#whumper weekly

[mightaswell-whump]

Sunday: Holy messenger and unholy recipient

New ocs to add to the fantasy world

For Angel week by @species-whump-weekly

Warnings: Ownership/dehumanization (including "it" used to dehumanize), extremity amputation and subsequent dissociation (he. gets his fingers cut off and his mind shuts down about it for a while), ask if anything else needs warned against

Angel whumper, demon/hellhound whumpee

"You are to be mine," Peniel hissed with an odd sweetness, "and mine alone. You will bow to no one else. Got that?"

The angel's prisoner bared its sharp teeth and growled as it tried to make itself bigger. Peniel grabbed the creature's neck with a divine grip and watched as the power surged from her hand through its skin and to the bone.

The pain shot through his whole body, holy, radiant fire coursing through his demonic veins. The unrighteous one screeched for their mercy, to release their grasp. His perverse form ached from the inside out. When she finally let go, his entire, unrighteous body, collapsed as his flesh became numb.

"Would you like me to repeat myself, dearie?"

The fiend spat at her, a last act of defiance. She simply spat in her hand and placed it on the impure one's shoulder. It stung and burned and bubbled, like a brand on a cow's flank, and left her perfect handprint as she pulled away.

Angel saliva had a tendency to corrode a hellhound's skin, so no matter what, no matter how much time it took to heal, he would forever bear her mark. Her symbol. A reminder he was no longer his own.

"Alright," Peniel sang, "get up, Dog-tooth. I'm not finished with you yet."

She hooked a collar around the beast's neck, stroking its wolfish ears as the fastener clicked. One hand swirled its thumb into the joint between ear and scalp, whilst the other yanked on the collar, pulling the unholy one closer. Another long strap of leather was hooked to the one around his neck, a leash, which Peniel tugged at with such divine strength, Dog-tooth was quickly compelled to follow along on his hands and knees.

The way the rocks and sand dug into his knees and shins, scraping and scratching and sticking into the flesh, was humiliating and agonizing. No hellhound was meant to walk like this, outside of their doggish form. With a body that could pass for a human - minus ears and tail - Dog-tooth found himself degraded, at the whims of an angel. With the strength and speed he was dragged along at, though, he could not right himself to a less demeaning posture. Peniel knew this; he knew they knew this. It was all part of their game.

Thrown into a wall, Dog-tooth tried to pull himself up, but was quickly shoved back down again before the angel picked up a flat, heavy, slightly-sharp stone.

"As my guard dog," she explained, "you will need to learn not to use your weapons against me. So, as a precaution, I'm taking them away." She grabbed his hand, setting it on the ground in front of her.

His eyes widened, already catching on to what she was doing. Her firm grip held on despite him struggling to pull away. She raised the rock abover her head, and he yelped before he even felt the blow.

What felt like an eternity later, Dog-tooth's head started to clear of that distant, foggy feeling as his consciousness started to slip back into his body. His left hand seemed to have already been bandaged, with the fingers - or what was left of them - curled inwards. The right hand was still in the angel's grip, though one a bit gentler. She licked away the blood, her divine power both burning and sealing the wound shut, before bandaging the hand in the same manner as the other. Once out of her grip, he slowly brought the deformed limb to his face. His claws, the only thing left of his life before, gone. He brushed the exposed knuckles against the hand-shaped scar, just to see what the skin felt like.

The skin contoured inward, toward his collarbone. It was only a short while into the healing process, but it already felt like the same leather that tied him to his attacker. And, in a weird way, they meant the same thing.

#whump writing #pet whump #whump oc #defiant whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #angel whump #demon whump #species whump weekly

[sola-whumping]

I would love to see you pick up writing again! 💗💗💗

Thank you anon 💙

#nightshade talks #time to write again #i think I’ll pick up on whumper weekly to start #ways of whump were always easier and I still have so many prompts for it left #I have like. five drafts I need to finish first.. #and so many asks..

[artwhumpersanonymous]

Welcome to Art Whumpers Anonymous!

AWA is an 18+ discord server intended to be a space for artists of all levels, styles and mediums to come and share art, seek critique, share OCs and talk about whump in a community setting! We also run weekly and yearly events.

Additionally, we welcome those who are writers/hobbyists/lurkers/just testing the waters with art, as well as offer a space for OC threads, writer's talk, sfw/nsfw roleplay seeking/playing, commission/trade seeking and sprinting, among others.

The server is 18+, and has adult channels and discussions. Sorry kiddos, but unfortunately any minors will get banned!

INVITE:

DM FOR A LINK. Blog MUST have age in bio.

FAQ below the cut:

Who are the mods?

@coyotehusk @demondamage @sunshiline-writes and Ev (no tumblr)

Can I join if I don't have an active whump blog?

By all means!

What if I don't make art but still would like to be able to check out the art there?

Though AWA is focused on being an artist community, we do encourage anyone to join.

How large is the server?

Right now we are hovering around 100 folks!

I want to get better at art. Can this server help with that?

The AWA offers a crit space!

Why is the server 18+?

The AWA mods wanted to create an adult space where adult topics could be engaged with without worrying about censoring for the sake of minors. We do ask that explicit content stay within their respective channels, but otherwise try to cultivate a nonjudgemental environment.

What events do you do?

AWA currently is running an OC Trade Event, as well as a weekly member spotlight DTIYS. Anyone in the server is free to participate.

I have another question you haven't answered here?

Feel free to drop us an ask or DM.

#whump #whump art #whump community #whump discord #whump art discord #whump artists #whumpblr #whumpy stuff #whump server #whump rp #whump writing

[whumpsday]

3 whumpy anime to check out this spring!

Go Go Loser Ranger is a heroes vs. villains anime where the villains are the good guys and the heroes are downright evil. Having wiped out all the powerful monsters more than a decade ago, the heroes keep the weakest monsters captive, to parade around and torment on a weekly basis while the public believes otherwise. Because they're immortal when hit with most weapons, they'll always reform to be hurt over and over again, despite feeling all the pain.

Footsoldier D is one of those weak monsters, an immortal shapeshifter made of dust, called a "duster". After escaping the heroes' arena, he forms a plan to kill the heroes and steal the few weapons they have that can permanently kill dusters, freeing the rest of his kind. Given that he has the constitution of a porcelain doll, he can't use strength to fight: he has to rely on wits, stealth, shapeshifting (despite knowing very little about humans or the outside world), and a shaky alliance with a double-agent ranger who seems to be taking advantage of him for her own gain.

Whump tags: villain whumpee, hero whumper, immortal whumpee

Watch it on Hulu, Disney+, or any unofficial anime site.

And if you don't have time to check out a whole anime, the Go Go Loser Ranger opening theme video is also really good, with fantastic visuals symbolizing D's struggles!

An Archdemon's Dilemma is a romantic comedy stuffed to the brim with popular whump tropes. Zagan is a demonic sorcerer who attends an auction for the possessions of another recently-killed sorcerer, when he sees that one of those "possessions" is an elf slave, Nephelia. Having had a destitute, harsh past himself, he feels a rush of sympathy and buys her way out, vowing to ensure her safety. However, Nephelia is terrified, believing she's about to be used as a sacrifice in a dark magic ritual. And unfortunately for both of them, Zagan is a socially awkward loser who sucks at communicating.

It's surreal seeing something that looks like it could be a caretaker-new-master whump fic as an actual, fully-realized anime. It definitely doesn't take itself too seriously despite the premise, leaning heavily on the "comedy" part of romantic comedy, and is mostly just a silly time with lots of whump-adjacent stuff thrown in. Fanfic-y to the point of "there's only one bed" being an actual line.

Whump tags: fantasy slavery (very pet-whump-esque in its tropes), caretaker new master

Watch it on Crunchyroll or any unofficial anime site.

The Grimm Variations is an anthology of horror retellings of several Brothers Grimm fairy tales. With each episode being written and directed by different people, it varies wildly in quality, with episodes ranging from laughably bad to incredibly good, but I'm here to talk about episode 2: Little Red Riding Hood.

The Little Red Riding Hood takes place in a dystopian future where the upper and middle class use virtual reality technology to augment their reality. One man, Grey, is tired of this and craves the real: specifically, the feeling of real blood spraying him as he murders countless women, his wealth and connections protecting him from consequences. But when this serial killer makes the mistake of targeting a woman called Scarlet, he finds himself on the other side of the knife. This episode is a complete and utter gorefest with multiple onscreen torture scenes.

This isn't even my favorite episode of the series, it's like my 3rd favorite. But episode 2 is the one with the gruesome torture scene, so it's the one that goes in this post.

Little Red Riding Hood whump tags: whumper-turned-whumpee, torture, gore

Little Red Riding Hood warnings: sexual assault, eye gore, fingernail gore, violence against women, major character death

Watch it on Netflix or any unofficial anime site. Orrrr if you just wanna watch the big torture scene without any of the context, it's on Youtube.

that's all I have for now :)

(P.S: Dungeon Meshi, while not really whumpy as a whole, is also currently airing and very very good and I might write whump fanfic for it at some point in the near future. Netflix or any unofficial anime site.)

#fandom

[whumpy-daydreams]

For your own good

Masterlist

CW: needles, noncon injections, dehumanisation, living weapon whump

"Any symptoms to report?"

"No, sir."

327 didn't flinch as the needle went into their arm. It was just routine - emotional regulators that kept them ready for combat. The numb calm was good for them.

"Your training report states you're struggling to follow orders, is that right?"

"I am unaware of what Whumper writes in their reports, sir."

"Do you agree with that observation?"

327 frowned. If it was in the report it didn't matter if they agreed. "I need to improve my response time to be effective in the field."

"Don't you trust your superiors' orders?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'm going to give you another injection now."

327 looked at the doctor, already loading a new vial into the syringe. "What for, sir?" The doctor looked up, one eyebrow raised, and sighed.

"You should remember-" another sharp scratch at their arm, "-that everything we do here is for your own good. You are given all the information you need to do your job. But... I'm feeling generous. It's designed to enhance your cognitive abilities, improve your reaction times."

327 nodded. They wanted to know if this new injection would become part of their weekly routine, if there were any signs they should look for to see if it was working. That was a problem - always wanting to know things.

"Do you have a question, 327?"

"No, sir." Lying was also forbidden, but they knew it was the right answer.

"Then you're free to go."

#mortiawrites #living weapon #living weapon whumpee #whump #injection whump #i have so much worldbuilding for this little universe its insane #so many notes for the fictional military i created

[bltzgore]

@catnykit

.... why can't we have both? 😈

My favorite kind of caretaker, in fact. One with the guardian instinct, and then the raw POWER to back it up.

Some ideas:

- when whumpee is at the bottom of the food chain in a prison, or a lab, or gladiator ring. They get picked on by everyone. Broken bones on a weekly basis, and no where near enough food. Then they endear themselves to caretaker, and suddenly things change. One of whumpee's whumpers goes after them like usual and caretaker thrashes them immediately. Beats them half to death and announces to the rest of the occupants that they showed a good deal of restraint. Anyone to make a move against whumpee will face far worse.

- whumpee pleading with caretaker not to kill someone.

- whumpee being the only one who can calm caretaker down.

- "Lay a finger on them and I will take your arm off."

- "So whumpee, you've got yourself a dog."

- "What a monster."

- angst: whumpee comes sobbing to caretaker after being attacked and instead of stopping to comfort whumpee they rush off to go hunting for the perpetrator.

- coup de gras: the freeze of caretaker's blood when they hear whumpee scream (or scream their name.) And the storm that arrives when they reach them.

- caretaker's wrath makes the earth shake ♥️

Mood music

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenario #protective caretaker #living weapon #living weapon caretaker #lethal caretaker #I'lll get you whumpee!!! and your terrifying-ass dog too!! #Spotify

[whumpshaped]

Im sorry does helle get the zoomies.

masterlist

tw vampire whumper

Beck couldn't ignore how jittery Helle was. They were constantly bouncing their leg, tapping their foot, pacing around way too quickly for him to keep up, talking a million miles per hour. They couldn't sit still for a single moment.

"Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, and Helle waved him off.

"Yes! Yes, of course, why would I not be?" They picked up the Rubik's Cube again, spinning around chunks of it faster than Beck had seen anyone do, including people in those world record videos. They never stopped their circles around the living room, not until they once again finished one side of it and put it on the dresser. "What have you been drinking?" they suddenly asked.

"Um..." Beck thought for a moment. It couldn't be that Helle was actually affected by his choices, could it? "A bunch of coffee," he admitted.

"Ah, coffee, yes..." They disappeared into the kitchen so fast that to Beck, it almost seemed like they'd vanished entirely. "Not my favourite one," they called, and he quickly pushed himself up from the sofa to check on what the overgrown cat of a vampire was doing. He hated when they got into the drawers and the cabinets, it was a nightmare to put everything back in order afterwards.

"Well, I... I didn't buy my coffee thinking I would be... sharing," he said nervously as he watched Helle read something on the back of the pack. "I like it."

"I shall show you later what I prefer. I am certain you would not even notice a difference, but to me, it would be much better."

"I wouldn't notice it? If you can pick up on it just from the, the traces of caffeine in my blood, then–"

"Irrelevant," they cut in, dropping the bag of coffee beans on the counter and whooshing past Beck in the other direction this time. "If we are to share sustenance, you must be a little more accomodating."

"What–" By the time he turned around, Helle was standing right behind him, showing him the website of a semi-expensive coffee brand on their phone.

"You must acquire this, if you are to keep up this new habit of consuming way too much of it."

"That's out of my budget–"

Helle rolled their eyes. "I suppose I could give you a weekly allowance for it."

"B-but, but not even just that, maybe I don't even like it at all–"

"That is not my problem. You can choose to quit entirely."

And then they were gone. Beck heard a crash coming from the bedroom, and he rushed inside — but nothing seemed amiss. "What was that sound?"

"Nothing," Helle said way too quickly. "What sound?"

"Okay, don't give me that. Did you drop somethi–"

Blink. Gone. Helle disappeared again, and Beck realised with horror that if they kept this up the entire night, there was no way he was going to be able to keep up at all.

Maybe he should quit coffee.

~

taglist: @whumpsday @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @florissimps @nicolepascaline @oliversrarebooks @the-cyrulik @pirefyrelight @there-will-always-be-blood @pigeonwhumps @echo-goes-mmm @whumpycries @morning-star-whump @d-cs @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @tauntedoctopuses @blueyellow8green @typewrittenfangs @whumpsoda @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @auroragehenna @whumpedydump

#friend and i were talking abt helle getting the caffeine zoomies and this was the perfect prompt #at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper

[the-whumpening]

Intro Post (v2, Bigger and Better!)

About Me

I’m Ruben, but you can also call me Ruby or any variation of those. I’m a 28 year old bi/pan transmasc guy from the US. I’m also disabled (chronic pain, autism, other stuff) so I have both plenty of time to be online and plenty of barriers to keeping a regular schedule, so your patience is appreciated.

Askbox is open and anon is on! Feel free to send in prompts, asks, and general conversation!

My Ao3 account

Schedule

Monday: Meet the Character (Character Intros) [On Hiatus]

Tuesday: Writing post

Wednesday: Worldbuilding Wednesday (Background and context info about my OC universes) [On Hiatus]

Thursday: Writing post

Friday: Fuck It Friday (Prompts, recs, extra bits, whatever I feel like posting) [On Hiatus]

Weekend: Mostly open; may post writing sometimes or answer asks

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Writing Masterposts

Tigerverse (fantasy/dnd universe whump, multiple arcs/AUs)

Son of Bat (modern setting, bandmates, injury/sickfic)

Weekly Themed Posts [On Hiatus]

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Things you’ll likely find here:

General whump and hurt/comfort

Violence/gore/blood

Non/dubcon and intimate whump

Recovery/injury whump and sickfics

Emotional whump

Occasional emeto triggers

Some pet whump

Male whumpees, whumpers, and caretakers

LGBTQ+ and disabled characters

Not currently here but maybe in the future:

More pet whump/BBU

Carewhumpers

Vampire and/or werewolf fics

More NSFWhump

Lady whumper

Royal setting

Robot whump

Non-whump fics (angst, fluff, smut, etc)

Big maybe: fanworks, probably Fallout or DC Comics

You likely won’t see:

Lady whump (no hate, it’s just not my thing)

Military settings and political intrigue

Fanfic (I greatly prefer writing for OCs, but I could be persuaded)

Minor characters, outside of flashbacks (no judgment, just not my thing)

Religious whump

Superhero/Villian/Team whump (don’t mind reading it, just not interested in writing it)

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Some whump blogs I'm loving rn (off the top of my head, I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting!):

@kabie-whump @echo-goes-mmm @secretwhumplair @whumpzone @whumpcereal

@sowhumpshaped @whumpurr @doomeddestination

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My Tags:

#rublewriting (All my writing and masterposts, does not include weekly posts)

#not whump (Any post that's not writing, like memes or personal posts)

#rublogging (reblogs of others' posts)

#self rb (self explanatory)

#ruby replies (replying to asks)

#Tigerverse (any of the fics set in that universe, each has their own tag as well)

#Son of Bat (any of the fics set in that universe, each series has its own tag as well)

#Meet the Characters Monday

#Worldbuilding Wednesday

#Fuck It Friday

#whump community #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whumblr #whump blog #intro post #introductory post #pinned intro #rublewriting #not whump

[baldurs-writers-3]

Fluff: A Baldur's Gate 3 Rec List

This week, we have Fluff Fics!  Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of soft love and gentle comfort, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Baldur's Fairytales by CobaltCactus (2899,Teen) Warnings: Nothing triggering in here! Pairings: Lae'zel/Shadowheart

A short shadowzel fic inspired by old fairytales and such.

Reccer says: PLEASE WHAT ISNT THERE TO LIKE ABOUT IT. ITS ADORABLE I LOVE IT AND IT MADE ME TEAR UP 😭. Anyways, it reads like it was actually written years ago as a precautionary tale without the precautions. It's so fucking sweet and I JUST CANNTTT UGHHHHHHHGG

Covert Kindnesses by brewstersbru (1938,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

In which Astarion is secretly nice and Halsin is exceedingly (annoyingly) observant.

Reccer says: I'm a sucker for Astarion pretending to be a jerk while also secretly being incredibly kind

Halving the Grief by Ineffable_Hannigram (2035,General) Warnings: Themes of grief and healing Pairings: Astarion & Arebella, Astarion/Halsin

Arebella seeks comfort in an unlikely candidate.

Reccer says: It's just very soft and sweet

Cat Burglars by AbigailMoment (5007,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Tav/Halsin

Astarion and Staeve get polymorphed into cats. Now Halsin has to make sure they don't get themselves killed

Reccer says: Now there's literal fluff! But also just lots of sweet tender care in the form of cats and their druid

Glad Tidings by partingxshot (25638,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate)

A choose your own adventure fic staring... Ulder Ravengard?! Astarion is his son-in-law to be - he hates this, can the miracle of midwinter solve the family strife?!

Reccer says: its fucking hilarious and you can mock Ulder mercilessly via bad decisions. ALSO THE FESTIVE HAT.

It's the world that falls away from me by Whumper (381,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

Halsin's blood is so yummy that Astarion basically goes into subspace lol

Reccer says: So very soft and light and good

Owlbear Vignettes by BlackjackKent (2062,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Buddy the owlbear cub, and his adventures in camp with his new family.

Reccer says: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF of the highest quality

Gentle Hands by onlymine139 (7415,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin/Tav

Astarion returns to camp after a long day in Baldur's Gate and Tavara is nowhere to be found. He finds her and Halsin together relaxing by the river and has to decide whether or not he should tell them how he feels.

Reccer says: A good blend of fluff and smut, very sweet with lots of soft moments.

Bouquet of the Frontiers by Tavylia_Sin (5796,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll & Friends

Wyll tries to spend the tiefling party off on his own. His friends decide they would much rather adorn him in flowers and affirmations instead.

Reccer says: Very sweet. The found family vibes are impeccable

A Sweet Escapade by QueenOfCats135 (4484,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Mattis needs to find a way to celebrate Silfy's birthday. Hijinks ensue.

Reccer says: Just a fun little romp with a bunch of sticky fingered kids

Kvitravn by Mellybaggins (3120,Teen) Warnings: Injury Pairings: Gale/Tav

When Laileth is injured in a fight, Gale takes it upon himself to teach her some protective magic, to mixed results. In the process, the two friends find out their relationship could become something more.

Reccer says: It's sweet and playful and fun to read.

Dancing in The Dark by justmightyshadows (703,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Karlach/Lae'zel, Shadowheart/Karlach, Shadowheart/Halsin

Karlach returns from the hells and notices that feelings might still be lingering from a past relationship.

Reccer says: I liked it!

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with Character Study Fics!

#bw3 #bw3 rec list #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #fluff #fanfic rec list #lae'zel #shadowgast #astarion #halsin #karlach #Gale #bg3 tav #fanfiction

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Possible weekly themes

Living Weapon Whump

Carewhumper

Defiant Whumpee

For the greater good

Dehumanization

emotion removal/repression

Intimate Whumper

Touch/physically affectionate whumper

Yandere whumper

Mind control/Possession Whump

Drugs

Hypnosis

Telepathy/Mind-control powers

Sickfic

Flu

Fever

Conditioning/Brainwashing

Trigger/activation words

Recovery

Nightmares

Triggers

Captivity

Tied up/restraints

Sensory deprivation/restriction

Basement whump

Hero/Villain Whump

On the run

Pet Whump

Collars

Caged

Institutionalized pet whump

"training"

Team Whump

Separation

Bound/trapped together

Magic Whump

Curses

Nonhuman whumpee/whumper

Magical whumper

Magic with side effects

Role Changes

Whumper-turned-whumpee

Whumpee-turned-whumper

Whumpee-turned-caretaker

Caretaker-turned-whumper

Whumper-turned-caretaker

caretaker-turned-whumpee

Submit ideas in the askbox! (Or anyplace where I'll be sure to see it.) I will update this as suggestions come in, so make sure you're looking at the root post to see the most recent version of the list.

#whump event #whump challenge #event planning #whump #whump tropes #whump prompts #whumpblr #whump community

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs Masterlist

All's fair in love and war.

Jackie Rockwell is immortal, and he discovers this in the worst way possible. When Heather Rodriguez tries to kill him and realizes that she cannot, she starts to get other ideas, and begins conducting illegal scientific studies on her newfound captive. Everything quickly gets out of hand, however, and her precious lab rat doesn’t give up so easily.

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general content: lab whump, lady whumper, carewhumper, occasionally intimate whumper (mainly in the later chapters), immortal whumpee, captivity, Stockholm/Lima syndrome, violence/gore

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PART I

1. Heartless 2. Firecracker 3. Dotted Line 4. Diplomacy 5. Tape I (Hassle) 6. Tape II (Ladybug) 7. Tape III (Hypochlorite) 8. Tape IV (Killswitch) 9. Tape V (Canary) 10. Privileged 11. Dollhouse 12. Clutter 13. Tape VI (Sugar-Coat) 14. Tape VII (Perception) 15. Tape VIII (Fever) 16. Tape IX (Senseless) 17. Conviction 18. Sickness 19. Tape X (Rorschach) 20. Catharsis 21. Snowfall 22. Vanity 23. Exit 24. Heather Performs A Lobotomy 25. Slaughterhouse 26. Attrition

PART II

27. Proof 28. Lovesick 29. Conscience 30. Preparation 31. Principle 32. Redmond 33. Cotton

A new chapter will be posted weekly, every Friday, 7:00 AM EST.

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Art tag

Fan art tag ❤️❤️❤️

Asks tag

Playlists

#masterlist #whump writing #lab whump #immortal whumpee #whump #Spiderwebs Toyybox

[whump-me]

Unseen Masterpost

A living weapon in a gilded cage

When the head of the Couvillion Syndicate dies unexpectedly, his ruthless and brilliant daughter Yvette should be the unquestioned choice to take his place. Or that’s what Yvette thinks. But her father’s people still see her as a child. They think they can take what is rightfully hers.

They don’t see that she’s every bit as cold-blooded as her father was.

She’s heard of a group that trains assassins with unnatural powers. A living weapon who can turn invisible at will sounds like just the edge she needs. But this organization won’t just give one of their assassins away. As always, Yvette will need to take what she wants—by any means necessary.

To Delta-Nine-308, who has never left her training compound, Yvette’s gilded cage is as good as freedom—and freedom is terrifying. She longs to go home to her familiar cell. But living with Yvette means soft beds and cookies and the novel concept of free time. It means late-night conversations with her desperately lonely captor, who has started confiding in her as if they’re friends. She’s never had a friend before.

She doesn’t want to give all this up.

And all she has to do to keep it is kill whoever Yvette wants her to kill.

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Unseen is a novel in the Mind Games universe—a series of standalone stories about ordinary humans with superhuman abilities and the people who want to use or destroy them. It’s got living-weapon whump, a cold but conflicted female whumper, a sheltered and naive female whumpee (who is also a highly trained assassin), and a friendship as emotionally satisfying as it is deeply unhealthy.

This story is novel-length with a planned 24 chapters. Updates twice a week. Ask to be added or removed from taglist. Or read the completed story on my Patreon—subscribers get instant access, plus twice-weekly chapters of my latest story.

Chapters (coming 5/2024)

(Here from a reblog? Here’s the most recent version.)

#whump #my writing #whump novel #my writing: Mind Games #my writing: Unseen #my writing: masterpost #living weapon whump #superpower whump #emotional whump

[justplainwhump]

Raid

Adrian takes part in a WRU raid.

[pet safety masterpost]

Content / warning: BBU, frankly discussed noncon (by whumpers), implied forced prostitution, WRU things, reacquisition teams, biting, beating. It starts very fluffy, but most of this is in fact very much not.

Slowly, Adrian and Bea began to develop a routine. Marta helped, from a distance, sharing what she knew from years of safehouse work and adapting it to Adrian's reality.

Physical activities, she had recommended. Touch that is affectionate, yet not physical. Defining and defending boundaries for each of them.

It was a challenging journey for both of them, but Adrian found himself enjoying the ride.

Bea helped with and prepared cooking. She didn't have any words for it, and barely any memory, but there was definitely some physical memory to kitchen assistance - with the slight drawback, that that had been with full vision, as they'd learned the hard way when she'd seriously cut herself while chopping onions, and the ER had sent them off because they wouldn't treat pets.

From then on, there were weekly therapy sessions for Bea, a work therapist (WRU-licence for work with pets) visiting them at home and teaching her how to deal with her vision impairment.

Bea refused to leave the apartment without him, but he taught her how to order groceries via app and she took over that task, too.

And then, there was dancing.

Every day after Adrian came home from work, he'd put on a playlist and they'd dance in the small space of his living room for almost an hour. Bea was a great dancer - of course she was, he thought grimly, nobody came out of WRU's training who didn't have perfectly sensual movements and flexibility. But she also seemed to genuinely enjoy it.

They danced Salsa, New York style, and Bea took to it like a fish to water. When he was at work, she browsed YouTube playlists he'd set up for her to find new combinations or try out stylings and decorations, and after he had been the one to teach her for their first two or three sessions, the roles were quickly reversed and she became the teacher.

"That pet really does wonders on you," his colleague at work said. "Haven't gotten laid enough before, huh?"

"She's fantastic," Adrian would reply then, nonchalantly enough not to provoke any follow up questions, and he'd hate that it was true. He was better.

Happier.

Of course, this didn't last long.

---

Adrian was just filing away the reports on his last uneventful inspection, humming the tune of a Salsa song, when his phone rang.

"Hey, Delgado," Kelly's voice was pressed. "Need you for a raid downtown. Illegal brothel, WRU pets involved. Police have requested a WRU team to deal with them. Dispatching three handlers and you. Departure in five. You'll answer to Grimm."

Grimm. The asshole who'd performed 'quality assurance' on Bea. It was even more sickening to imagine now, than it had been back then.

"Grimm and I aren't exactly-"

She cut him off. "You're both professionals, Adrian. He's the most senior employee on the team. Deal with it." She'd hung up, before he could add anything.

Cussing, Adrian grabbed his protective gear and jogged to the car park.

"PSI Delgado," Grimm greeted him, as he eased himself in the back of the van. "What an unpleasant surprise. I don't exactly need moral guidance to raid a house full of second hand Romantics."

"Seems our bosses think you do." Demonstratively, Adrian reached to his chest and turned on the body cam. "Pet Safety means to keep WRU property safe and well-kept. Would be a shame for the company if that weren't your highest prerogative."

Grimm clicked his tongue. "How's your own little whore anyway, eh? You keeping her safe and well-fucked? Or you defending your moral-superiority-slash-virginity against her?"

Adrian grabbed the handle over the door as the van went into a sharp curve. "What happens in my bedroom is none of your business."

"Ah, I see." He chuckled. "Nothing much, then. She's fun when you get her to scream, you know? Three fingers up the ass should do the job."

Adrian forced himself to remain calm. "What about the mission, Grimm?"

"Illegal brothel, bunch of whores with bar codes on their wrists. Police are coming in for the gangsters running it, need us to secure and seize the pets."

"How many?"

"Half dozen Romantics. Guard Dog or two." Grimm smirked. "My handlers and I will handle the Romantics, so you don't need to burden yourself with that depravity."

"Called the wife already, not to wait up," one of the other handlers chimed in. "Going to be a long night evaluating the products. We'll need to make sure they're still functional."

"While Delgado here can check if the Guard Dogs are still functional," Grimm added cheerfully. "Excellent team work."

"Truly." Adrian grinned at him darkly. "Always a pleasure working with other departments."

In his pocket, a burner phone was holding connection to his sister's, continuously sending his location data in the background.

---

It was worse than he'd expected.

Somehow, it always was.

None of the Romantics were registered to the brothel's owners. Runaways, who had either been collected off the streets by criminals or even taken the job up by themselves, earning money by doing the one thing they thought they were good at.

All of them had one thing in common - they were terrified seeing the dark gray WRU uniforms.

Some of them folded into Respect position even without the command, crying and whimpering.

Some tried to make a run for it.

Like the young man Adrian was pinning to the wall right now, barely twenty, high cheekbones, tousled black hair that fell down his back. His translucent robe hid nothing, not the too thin shape of his body, nor the bruises on his neck and thighs.

"Please," he whimpered. "Please, Sir, no, I can't go back, I'll do anything, please."

Adrian pressed him closer into the wall and leaned in. The boy reacted by curving his body against him, baring his neck, trying to rub his ass at Adrian's crotch.

Adrian squirmed. No. He couldn't do this. "See that window to our right?" he hissed. "There's a roof underneath. You hit me, get out there, down, two left turns, there's a red car. Get there, and you'll be safe."

From the end of the corridor, someone whistled. "Delgado trying to get some after all, huh? Need help?"

Adrian flipped the handler off, while he wrestled the pet's legs apart with his knee in an effort to show her what she expected to see. "Not help, fucking privacy would be nice!"

She chuckled. "Sure thing. We help each other, don't we? Be quick." He heard her press a button on her radio. "First floor clear."

Adrian reached for his own pants, pulled open his belt, while watching her leave.

His lips brushed over the boy's ear. "Got it?"

"Sure." The boy pushed back his ass. "I give you a good time and you look away for a second," he purred.

"No. You don't give me anything," Adrian said sharply. "No time. You hit me, you get to the red car. You ran away once, you do it again. Now."

He loosened his grip, and luckily, the kid had understood.

He spun around and punched him in the stomach, then a knee between the legs.

Adrian's loud whine wasn't entirely fake, as he stumbled back and rolled up on the floor. The kid stared at him for a second, and then darted towards the window Adrian had indicated, long hair flying past him like a flag.

Adrian counted to five, before he hit the button of the radio and yelled "Fuck! One got away!"

He just prayed it was true.

"One whore doesn't matter," Grimm's voice cracked in the radio. "Found the jackpot down here, be useful for once, Delgado. Basement, now."

Adrian pushed himself back to his knees. His cheek throbbed where the kid's punch had landed, not much more, but the kick between the legs had been hard. He groaned, as he started to limp towards the stairs.

The police had mostly retreated, a bunch of well dressed people loaded in the back of police trucks, some other officers carrying out computers from upstairs.

Adrian's colleagues however were in the basement, where a group of four trembling pets was huddled up behind a huge Guard Dogs shielding them against the handlers. He was growling lowly, swinging a long iron bar in one hand.

The handlers kept safe distance at the bottom of the stairs, shock batons and guns ready.

"Why don't you just shoot the dude?", the woman who'd been upstairs with Adrian demanded.

"Big guy is worth a mill," Grimm said lowly. "Top grade. Has titanium enforcements and shit. Reacquisition have been on the lookout for him for months. He'll go to refurb in mint condition, and still be on the larger end of six figures."

"Go. Away," the Guard Dog growled.

"Ressource guarding." Adrian mumbled. "Classic side effect of that sort of conditioning. Question is, does he defend all of them, or just one."

"Check the files." Grimm gestured at one of the handlers. "Did one of them escape with him?"

"Twink at the left. Not even a Romantic by designation. Domestic. Valet to their owner. Worth... neglectable."

"Huh." Grimm raised his gun and fired.

The gunshot echoed from the walls, deafening by itself, multiplied by the inhuman scream that rose from the Guard Dog's throat when the Domestic went down.

He lunged forward, at the same moment something pushed into Adrian's back.

Adrian only had time to draw his shock baton before the Guard Dog was on him, metal teeth sinking into the armour on his neck, digging through it, tearing skin and flesh. Grimm, he dimly thought. Fucking Grimm had pushed him in the line of attack.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't even raise his arm with the baton, could only scream, as the man on top of him shook his head with Adrian's neck between his teeth.

Punches rained down on the Guard Dog, vibrating in Adrian's body, his bones, his skull, everywhere. He couldn't see straight, everything a foggy blur, the only thing sharp the teeth in his neck.

There were calls around him, screams and footsteps and groans, and then finally, finally a heavy weight sinking down on him, a release of the stinging hold of his neck, and the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.

---

When Adrian came to in the hospital the first time, it was for some minutes to a doctor changing the IV bag.

The second time was at night, when he woke up disoriented, trembling from a nightmare about Eric wearing a translucent robe, kissing his neck, then turning into a zombie biting him. Adrian's trembling fingers found a thick bandage around his neck. He rang the nurse for painkillers.

The third time, late in the morning, it was to Handler Grimm sitting in a chair next to his bed.

He closed his eyes, hoping to sleep again and make him go away.

It didn't work.

"Morning, Delgado," Grimm said cheerfully. "Man, you really went all in for the team there, didn't you?"

"Fuck you," Adrian rasped. "You fucking threw me to him as.... as bait."

"You wore armor," Grimm said with a shrug. "And you messed up right before. Plus, you're a fucking pain in the ass." He clasped Adrian's shoulder, and Adrian gasped in pain as it tore at the fresh wound. "And it worked out. I'll cash in the reacquisition bonus, and both of us will keep silent about the details, eh? I'll get you a share."

"What... about the pets?"

"Got more than half of them. They're on the Drip as we speak. Your cutie is still on the run, but don't worry, they all get picked up sooner or later. Until then, I'll make sure you'll get a little solace."

Adrian groaned, and Grimm just chuckled. "Was good working with you, eh? Cheers, PSI Delgado."

Adrian passed out, came back, and passed out again.

Somewhere in between, in the fleeting moments of consciousness, he felt someone curl up at his side, gentle hands brushing over his skin.

"I'm with you," a soft voice whispered. "I'm with you, Adrian Delgado, and I'm keeping you safe." She hummed against his skin, the cheerful tune of a Salsa song.

This time, when he fell asleep, he smiled.

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Tender

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

So the winner of yesterday's poll was not this piece but this piece was done so here you go! I wrote this for a weekly prompt for the Art Whumpers Anonymous Discord Server ("Does it hurt?"). Enjoy!

Nathan is good at taking care of injuries, both his own and others'.

Contains: Minor whump (typical childhood injuries), vampires, caretaking, complicated relationships

~~~

“Does it hurt?”

Nathan keeps his voice pitched low as he kneels down in front of Christina. She looks up at him with wide, watery eyes and nods. The gash on her leg is long and jagged and oozing blood, but thankfully it doesn’t look deep. 

“I bet.” He holds out a hand to her. “Let’s get you home. I’m sure some cherries will make you feel better while I clean you up, yeah?”

Her wobbly lip turns up into a bit of a smile as she nods again, this time more confident, and takes his hand. He rises to his feet in a fluid motion, pulling her up with a firm but gentle grip, and takes note of how she staggers and tries to take the weight off of her injured leg. The sight makes him frown. She’s getting a little bit big for it, but…

“Would you like me to carry you?”

Another nod, and Nathan crouches back down to gather Christina up into his arms. She’s heavy, but he doesn’t mind; it means she’s growing. After taking a moment to make sure his grip on her is secure, he starts the trek back up the hill and into town. Christina clings to him the entire time, quiet as ever, her eyes wandering across the landscape. 

When they get home he goes straight to the kitchen. They still have some leftover candied cherries in the cupboard, and he makes up a small bowl for Christina before setting her on a chair. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The cherries were the right call, he decides, as she barely winces when he starts wiping down her leg with a wet cloth. Her focus is instead entirely on the sweets. It gives him the chance to get the wound clean and confirm that it really is as mild as he first thought it was. She finishes her bowl just as he gets the bandaged wrapped around her leg and pinned in place.

“There,” he says, standing back up to look at her directly. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. All better.” Her smile is small but genuine, and fills him with warmth, the same way it does every time he sees it.

“Good.” He ruffles her hair, chuckling at her squeak of protest. “Now, do you want to help me with lunch?”

---

“Does it hurt?”

The voice startled him, but Nathan didn’t show it, just kept winding the bandage around his hand as if Priya hadn’t just come out of nowhere. “I’m fine.” 

And he was. His hand still burned from the magical backlash, but it was nothing he didn’t know how to deal with.

“Clearly.” Her voice was as unimpressed as his was. “And I see you have it handled.”

Bandage in place, he looked up at her with as charming of a grin as he could manage. “Yeah, well, I am a man of many talents.” He had to be to survive. It didn’t matter where those skills came from, or what he had to give up in the process.

“Hm.” She pushed off the wall. “Father has a new thrall. I’ll tell Renata to let you have the first claim to them. Some extra blood will help you heal.”

“Oh.” For a moment all he could do was blink at her. It almost seemed like a kind gesture. There was always a chance that it would come with strings attached, but there was no reason for him to turn it down. Not when Priya had a point. “Well, I certainly won’t say no. Maybe I’ll even leave some for you two.”

“Good.” Her voice was a bit softer. Not quite caring, but something close to it. He refused to feel anything at all about it. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

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June of Doom day 18

“How long have you been like this?” (fall, sleep deprivation, blanket)

Content warning: vomiting

“So,” Whumper said as they pressed the intercom’s activation button, allowing their voice to come through the speakers of Whumpee’s cell. “How long have you been like this? Describe your symptoms.”

The subject looked horrible. They were pale and glassy eyed, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. They looked up from the bucket they’d been retching into only a moment ago, drool still trickling from their panting mouth. The bags underneath their eyes looked like bruises. Despite all of that, they still managed to give Whumper a halfhearted glare. “What’s it matter to you, asshole?”

Whumper rolled their eyes. “Why do you think you’re here? For entertainment? Don’t make me laugh.” Whumpee’s glare only hardened, urging Whumper to continue. “You’re a test subject; I want information on your condition.”

The subject remained stubbornly silent, still clutching their bucket. Whumper scoffed; human subjects were just as useful as they were obnoxious. Still, it wasn’t an issue. Gaining firsthand data from the subject would be useful, but it wasn’t necessary. They had cameras, they had weekly physicals. There was little the subject could say that their body wouldn’t show. And if their experiment functioned as intended, Whumper would soon have a body to conduct an autopsy on, and they’d have every answer they needed then. 

Whumper deactivated the intercom, scratched a few hasty notes into their clipboard, and left the vomiting subject behind.

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[whumpshots]

Whump Snippet Saturday - Masterlist

This wee list will be updated monthly, Whump Snippets will be posted in a weekly/bi-weekly schedule!

List under the cut - Enjoy the read.

Week #1 - Caretaker has their blood on their hands. Week #2 - A symphony in Whumper's ears. Week #3 - Whumpee prays that they get out of here alive. Week #4 - It doesn't take long for Whumper to continue letting everything out on henchman. Week #5 - They pass out before they manage to catch a glimpse. Week #6 - "You're safe, Whumpee. You're safe now." Week #7 - Team leader holds onto caretaker for dear life as they stroke their back, sobs shaking their body and the shock finally wearing down. Week #8 - Whumpee hates cold weather. Week #9 - "I'll stay." Week #10 - Whumper softly strokes their cold hand. "It looks like art ..." Week #11 - "I can walk myself, see?" Week #12 - "I'm gonna get us out of here." Week #13 - It's been a while since caretaker had a nightmare. Week #14 - The words of ‘comfort’ they tried to offer drown in shame and guilt. Week #15 - Whumpee wipes the cold sweat from their forehead and make their way to find the rest of the team. Week #16 - “Take your time.” Week #17 - “Stop grinning, make sure to get some rest tonight, okay?” Week #18 - "You're the only reason I haven't jumped yet." Week #19 - "It's okay, you can stay as long as you want." And whumpee does. Week #20 - Whumpee wakes up in a soft bed after a mission. Week #21 - "Are you hurt? Whose blood is that?" Week #22 - He never believed he'd see the day someone actually cares for him. Week #23 - Whumper grits their teeth at whumpee's defiance, a blood-smeared grin on their lips. Week #24 - "You did good. Now sleep." Week #25 - "Oh God ... that is so much blood." Week #26 - Swallowing down the tears, they look up at caretaker, who just smiles at them. "It's okay." Week #27 - "You will never be too much." Week #28 - So star gazing it is ... left alone with their thoughts and the things that might be when they go to bed. Week #29 - They only see the blood on their hands. Week #30 - Maybe they saved each other in some aspect. Week #31 - Whumpee looks up when caretaker enters the room and scrambles to hide the wrappers and used bandages they just changed. Week #32 - For how long will whumpee be strong? Week #33 - They see whumper lurking everywhere. Week #34 - "Just a little longer, help is on the way..." Week #35 - "It's me. I won't hurt you, kid." Week #36 - Whumpee feels their eye-lids close like they are pulled down by an invisible force. Week #37 - Old or new injuries, it doesn't matter. Caretaker will always be on their side. Week #38 - Caretaker has been using their powers on everyone, but the battle is still ongoing. Week #39 - Whumpee feels a dull pain their brain can't even register immediately.

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