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fanfictasia · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 12

Touch Starved

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

“No one calls me that name anymore,” Ahsoka says with a slight shake of her head, “That’s not who I am.”

“You still can be,” Anakin objects, “If that’s what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Ahsoka argues, staring. “It never has.”

“You’re free, little one,” he promises, meeting her eyes, now filled with unshed tears. “You get to make your own decisions. To survive, you will have to fight, but you don’t have to hurt. You don’t have to kill to mean something.”

“I can’t imagine being any other way.”

“It was hard for us to learn, too,” Rex interjects, stepping forwards, “That’s all the clones have ever been, but we’re defined just as much as what we fight for, and the people we choose to stay with.”

“Family,” Kolara supplies from the cockpit, “We’re a family. That’s all we’ve ever been.”

Really, there’s no better way to put that.

“That’s not something I have anymore,” Ahsoka argues.

“Do you want to stay?” Anakin asks, reaching out, laying his hand on her shoulder. She freezes up, as if nearly expecting violence, and he wants to stab everyone who made her feel like this in the past five years. Except his master, but that’s a thing he’ll deal with another day.

“I – I don’t know,” Ahsoka whispers breathlessly. “Can I?”

Rex looks at Anakin, who looks at Kolara – she’s sitting half-turned back in her chair. There’s a brightness in her eyes that he’s seen so many times over. Hope. Artoo’s dome swivels around, and he beeps affirmatively.

“If this is where you want to be, then you can stay.”

Ahsoka’s eyes light up. He senses her relief – it’s probably the best she’s felt in years.

Anakin tugs her closer, slipping an arm around her back, tugging her close. Ahsoka wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. It feels almost oddly automatic for not having met each other before, but Ahsoka needs this, and from how she’s clinging to him, Anakin doesn’t think she’s had this for years.

She presses her face to his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Fly us out of here,” Anakin requests, holding her. It’s a little… weird, but he doesn’t really mind. They don’t trust each other, but she needs this, and he certainly won’t object to it.

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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I do not know Roier well, but... The idea wanted writing, and who am I to object? The ending is not happy once again oops. Tiny little fic. Under 400 words.

TW: forced consumption of drugs, referenced canonical character death, kidnapping, I feel Roier and Pepito should have a warning but there's nothing I can pin as a specific one.

There's an itch under Roier's skin, deep and sore and uncomfortable. It's been there a long time, but it is more noticeable now. His son dead, his father and husband missing, his sister in a fucking coma. Hell, Spreen is dead and Quackity is missing and Missa appears and disappears seemingly at random. And maybe Roier doesn't want any of those, just his family, they'd be /something/ at least.

Purgatory didn't help, not when friends turned blades on friends. A bit better, with Cellbit, but now Cellbit's fucking gone.

He's heartbroken, he's furious, his skin itches and burns and there's fuck all he can do about it.

There's a new kid now, Pepito, and that fact doesn't help. Pepito is a kid, but kids just die on this island, and Roier /cannot/ get attached - cannot look at this mockery the Federation makes of his family, either, to think them so easily replaced.

Pepito is fed, and Pepito is watered, but when Pepito asks for a hug Roier freezes. It feels like a trap, like something sickening and wrong, and Roier doesn't even think he's doing his best as he sends the kid to bed.

And then Pepito is gone too, but not by Pepito's own fault.

And it's not really Pepito that's gone, anyway.

It's Roier.

Someone grabs his hair. Someone forces something down his throat. Someone beats him, keeps him down.

All Roier can do is laugh and fight as the itch finally burns. The hands are rough as he's beaten, drugged, and taken, but Roier's are rough too. There's no kindness left here, not for people like him.

That's fine, he isn't kind either. He fights back with every limb he has, until the drugs take over and his body goes slack, and he's completely at their mercy.

They keep beating him.

Keep hitting him.

Keep spewing his blood all over the floor.

It's fine, it's fine, this is fine.

Stings like a bitch, might kill him, Roier isn't even sure he even cares.

At least the damned itching has finally ceased.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp roier #bad ending #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember day 12 #prompt: touch starvation

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baubeautyandthegeek · 1 year

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Damage Done

A/N: Kim breaks her ankle and Melinda tries to help her. Written for Day 12 of @whumpcember .

Kim is almost screaming when Stabler carries her into the morgue, setting her down delicately on a seat and Melinda moves to gather what she needs to fix the situation, kneeling to gently test Kim’s ankle, hating the shriek that escapes Kim at the feeling, her voice low and soft. “That…. Is definitely broken.” She’s working quietly even as Kim whimpers and Melinda glances up at Stabler, still hovering. “What happened?”

“Buchanan pushed her.”

“Well then, you’d better get Liv and go arrest that asshole, or call Callas to chase his fat ass.”

Melinda’s voice softens as she wraps the ankle, noting the way Kim shivers and gently finishing wrapping the bandage tightly around Kim, her voice soft.

“I’ll have to put this in a cast later… let’s get you home.”

Kim is still whimpering as she carries her away, settling her quietly as she takes her home, focusing on what she will have to do when they get home, making sure she has the supplies needed. Later, after another long day at work, she comes home to Kim, curled into the bed and looking distraught.

“What’s going on?”

“I just got canned for having Buchanan arrested.”

“Bastards.”

Melinda mutters.

“Casey’ll sort it out Kim, don’t worry.”

#law and order svu #law & order svu #whumpcember #whumpcember2022 #whumpcember day 12 #law & order special victims unit #law and order special victims unit #kim greylek #melinda warner

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serickswrites · 5 months

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This Life

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, touch-starved

Whumpee sat in the darkened room, chains clinking as the moved every so often. It was very much the same this life with Whumper. They were always alone. Always in silence. And always able to see life going on around them but not touch.

And how they longed to be touched.

Whumpee couldn't recall the last time someone had touch them, it had been that long. That painfully long. But they could see people.

And how that made their loneliness worse.

Whumper had chained them up here days (months?) ago and left them here. They had a window that they could see out, but as they realized slowly, no one could see in. They watched the people come and go, day in and day out. They watched the world continue on without them. They watched this life they had once loved slip by them.

Their chains were long enough to reach the slit in the door that opened wordlessly several times a day. Food and water were always provided. A clean bucket once a day. A container of wipes every few days.

But there was no sound and there were no kind hands. There was nothing. Whumpee would have taken any form of attention, any kind of touch. But there was none.

And so Whumpee curled around themself as they watched this little life go by them once more.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #day 12 #day 13 #prompt: touch starved #prompt: restraints #queue

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zanazirafanfic · 2 months

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Summary: "He hated his mother, for birthing a bastard child into the middle of a gang of murderers; hated his father, for waiting so long to grow up and be the kind of man his family had always deserved; hated them both, for dragging an innocent boy kicking and screaming into a life that could only ever have ended in exactly the sort of tragedy that it had.

But more than anything, he hated himself for what he'd become, for allowing the darkness and misery to corrupt his soul like a poison until the man glaring back at him from inside the mirror was one even his parents would no longer have recognized. Jack Marston was a monster, a disgrace to the legacy his family had fought and died to leave behind for him, and he would hate himself for that until his dying day."

Edgar Ross is dead. John's murder has finally been avenged. Yet despite this victory, Jack's return home is anything but triumphant.

Whumpcember 2023 Day 12: "Touch-Starved" + Alt "Begging"

Warnings: Major Character Death Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: None Characters: Jack Marston Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2,595

@photo1030 @cassietrn @lea-khena @ttrdfhcvg @dreamingatnights

#Whumpcember 2023 #Whumpcember 2023 Day 12 #rdr2 #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #prompt fic #whump fic #emotional whump #jack marston #red dead fanfiction #angst #Hurt no comfort #jack is having a bad time #zanazirawrites

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its-my-whump · 5 months

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Whumpcember2023 Day 12 - Touch starved

@whumpcember

They were sitting in a booth in, what used to be their diner, for the very last time ever.

She had dumped him a few weeks ago, cause he wasn't mature enough. Not as mature as her new boyfried, his replacement, was anyway.

Till 2 months ago, him not being this strict, or any kind of rule-loving man, hadn't been a problem at all. She repeatedly stated, that she loved, when he was this unconventionell. When he pulled her out of bed at 3am on a Saturday moring just to watch dawn together at the beach. She used to love, when he made her smile with a joke while she was crying her heart out because of a stupid colleague, that had done her wrong. She always laught, when he intercepted her getting dressed for another event.

But now, he was just a stupid 31-year-old child, that wouldn't grow up. Probably "his" words, not her's.

It didn't hurt any less though. His eyes went constantly from her face to her hands, which were calmly playing with silverware on the table.

How he loved her hands. How he wished those hands would run through his hair one last time. How he longed for her long fingers trailing down his chest. How those fingertips would gently tickled down his back. How he would love to kiss those lips over and over again.

But she would never let him do that again. Not only, that she had a new man on her side, that was making her appearently more happy, than he ever could. But the additional fact, that they were moving to Florida.

And she just came to tell him, to torture him one last time.

If she would just have left, she would be gone. He'd probably only recognise that after some time. But now, she was sitting right infront of him, reminding him excrutiatingly realistic of what he had lost, of what was taken away from him so bluntly, never leaving him a chance to stop it.

She was strict, cold and so grown-up all of sudden. His funny happy little gal was just gone. He missed that girl, his girl. He missed her touch, her warm body against his. Her hug, her warm breath in his neck, her soft lips on his own.

What would he give to be with her one more time? What would he give to be with her forever?

He would want to give her one last hug to say 'goodbye', but he couldn't. If her arms would circle around him one more time and if he would put his arms around her body, he was sure, he would never let go of her again.

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#whumpcember #whumpcember2023 day 12 #touch starved #whump #writing #whump community #whump writing

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mel-the-pirate-writeblr · 1 year

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A Monster of His Own Making (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

Whumpcember 2022 Day 10

Whumpcember Prompt Masterlist

Prompt: "I won't leave you."

Word Count: Four scenes of ~250 words each, 1k total

This is a part of a personal Pokémon Fanfiction series, My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey, and is looking at a part of a story that I haven't gotten to and put out there yet, Ditto Defect, but have MANY ideas for. This is a short little overview through a secondary POV character, N. It's set in Unova with Team Plasma as the antagonists, though I have a nice little OC antagonist so I don't have to struggle with too many canon characters.

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This short is from N’s POV, multiple moments in the story that went wrong as he’s trying to do what he thinks is right and best, actively being ruined by Team Plasma and concerning the main POV character, Crystal. Enjoy!

🙞 🙟 🙝 🙜

N sat with Crystal in Nimbasa City's Rondez-View Ferris wheel. He recognized her eyes – the defensive, scared look. Even as she pushed it down, he almost could see it all the more clearly. What makes you so afraid?

He knew that nearly having her Luxray stolen must be weighing on her mind, but that wasn't all. Her Pokémon knew it, too, he could see how protective of their trainer they were. He had noticed their distrusting stares, their silence and rigidity when he was around.

He just wanted to promise that he wouldn't leave her to her fear. Revealing his role as King of Team Plasma was meant to be comforting, reassuring, something positive and beneficial. He could tell that her Pokémon cared deeply for her, and her for them. This wasn't an example of a bad trainer. Maybe he could help her, and she could help him free abused Pokémon. If she loves them so much, surely—

But she only distrusted him more, once he revealed his secret and learned of hers. Their brief time wandering around Castelia City and Nimbasa City didn't matter. She saw him as a threat to her safety, saw Team Plasma as a threat to her Pokémon. You’re so concerned with what happens to everyone else after you're caught by them. But not about what happens to you. After Team Plasma's actions at the Castelia City Pokémon Center, N couldn't really blame her. But he wished that she wouldn't compare him to them.

🙞 🙟 🙝 🙜

Per last order. P2 Lab.

N could only think about the message. He'd wanted to help her, but instead all this turned out to be his fault... Them finding her was his fault, and his failure to put an end to the P2 Laboratory.

He sat in his room at N Castle. He thought of the Pokémon he had been given to care for throughout his childhood and adolescence. In another time, he could almost imagine Crystal here. He wasn't sure what form she had, or what age she could have come here as, but he could almost imagine hearing a conversation between her and Ghetsis, or maybe the Shadow Triad, or soothing a scared Pokémon, all just out of sight. In another, better time, she could have learned of his purpose, their purpose, and they could free Pokémon from people forever.

But in reality, she was the one he had to free.

N let the anger come. He felt it, then took a breath to compose himself. He wouldn't just let them use her. He promised he wouldn't let them use her as a weapon, he wouldn't leave her to that fate that the Genesect had. It was time to make good on that promise. He would go to the P2 Laboratory himself.

He would burn it to the ground if he had to.

🙞 🙟 🙝 🙜

N watched, through his own eyes, as the Team Plasma members detained the paralyzed amalgamation of an Alolan Ninetales and Vaporeon – That's Crystal, not some creature – and he couldn't do a thing about it. All he could do, as the king of Team Plasma, was promise her, I won't leave you to this fate, and hope that he could keep the promise.

Her eyes found him, as someone with a syringe approached her, and he saw the snarl start on her face – before it laxed, and then her eyes closed. She had tried fighting to keep them open, but even a shape-shifter like her couldn't fight poison and sedatives.

He kept his composure as they entered the underground portion of the P2 Laboratory. He played his part, acted as they expected him to, but he was stuck on how Crystal was taking the repercussions for his mistakes. I really meant it. I meant to protect you. But I didn't think I had to protect you from my own people. He watched them, detached, as they dragged her soaking and unconscious body away, tangled in the net and the blue Frillish that clung to her, the heavy and limp Vaporeon tail leaving a streak of water behind them.

He couldn't follow them then, but he knew that he'd find her in the observation laboratory. He had to make his presence known, and make them believe he was willing to help them – whatever their goals were for using Crystal. For the greater good of Pokémon, he thought bitterly.

🙞 🙟 🙝 🙜

He stared, blankly, in shock at the creature that had once been a friend. The distrust that he had accepted was replaced by hostility and snarling. Her dark fur, no longer snow-white, couldn't have been a choice of her own. Even the Vaporeon leg and tail had a strange, ash-like hue.

Something glowed a molten orange in her mane. Some kind of crystal, or stone. He could see a collar of sorts under the chains that didn't let her venture far from the back wall.

"I guess I have to fix this before it gets worse," N told her, guilty. "What are they doing to you?"

Crystal just snarled at him, as if she were feral. More feral than anything he had seen, since—

Those Pokémon, he realized. Fifteen years ago. Those dark Pokémon. It took so long for them to return to normal... He didn't remember how they were calmed, he just remembered that they had been cured.

"How do I help you? How do I sooth you?" N asked Crystal, not expecting an answer. He could see the pain in her angry eyes.

Then he remembered. She mentioned going to sleep to some music she collected from her travels. They never said that they had her stuff. But why would they?

"I'm going to find your music, and then you'll start recovering. I'll be back. I won't leave you here."

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whumpcember · 6 months

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Welcome back to Whumpcember!

Or if you're new, welcome!

This is the second ever Whumpcember event and I am happy to be running it again! I am so thankful for all the support for last year's Whumpcember and for everyone who filled out the prompt list form! I hope everyone has a wonderful writing Whumpcember, and now, onto the rules!

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2023 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2023 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Fever

Day 2: Sickness

Day 3: Hypothermia

Day 4: Hidden Injury

Day 5: Impaled

Day 6: Nightmares

Day 7: Fainting

Day 8: Isolation

Day 9: Brainwashing

Day 10: Freezing

Day 11: Infection

Day 12: Touch Starved

Day 13: Restraints

Day 14: Cornered

Day 15: Hallucinating

Day 16: Head Injury

Day 17: Fire

Day 18: Chronic Pain

Day 19: Exhaustion

Day 20: Drugged

Day 21: Choking

Day 22: Seizures

Day 23: Nosebleed

Day 24: Bullet

Day 25: Coma

Day 26: Collapse

Day 27: Bleeding Out

Day 28: Abandoned

Day 29: Paralyzed

Day 30: Delirium

Day 31: Homeless

-Alts-

Alt 1. Stabbed

Alt 2. Forced to Watch

Alt 3. Drowning

Alt 4. Ice

Alt 5. Sacrifice

Alt 6. Concussion

Alt 7. Hunger

Alt 8. Tears

Alt 9. Begging

Alt 10. Abused

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 prompt list #whumpcember #whump #whump prompts #prompts #writing prompts

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how-much-for-a-whump · 4 months

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WHUMPCEMBER day 28:

Altprompt: "Drowning"

Safir 12. - 13. Bölüm

@whumpcember

#whumpcember2023 #altprompt #drowning #safir #can bartu aslan #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #tied up #heavy breathing #carried

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maironsbigboobs · 5 months

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@whumpcember day 12: touch-starved

Finrod languishes.

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Finrod remembered his mother’s touch. She used to braid his hair, her fingers calloused from ship’s ropes, but still gentle, tugging the knots from his curls. He pulled at the damp, blood-soaked strands of his hair - it is never dry in this cell, always damp and cold, save for when the presence of Gorthaur burned it away. He hoped it was not too harsh on Beren; he could hear his hacking cough from the other side of the pit. He remembered Beren’s touch, too, briefly as he had known it. It was strange to find himself longing for a near stranger’s touch, but now he would have given almost anything for it. He could not remember when he had felt another person close to him. Perhaps they had been down here for months - at first he had kept track by the growth of Beren’s beard, but then Gorthaur had separated them with a wall of shadow.

He remembered his father’s touch. His hands had always been paint-stained and soft. There was no softness here. He pushed himself up onto his knees, the stone so hard beneath him. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend the trickle of water down his back was the teasing touch of a lover. Oh, he remembered Amarië’s touch and missed it most of all. Her hands warm on his arm, on his thigh, in his hair. She had had such delicate fingers, nimble and clever, and they had always glittered with gems. He tried to picture them now, imagining them dancing over his chest, playing with his hair. The memory was as faint as a ghost. Finrod opened his eyes and peered into the dark. Home had never felt so far away.

#finrod #my fic #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023day12

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Whumpcember Day 12

Broken Bone

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Smoke and Debris

His heart is pounding anyway as he makes his way into the holding cells. He knows Obi-Wan was injured, and with the time he’s been gone, it would only be worse.

He locates the cell quickly enough, hesitantly opening the door. He wishes he could pretend not to be affected by what he sees, but he viciously shoves his raging emotions behind a durasteel walk, sprinting to his master’s side. “Obi-Wan,” he whispers, shaking his shoulders gently, well aware that contact would hurt. His injuries from the explosion haven’t been treated well, if at all.

It’s hard to tell what the extent of them is, but his robes have a disturbing amount of dried blood on them.

He’s still breathing at least, but it doesn’t sound normal – like one of his lungs are damaged. If he was in an explosion, his ribs were likely broken. He moves a hand lightly down his side, to check as carefully as he can. With how much swelling there is, it’s likely. They need to get him treated immediately.

“Obi-Wan,” he calls again, desperately.

He stirs finally, slowly opening his eyes, gaze unfocused. “Anakin?” he coughs, weakly.

Something clenches in him just hearing it. He may be alive, but his condition is bad, and – “Master, we must leave.” He’ll have to carry him, though, and that complicates things. It’ll slow him down, but they have no choice.

“Anakin,” he repeats, some of the haze of unconsciousness clearing from his eyes.

“I’m here, Master,” he says, silently begging that he not be about to lose Obi-Wan too. Please no. He can’t handle that, but he can already see history repeating itself.

“It took you long enough,” Obi-Wan grumbles.

How he can talk already, Anakin has no idea, but unable to help himself, he reaches down to take his hand, holding it tightly. That, at least, is unharmed. “Can you stand?” On hindsight, he should never have asked that, because Obi-Wan being as stupid as he is will try doing just that and fail spectacularly.

But when he’s this badly injured, it’s very, very difficult for Anakin to carry him without risking hurting him farther.

Obi-Wan slowly pushes himself up, face unusually tensed from pain and Anakin instantly moves to steady him when he stands very unsteadily. He’s practically about to collapse, so no he definitely can’t walk on his own. Not that Anakin expected he could either. He leans down a bit – this was easier when they were closer in height, seriously – and pulls Obi-Wan’s arm over his shoulder.

It’s relieving to be so close to him, to hold him again. (Even if it means he can smell the scent of blood even clearer, and he can’t stand that smell anymore – not after his mother.)

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whumpers-monthly · 1 year

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Whump calendar 2023

Attention: I will delete the prompts in all the months except December next month to make room for next year. If you want to save the whump calendar 2023 you should do it now. Also check out my new blog @whumpcalendar where I will post the calendar from now on.

So I made a calendar and @thewhumpyprintingpress made a checklist for all whump events. Let us know if you're hosting an event so that we can add you.

All events under the cut.

So far we've got:

Whumpers-monthly by @whumpers-monthly One prompt every month.

2023 Year of Whump by @soheavyaburden A prompt can either be filled each week or each month, runs the whole year.

January: Whumpuary by @whumpuary 10 sets of prompts

February: Febuwhump by @febuwhump

March: March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump 7 days of prompts

April: Whumpril by @whumpril

May: Whumpay by @whumpay Mediwhump May by @mediwhumpmay

July: Whumpmas in July by @whumpmasinjuly

September: Whumptember by @whumptember Sicktember by @sicktember

October: AI-less whumptober by @ailesswhumptober Angstober by @angstober Whumptober by @whumptober

November: Comfortember by @comfortember

December: Whumpcember by @whumpcember 12 Days of Whumpmas by @whumpmas 12 sets of prompts Winter Whumperland by @amonthofwhump 1 - 12 of December Hurtcember by @hurtcember Merry Whumpmas by @whumpishprompts

We will add all the other blogs as soon as the promptlists are available.

#whump #whump community #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump events #whump event #whump calendar #whump calendar 2023

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suspensefulpen · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 12: Touch Starved

TW: Carewhumper, Mentioned Past Torture, Rewards for Good Behavior, Conditioned Whumpee

@whumpcember

A smile came across Athena’s face as she unlocked the door. She pushed it open, revealing Emory laying in the middle of the plain room on the mattress. The blanket she had recently rewarded him with was wrapped around his tiny frame. He was curled in a ball and his back was turned to her. She couldn’t stop her smile from widening when he shivered with a chill. She tucked her keys away in her pocket and walked over.

“What’s wrong, my Emory?”

He just barely shook his head. It was then when she noticed just how tightly he wrapped himself up. “Nothing, Miss.”

“Are you sure, love?” He nodded slowly before raising his gaze to meet hers. Athena watched him carefully. Maybe it was time Emory finally moved up. He had been behaving himself so well lately, just like she taught him. After all, that was why he’d finally earned a blanket after nearly seven months. He was going well enough to deserve another reward. “Emory, I think it’s about time you get a new room.”

“A new room?” He echoed.

“Yes, you’ll get a new room upstairs. How about we go look now?”

“Okay.” He nodded, unwrapping the blanket. He held onto it in an iron grip as he trailed her up the steps. He flinched at the sudden flow of light from the windows. He doesn’t remember the last time he’d been let out of the basement. Was it always this bright up here? He didn’t really like it that much. He shielded his eyes, attempting to stay close and follow instead. He was surprised by Athena’s warmth; he did his best to stay close and savor the feeling of another human being nearby. It felt nice after so much time in isolation. He was even more surprised when his foot came in contact with the staircase.

He was going upstairs? He was getting a room upstairs? Was this a dream?

“This is your new room.”

Emory opened his eyes. The room looked comfy. A lot more comfy than the basement. There was a large bed in the middle. Unlike his previous “bed” it had many plush sheets and pillows draped over it. There were end tables with lamps next to the bed. That alone made this room way better than the basement. “This is mine?”

Athena nodded. “All of this is yours.”

Emory walked over to the bed. He placed his hand down on the sheets. He turned back to her with a look of shock when he realized just how soft the sheets were. She laughed at his reaction. She could tell he was getting comfortable after he let go of his blanket. He noted the windows on the other side of the room and went over for a peek. It was a lot less brighter than the window downstairs when he opened the curtain. He realized he was on the side of the house that didn’t get a lot of direct sunlight. He was grateful for that.

“Do you like it?” He nodded excitedly. “I’m glad you do. But I can’t have you trying to leave again okay?” She pulled out her ring of keys and his smile instantly disappeared.

“N-Miss, I’ll be good. I promise I will.”

She raised a brow. He was trying to tell her no so he could get out of it. Usually she’d be about to give him punishment, but this time she thought about it. The reason he was even getting the room in the first place was because he’d been behaving. If he’d gotten this far, surely he’d continue behaving, right?

“Okay. But if you misbehave, I’ll have to keep you in here. Understand?”

His smile returned as he nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

She walked out of the room and down the hallway. Emory felt saddened by this. He didn’t know why but he didn’t want to keep feeling like this. He wanted her to stay nearby. The warmth that radiated from her was now gone. Emory wanted to feel it again. He cautiously followed her to the living room. He peeked at her from around the corner, unsure if he should bother her. “Um…Athena?”

She turned her head, surprised to see him. “Yes? Is something wrong?” He hesitated before going to sit next to her on the sofa. He nodded slowly. “What is it?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong but I don’t like it. I want it to stop.” She noted him subconsciously pinching and rubbing his arm. “I don’t know what to do.”

She examined him carefully. He did look upset when she came to get him. He only perked up when she showed him his new room. Now he was pinching himself. She quickly understood what was going on. She motioned him closer. “Come here.”

He scooted next to her and was pulled into an embrace. He relaxed and nuzzled into her arms. Everything felt better. “Thank you Miss.”

“Always, Emy.”

“Can I… can you stay holding me like this? I feel better like this.”

“If it makes you feel better, then yes I will. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you.” Emory couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever gotten a hug like this. Well, had he ever gotten a hug like this? There was something about finally being in someone’s arms. It was warm in Athena’s arms. The world had been feeling cold, even with his new blanket. It was cold and lonely in the basement. But now, Emory had the luxury of being in here in a pair of arms instead of sitting on the cold floor.

He looked over her shoulder and noticed the door that he once tried to leave out of. He began to wonder why he attempted to leave such a warm embrace. He doesn’t even remember what his life was like before this. He was sure he didn’t have anyone to hold him like this. He didn’t have an Athena around to cherish and protect him the way she did. She was his new safe space.

His haven.

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump writing #carewhumper #conditioned whumpee #captive whumpee #captivity #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #original character #my ocs #this was hard #i hope i did this right #i don't know how to write about being touch starved #like what does that feel like??#touch starved whumpee #touch starved

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Bend Until Broken

Warnings: captivity, restrains, torture, broken bone, cruel whumper

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” Whumpee said as they sat calmly in the chair Whumper had tied them to. “You may as well give up.”

Whumper frowned. “What makes you think I’m the giving up type?”

“Past experience informs future behavior,” Whumpee grinned. “So, if I know anything about you, you’re going to give up, fuck up, and get caught. I’ll be home with Caretaker in no time.”

Whumper cocked their head. “What makes you think that I won’t hurt you until then?” They started forward. They weren’t going to let Whumpee talk to them like this.

“You can hurt me, Whumper, but I’m not going to tell you anything. I will bend, but I will not be broken.” Whumpee didn’t flinch back in their chair as Whumper put both hands on each arm of the chair. Didn’t flinch as Whumper pressed their body weight onto their hands, and by extension, Whumpee’s arms. And they didn’t flinch as Whumper caressed their arms for a moment.

“We’ll see about that,” Whumper said as they began to bend Whumpee’s right index finger back. “We will definitely see about that.”

Whumpee did flinch the moment they felt their finger break as it bent until it broke. They cried as Whumper broken the second and third finger. And they screamed as Whumper crushed their wrist in a vice grip.

But still, Whumpee did not break.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw torture #tw broken bones #cruel whumper #whumpcember 2022 #day 12 #prompt: broken bone #queue #tw restraints

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zanazirafanfic · 3 months

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WIP Whenever

I thought I posted this a few days ago, but I apparently forgot. Woops. 😅 I pushed all of my fics back for a week so I could take a little break, get myself reorganized, and make sure my plots were headed where I wanted them to (in regards to 25DCC especially.) Plus, I finally got a chance to start RDR1, and it's been amazing!

Anyway, here is the tentative list of what I'm working on for the next week or so. Everything is listed by planned date of publication. :)

2/15/24 - "Ruffling A Few Feathers" - Arthur has fun teasing Catboy!Micah using a treasure found during his travels. But as with everything in his life, there are unintended consequences.

2/16/24 - 25DCC, Ch.12 - "Tucking Them In" - 1910. Kieran comes home to Mary-Beth and their children after a long journey.

2/17/24 - Whumpcember Day 12 - "Touch-Starved" - Karen Jones grieves Sean's passing once the dust finally settles after the Braithwaite raid. H/C feat. Arthur Morgan.

2/20/24 - 25DCC, Ch. 13 - "Getting Anxious for Christmas" - 1910. John and Abigail receive a letter from Dutch and Hosea, and John makes a trip to Lone Wolf Stead to share it with his brothers. Once there he finds Arthur sick and being a terrible patient, and steps in to help before Charles finally decides to murder his husband.

2/21/24 - Whumpcember Day 13 - "Restraints" + Alt "Collapse" - The boys free Sean from Ike Skelding's band of bounty hunters. Unfortunately, he's in a little rougher shape than they thought.

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sunshine-zenith · 5 months

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Sometimes, Ambrosius has nightmares

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@whumpcember day 6, Nightmares (published 12/6/23, AO3 is just being weird with its dates)

587 words, M for brief but semi-graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced character death, abuse of authority

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #cy writing #cy fanfic #nimona #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #Ballister/Ambrosius #ballister x ambrosius #implied character death #goldenheart

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