#sibling whump

[befuddled-calico-whump]

reunion

(based on the au described in the second half of this ask)

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#mannnnn this au idea is so whumpy tbh thank u mill #whump art #whump comic #lab whump #torture #beaten #Jin's honestly just happy to see her alive tbh #angst #sibling whump #whumpy art #rk rotorworx au #lady whump #nabi had it coming #eventually it happens to everyone lol #Melchior was already being used as a test subject when Nabi showed up but then he acquired a dual purpose of helping her stay in line :) #since she makes it pretty obvious that she cares about his well-being #so of course RW is hoping her brother's safety on the line will push her powers even further #partial nudity #jin is so whumpable though

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I'm new to the community, it's nice to meet you :) Can I ask, very politely, for Wump prompts based around a brother and sister in a post apocalyptic labor camp (based of of my ocs. I'm sorry if this is rude, I'm bad at social skills)

not rude at all, love. nice to meet you too! apologize for the wait. I hope you’ll find some of these prompts useful.

the siblings struggle to find food and water as their situation forces them to keep moving from place to place, for safety reasons.

the older sibling gives their own food to the younger one and insists the younger one has it by saying that they’re not hungry anyway, which is a lie, but the older one wants to make sure their younger sibling isn’t starving.

maybe one of them suffers from PTSD and often has nightmares, thus the other has to be strong for them, even though they’re traumatized too.

could diseases be at play also? some outbreaks maybe. another challenge for them to survive.

how hostile are the people around them? are they friendly or are they a threat?

if one of the siblings fell sick, or is injured, and is unable to work for their master, the other has to work twice as much to make up for their sibling, so that they can keep staying in the camp, otherwise they’ll get kicked out and it’s nothing but danger lurking in every corner outside of the camp.

but no matter what, they’ll never leave the other behind. if one of them is being exiled from the camp, the other will go with them.

or maybe they realize the camp is just as dangerous as the Outside is, if not more, and they should escape together.

throw in some angst where the siblings are somehow separated, and they don’t know where the other is or if they’re still alive at all.

how emotional will their reunion be? will they reunite unharmed?

them staying as quiet as possible at their hiding spot, with their hands over their mouths, in order to hide from the predator that’s been hunting them down.

or some fluff? them cuddling together at night and sharing a thin blanket to keep the cold away.

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[sibling-whump]

I'm in love with situations where both Sibling Whumpees think the other has it good. Whumpee A is so much older, was never anything special, and is no longer fun for their Whumper(s) to play with. Meanwhile Whumpee B is astounding at a particular talent - or, more resentment-fueling, nearly every talent - and it leaves the Whumper(s) estatic. B is so new, so fun, and A hates them for it.

Of course, it's never a walk in the park to be Whumper(s)'s favourite - or to be forgotten by Whumper(s). But the Whumpees don't know that. How could the Whumpee's ever know that?

All B knows is that the older sibling in which they want nothing more than to love them hates their guts, and all A knows is that their gifted replacement who has everything they could ever want can't even be grateful for it.

And maybe, when Whumper(s) is gone, A takes that opportunity to finally treat B the way they've always deserved to be treated: Exactly how Whumper(s) treated A.

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[royal-whims]

The brother ran his fingers through his sister’s hair as she shook, curled into his lap. She was crying quietly, sucking in quick gasps of breath that cut off as if she was trying to silence herself. The thought made him twitch with rage. He fought to keep him muscles calm and nonthreatening, not wanting to frighten her. But it was hard. Very hard.

A particularly painful sob tore through her before she could stop it and the sound wrenched at his heart. His expression gained a murderous edge and he was glad she could not see him.

Whumper was going to die.

He quietly drew a hand over her back in a soothing, circular motion, trying to quell her hitching breaths.

His vision was blinded by red, fantasies of the blood of Whumper on his hands as he made them suffer for what they did to his sister. Even while rubbing her back, something meant to be helpful, he had to be careful not to brush over the bruises he knew were there, no matter how much she tried to deny they existed.

The ones that Whumper gave her.

He darkened.

“I’m going to kill them.”

His sister stuttered and froze, sobs halting suddenly. She quickly jerked her head up at him and he correspondingly looked down. He knew his face did not look very inviting at the moment, but there wasn’t much he could do for it, and he simply continued petting her hair, anger present and all.

“You- You can’t-.” She choked out.

He raised an eyebrow, “I can’t?”

“You can’t go after them.” She whispered, voice raw from crying. “They’ll- they’ll come for you too and then I won’t know what to do please please say you won’t-.” She started to hyperventilate.

He cursed. What was I thinking? he thought to himself, hastily moving to calm her down.

“Hey, hey shh it’s fine, look, it’s fine,” he said frantically, trying to stop her from curling in on herself. “Can you breathe with me? Here, let’s take some deep breaths together, okay? One, two.” He took exaggerated breaths until she slowly followed suit, her breathing ceasing it’s erratic pattern.

“Good job,” he said, returning to rubbing careful circles on her back, “Hey, look, it’s fine see?,” he tried to sound warm and not betray the bloodthirst coursing through him. “I’m not going to go after them.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes and tear-ridden cheeks. “You’re not?” She asked tentatively.

Oh, he was going to strangle Whumper.

“No, I’m not,” he said quietly, restraining himself. “So calm down, don’t stress yourself out. I’m right here, aren’t I?” They’d only ever had each other.

She exhaled in relief, muttering a quiet yes and sank back down into the comfort.

He dropped his facade and his eyes narrowed, face instantly turning solemn. He continued absently petting her hair, only to calm her, but something else entirely was on his mind.

Sorry sis, he thought. He wasn’t wholly unapologetic, but he certainly had his mind made up.

Whumper is going to die.

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[the-infinant-one]

I don’t see a lot of sibling whump. Or family whump in general. A lot of my whump daydreams revolve around a father/son or brothers.

Yes watching your whimper’s team/best friend/lover get hurt is beautiful.

But just imagine whumpee watching their child, someone who was just a baby that they held in their arms once. Whom they raised to be the best as possible, getting tortured in front of them because of what THEY did. The parent is forced to watch their child being burned and beaten. Whipped and sliced up while all they can do is beg and plead for it to stop.

OR IMAGINE

two siblings: the older one is the tougher, more outgoing and has more fight in them. The older sibling is snarky and hard to break. So the whumper finds their younger sibling. Younger by multiple years. And the whumper puts all their frustrations and anger out on younger whumpee, who doesn’t know what’s going on or why they’re going through this torture. But younger whumpee love their older sibling, and they look up to them. And older whumpee’a heart breaks as they watch their younger sibling slowly break apart. Slowly seeing the tears spring to their eyes as they try to stay strong. And older whumpee knows that their younger sibling is trying to stay strong and looks up to them. But older whumpee also knows they can’t do anything, and can only cry and beg for whumper to stop.

No matter the family dynamic, whumper knows the weakest point of their whumpee is to bring the family in. Because that’s what will fully break them.

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[whumperofmassdestruction]

whumpee has a complicated relationship with their family, and it's mostly their own damn fault. in order to keep their own secrets safe, they've built a wall between themselves and the rest of their family, pushing their siblings and family away by putting on a mask of somebody worthy of being hated. in a household full of people that are supposed to know them better than they know themselves, they have never felt more alone.

bonus points if the secrets they keep would hurt the rest of the family if they were revealed.

#whumperofmassdestruction #familial whump #sibling whump #child whumpee

[siren-of-agony]

Day 1 - Nightmares (Alt 1)

To get back into writing, I'm gonna try to do Whumpcember! However, I made myself some extra rules: It's all going to be twin-stuff (or at least from their universe) and I'm going to stay under or around 500 words per day!

Here is their Masterpost

CW: lady whump, nonhuman whumpee,  something close to an intimate whumpe

She was close to the ground, stretching to warm up her muscles in preparation for the show that would be starting soon, when curtain moving caught her eye.

In the twilight of the backstage area it took her a moment to spot the little child that somehow had found its way where it really shouldn't be, looking around curiously.

Maybe four or five, the tiny creature filled Alba with a sense of protection usually only reserved for her brother.

This was no place for a child, and she needed to make sure it would find its way back to its parents, to safety, to a freedom it didn't even know was in danger.

Quickly, she took a step towards it, and another. The child reacted to the sound of her footsteps at the same moment Alba stepped into the low light of one of the lamps, and their eyes met.

She could feel her face move in a way almost unfamiliar to her, a gentle smile rising on her lips.

The kid's eyes, however, grew wide in fear and tears rose up in them. Alba couldn't even react before the child let out a shriek, turned around and was gone, back through the curtain.

She didn't react when a hand came to rest on her shoulder, either.

The touch was soft, but it made her skin crawl, like always. A chuckle came from the Director, who was now standing next to her. "Did you try to make a friend?" He was mocking her, his kind tone a twisting knife in a wound he had created long ago.

She didn't answer, and started to turn away from him, from his grasp. He increased the pressure on her shoulder only slightly. She was stronger than him. She could walk away, he would have no chance to hold her there. She didn't move.

"That poor child", he continued, as if he wasn't aware of her desire to run from him. "It just wanted to see the wonderful world of the circus, and instead it met a monster."

He turned her until they faced each other. She met his gaze, and it felt like a small act of defiance to hold it.

"Imagine, a shadow stepping out of the darkness, horns, white pupils in black eyes, teeth bared."

The hand not on her shoulder rose up to her face, stroking it. She barely suppressed a shudder.

"You probably gave that poor thing nightmares. I mean, just look at you. You might as well be one."

Fake pity dripped from his voice like honey. She felt bile rise in her throat.

He didn't stop her this time as she pulled from his grip and turned around. He could hear his quiet chuckle as she walked away.

She kept hearing his words, as well, that night, as she was trying to sleep. In her mind, they came out of the little kid's mouth. She avoided her own reflection for weeks.

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[jasmines-library]

Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

Jokes On Me

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Y/N, turn that shit off.”

Jason grumbled at you over the coms. You had been blasting some wretched song that you’d found on the internet over and over again and it was beginning to drive him mad. 

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ loudly. 

“Seriously.” Dick deadpanned. He had found it amusing at first, but it was now beginning to test his patience. 

Agitated, you sighed and turned off the music. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Jason expressed gratefully, turning his eyes back to the road he was patrolling. The night was cool and quiet besides the odd dog walker or couple returning from an evening out. It was one of those nights where patrol would end early and he could return home to take a warm bath and read a book before turning in for the night. Or so he thought. 

You were rounding the corner, humming that tune that was still stuck in your head when his laughter ricocheted across the walls. You stiffened, eyes widening and hands fumbling for your weapon as your breath hitched. No amount of turning and craning your head allowed you to catch a glimpse of the dreaded figure, and you thought for a moment that perhaps it had just been a trick of your mind, or one of your brothers playing a cruel joke on you as payback for winding them up earlier. But then you heard it again, only this time to your left. You clutched your weapon tighter, eyes scanning the area with a new found sense of urgency. 

“Wing…” You whispered into the coms so quietly that you were surprised he heard it.

“What now?” He somewhat snapped. 

“We have a problem.”

Dick’s heart sank through the floor, his ears pricking up and his demeanour changing completely. “Where are you? What’s the matter? He was trying to let his panic show, but you hadn’t been patrolling as a vigilante for very long, and while you were well trained, you lacked the experience to deal with something big on your own. And from your tone of voice, he could tell that you were in some deep shit. 

Jason worked his legs harder to push himself to reach the direction he had seen you head off in. Albeit it seemed even his hardest wasn’t enough.

When he stepped out of the darkness, the first thing you noticed were his eyes. Wide and bright, easily mistakable for a cat’s as they flashed in the darkness; wild. Rabid. As he emerged fully with that infamous twisted grin splayed out on his face, you felt like a cornered animal; a deer in headlights. You froze, unable to move despite how your heart screamed at you to run as it pounded, trying to break free from your ribcage. 

“He’s here…” A mere whisper sliding over your tongue, so fragile that you weren’t even sure if you had actually said it aloud. Jason had heard it. 

“Who?” 

The Joker was circling you now, dragging out his strides in lazy circles. You should have fought but in that moment all of your training had drained out of you, along with the colour in your face. He smirked, leering down upon you as you tried to keep your trembling hand still. He pouted in mockery and at your silence, Jason repeated his question to you, but you never got the chance to respond. 

“Oh…Just an old friend, Jay-bird.”

“Joker.” Urging his body to move faster, Jason grit his teeth. 

Dick paled. “You leave them alone.” Dick spat. It tried to be a command, but the effect was lost somewhere in transmission.

The joker pursed his lips, tilting his head as he analysed. One of his hands had found his way to your jawline and he trailed it with a cold, gloved hand. You wanted to lean away, to run and find your brother but you knew that now he had you in his grasp there was no point in even trying. “And why would I do that? They’re right in front of me. I could just…snatch them up.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dick was frightened now. “Y/N, you stay there as long as you can, okay? You fight. We’re coming, you hear?”

The Joker frowned at you. “D’you hear that? Big brother birdy coming to the rescue. How sweet.”

His grip on you tightened. “Too bad you’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

With one swift motion, he had thrown you harshly to the side, your head colliding with the wall with a sickening crack. 

The two boys skidded to a halt just a second too late. You were already gone. 

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Your head hurt when you woke up. Your eyes squinted against the sterile light. They did no favours to your pounding headache. With a groan, you tried to twist, to roll over and soothe the crook in your neck but instead all that happened was the jinging of a metal chain. You craned your head and spotted the thick chain that had been wrapped around your wrist, confining you to the chair. Struggling, you tugged on them, trying to free yourself only for them to rattle and scrape against your skin. 

“Yeah, that’s not going anywhere, birdy.” The joker chided.

You glared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask the thumping of your heart. The joker grinned wildly at your frightened complexion. 

“It was such a shame that Grayson and Todd didn’t get to you in time, but it was far too easy to catch you, little bird: you completely froze.” He snapped his fingers to emphasise his point. “Didn’t batsy teach you better?”

“Don’t talk about them.” You snapped. 

The joker raised his hands, palms facing toward you in surrender: taunting you as if you were the one with the power in the situation. “Touchy subject I see. Too bad.” 

He gestured above you to an incessantly blinking light. “Smile for the camera, you’re live.”

~

Babs had been monitoring the street cameras when the computer beside her flickered to life. She had been searching for any sign of you ever since Dick and Jason came flying through the grandfather clock. Everyone was on edge. 

The moment the screen flashed on, her eyes perked up to watch it, alarmed. She hadn’t turned it on. And there were very few people who could bypass the caves system. So when she saw a small frame curled up in a chair she knew immediately what was up. 

“Duke…” she called to the dark haired boy who was trying to help decipher your whereabouts. “Go and get B.” 

It did not take long at all for everyone to gather around in the cave. Duke was fast, and everyone dropped what they were doing to race down: even Alfred had taken his leave from his duties to see. 

It was almost like some sick irony because as soon as they were all there, you began to scream. A guttering, perfect scream that cut that through them like a knife: unclean and pinging into them messily again and again. 

The joker had taken a knife to your left thigh, his smile dripping with malice as he watched the camera, somehow knowing that at least one of them would be watching. 

Your face was contorted in pain, twisting in agony as tears rolled flatly down your cheeks from fearful eyes. Damian felt sick, his stomach churning. Jason wanted to leave. But all of them were stuck watching. Barbra was tapping away, trying to locate the signal from the video to no avail. 

“I hope you’re watching this Batsy…” He moved round to trail your face with the edge of the knife. You whimpered. “I’ve got your little bird here and I must say, you need to work on their training. They were far too easy to catch.”

Bruce felt his jaw tightening and Tim had to place a hand on his arm to remind him of his place. 

“Anyway I thought we would play a little game… how long can little y/n survive for. I wonder if it’ll be any longer than our very own Jason Todd.”

Jason twitched. 

“I’m testing you here, Bat. Tick Tock.”

The transmission cut to black. 

~

It seemed hopeless. Even though they had been searching for days, they were no closer to finding you. And to make matters worse, they could see you. Not long after the first transition ended did it start up again. It had been lifestreaming since then, and although they had tried to block it from their minds, it was hard to ignore. Especially when your agonised screams ricocheted throughout the halls. 

You looked like hell. Dark bags occluded under your eyes and there wasn’t an inch of your skin that wasn’t marred or stained with drying blood. The burns were worse. Damian could still hear the scream you let out when the joker first brought the hot poker to your skin. It had bubbled and blistered as the skin peeled away; you had thrashed against your restraints violently. Tim was certain that they were going to get infected if they didn’t reach you soon. 

It felt as if they had searched everywhere. Dick and Jason had even asked around to see if anyone had heard anything, going as far to talk to the Jokers closest associates in Arkham, but even if they did know, nobody said anything. Duke had even gone as far to go back to the area to use his powers to see if he could trace anything, but nothing seemed out of place; they had hit a brick wall. That was…until a small light appeared on the monitor. Babs had managed to trace the signal to a small building on the outskirts of the city. 

They were suited up in minutes, making a beeline for the building. They stormed it, recklessly taking down the Joker's goons before Batman chased wildly after the Joker, his face stony and his fists burning with anger. The other four boys chased down the winding corridors, flinging open the doors until they found one that was locked. Tim wasted no time, picking the lock with ease he peeled it open. His breath hitched when he saw you. 

Your face was gaunt, hanging low by your chest. Your suit was torn and there was less of it on your body than there was ripped away. You looked so fragile as your chest heaved sporadically. 

Jason nearly had to take a step back. This place reminded himself too much of his own encounter with the Joker not too long ago. But he pressed forward, fighting his instincts. He had to be strong. Instead of turning back, he kneeled in front of you, whispering your name. His hand came up to cup your face. You flinched away. 

“It’s okay kid. It’s us.” He tried to reassure you, but you shrank back into yourself. 

“We’re so, so sorry kiddo.” Dick tried placing a gentle hand on your arm before moving to work on the cuffs around your wrists. “We’re going to get you out.”

You said nothing, just continued to stare at the black space before you, and Dami wasn’t sure if you even knew they were in front of you. But when Jason moved away from you to help remove your restraints, your fingers latched onto him and you squeaked in protest. 

He sighed shakily. “Don’t worry kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

Damian twisted from where he was guarding the door. “We need to leave.”

Dick nodded bluntly, finishing with the last of the locks. “I’m going to have to pick you up, okay sweetheart?”

You barely registered what he had said. Everything had grown numb, you nodded anyhow. Moving his arms underneath your legs and slipping one arm behind your back, Jason began to lift you. He nearly recoiled when you cried and whimpered with the way your wounds jostled as he sprinted out of the building to get you back to safety. 

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You were yet to say anything since you came home. You had been back a few days and your wounds were healing up nicely thanks to Alfred’s handywork, but the air was eerily silent around you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been communicating with them; you spoke to them with gestures or writing but no one was used to not hearing your voice. The stark contrast between your loud and bustling personality and you now was unsettling. No one wanted to push you too far but the manor was beginning to grow lonely. 

It was one particularly rainy night when you finally spoke.  You were curled up in a large armchair by the window in the library, sinking back into the plush leather as you watched the raindrops race down the glass. Jason had been watching you from afar, contemplating whether to talk to you or not when he walked over. 

“What are you up to?” He asked you, making sure you knew that he was there before he spoke. 

You gestured toward the window,then to the half opened book at your feet and shrugged. 

“I see.” He nodded, taking a seat on the armchair opposite you. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jason wasn’t much of a talker. He knew more than anyone what you were going through, which was why it was nice just to know that he was willing to sit with you, just so you knew that he was there if you needed him. It made you feel safe. But you also couldn’t help but feel guilty, and frustrated with yourself for being in a place that made him feel as though he had to do that. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

Jason had to do a second take. His heart swelled. “What for?”

You sighed. “This. When I saw him…i-i froze. If I had run then this would never have happened.”

“Shh. This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“I promise, Kid. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You nodded, looking away from him. But then you furrowed your brows and turned back to him. “How did you do it? How did you deal with this, Jay? Every time I close my eyes he’s there.”

“I guess I don’t, really. Or sometimes it feels like I don’t. I still get scared sometimes. I still see him in my dreams. But over time it gets easier. I had people around me to help me. And so do you, kid. We’re here. We’ll always be here.”

Jason shifted to brush away a rogue tear and you leaned into his touch and then wrapped your arms tightly around his middle. 

“I’m here. Always. We’ll get through this together.”

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[whumpypepsigal]

“Neither of us are who our parents thought we were.”

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[sibling-whump]

Whumpees who hate eachother wake up in shared captivity, and now have to work together to get out. Bonus points if they're family. Extra bonus points if they're used as leverage to make sure the other behaves. Extra extra bonus points if it works.

#there may be hate between them now #but once - once there was love #and its that little sliver of the past that keeps them tethered; no matter how small it may be #whump #whump prompt #sibling whumpee #familial whump #captivity #multiple whumpees

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know I will always love me a classic lovers or friends to enemies trope (preferably if they’re back to being lovers or friends again) but there’s just something about siblings to enemies / sibling rivalry trope that just hits different. because lovers (or friends) to enemies can actually result in characters permanently going their separate ways, but siblings are connected on a spiritual level — hell, they quite literally share the same blood — they can’t really permanently go their separate ways, even if they may want to. yes, they’re enemies. yes, they hate each other, but that’s their brother, that’s their sister, and no matter how much they fight, how much they make the other bleed, how much they want to convince themself that they want the other dead, they both will always be a part of each other, two sides of the same coin. so they can’t really get rid of each other (even if it’s the case where one of them ends up killing the other, they’re still carrying the guilt, the shame, the pain and the ghost of their murdered sibling with them, a part of that dead sibling will forever be inside them until the day they die and reunite with said sibling in the afterlife).

but most importantly, I will always, always be a sucker for sibling rivalry trope where the two characters hate each other, but they will always hunt down and kill anyone else who harms their sibling. the trope where both siblings take turn hurting each other, but at the end of the day, it’s their brother, it’s their sister, who gently wipes the blood off their wounds, stitch them back up and helps nurse them back to health, doesn’t matter if the injuries were inflicted by their own said sibling or someone else.

❝ at the end of the day, you’re my brother, and it will always be my job to protect and take care of you. I hate you, but I love you. I need to feel your blood on my hand, but I will burn the world down if that’s what it takes to hunt down anyone who makes my brother bleed. ❞

sibling rivalry trope just… hits different.

#henry creel #<— idc I’ll always root for the complicated sibling dynamic between him & Eleven. for me they’re siblings even if they’re not blood related #whump #sibling rivalry #angst #whump tropes #whump trope #whump prompt #whump prompts #writing #writer #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #angst tropes #angst prompts #tropes #trope #prompt #prompts #angst trope #writing challenge #whumpblr #writeblr #whump community #writing community #writing inspo #whump blog #whump scenario

[whumperofmassdestruction]

whumpee is convinced that they are the worst thing that has happened to their family. the unfortunate thing about it is that they're right.

#familial whump #sibling whump #child whumpee #whumperofmassdestruction

[whump-cravings]

Tortured Prince (a TR3 AU) Masterlist

Canon story: the Royal Three Masterlist

Summary: Ironda came under attack, its king and queen succumbing to poison and Prince Baltar vanishing. Without time to grieve, King Hakon and Princess Rohisa were left to fend off Beor’s forces. Despite endlessly searching for him, they heard nothing of their brother until he resurfaced at a public marriage to Queen Ochvlita of Beor.

General Content: extended captivity and torture, rape, isolation, psychological manipulation, depression, PTSD, sibling whump, recovery, life after “breaking,” war as a background setting

Taglist: @nabanna @emcscared-whumps​ @nicolepascaline​ @i-can-even-burn-salad​ @melennui​​ @thecyrulik​​ @there-will-always-be-blood

​Table of Contents (Chronological)

Captivity (Venja)

Be Good - Venja’s in a hurry

Transaction - Baltar makes a sacrifice

Something Nice (18+, noncon) - Baltar is punished

Key - Baltar seizes a chance to escape

Dead Man’s Tears - Baltar gives up

Captivity (Ochvlita)

A Moment's Respite - Baltar gets cleaned up

Scum (18+, noncon) - Baltar discovers what Ochvlita wants him for (Baltar pov of ritual)

Ritual (18+, noncon)  - Ochvlita meets Baltar and pursues a goal (Ochvlita pov of scum)

Well Wishes - Hakon and Rohisa receive news of Baltar’s wedding

Mirror - Venja reflects (get it. because. it’s called mirror. and mirrors--)

Post-Escape

Strike Team - Baltar runs into the team sent to retrieve him--or kill him

Reunion pt 1 - Hakon rushes to Baltar

Reunion pt 2- Rohisa gets some answers

Red - Hakon finds Baltar hurting himself

Broken - Baltar tries to convince Ihomi that her affections are wasted on him

Darisa’s Adventures

The Talk - Darisa shakes her uncle down for elusive information

TOC (order posted): Reunion pt 1 | Reunion pt 2 | Red | Something Nice (18+) | Key | Mirror | Broken | Ritual | Dead Man’s Tears |  A Moment's Respite |  Scum (18+, noncon) | Strike Team|  Be Good | Transaction | Well Wishes

Picrews

#royal whump #sibling whump #mental health whump #masterlist #whump writing #tortured prince #tortured!baltar #princess darisa

[breezy-cheezy]

WHUMPTOBER Day 1:

“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

OR: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Hellooooo Arknights peeps have some Silverash siblings (watched friends in the discord cook up a funny scenario where Enciodes just. Tries so hard to get to his sister's birthday party. He has not slept in 3 days. There have been 2 assassination attempts. He has fallen off a cliff. He has like 3 concussions somehow. He Will Get To This Party. For political relations of course.)

I feel this goes without saying buuuut just in case:

Please don't tag with ship tags thank you!!

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no.1 #how many fingers am I holding up? #art #drawing #my art #arknights #silverash #silverash siblings #enciodes silverash #enya silverash #pramanix #whump #blood #concussion #they're trying their best #i haven't been too active on tumblr so surprise!! another gacha game #it hasn't eaten my life like the others tho....gameplay fun but harddd #Silverash (Enciodes) was my first 6 star tho and a friend's blorbo so #fond of him...he's so emotionally constipated #i could have taken this on a more serious route but that's too much work #if I could draw faster!!! bwargh