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Ummm yes this is a story I need to hear and also now I’m intrigued. How does one make holy water?

“Stop” - Whumpmas in July day 15

Content warning: pure, straight-up religious abuse, torture, restraints, threat of death, drowning, parental abuse

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Cold terror shivered down Azazel’s spine. The metal table felt like ice against their skin, sucking out their body heat through their clothes. The leather restraints around their wrists and ankles were so tight it hurt. Their lungs felt so small in their chest – even with their panicked, heaving breaths, they couldn’t pull in enough air. Their eyes rolled towards the ceiling and they stared, frozen, at the graying ceiling tiles that were stained brown with water damage. Their tongue felt too big for their mouth and they swallowed hard.

“P-please,” they rasped, throat too tight to make a sound. “Please, please…”

“Shhh…” the soothing voice murmured over them. “Hush. I know you’re frightened, but after this, you’ll—”

“Please let me go,” Azazel whimpered. They twisted their arms against the restraints and sobbed weakly when they held firm. “Please, I… please…”

The faded form chuckled above their head. Those eyes had shone at them with angel grace once, ancient light that filled the house around them and made every footstep sacred ground. Now the eyes were dark, the body almost translucent, as if wind passed through their cells when it swept by. Azazel sobbed weakly and twisted their wrist harder. The restraint rubbed their skin raw.

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This one is definitely a reread but omg it slayed me again.

Can we just talk for a second about how quietly simple this piece is. And yet dear lord it hits hard.

“Even holy water can take a life.”

I’m sorry this just... damn.

“Final justice, final mercy.”

So sad and so broken 😭

Whumpmas in July - Day 3

Day 3: creation prompt - sleep

Today we have our first creation prompt! You can write a drabble, draw some art, make a moodboard, or create anything else that strikes you!

How’s your whumpee’s sleeping been lately? Is it the fitful sleep of someone who can’t let their guard down, or the deep sleep of someone who realizes they’re finally safe at last? Unable to sleep from the pain, or unconscious from anesthesia? Alone, or in the arms of a loved one, or in a hospital bed, or in the dungeons of their enemy?

Do they have dreams? Or, if we’re very lucky, nightmares?

Write, draw, create—and don’t forget to tag us @whumpmasinjuly​ and #whumpmasinjuly when you do!

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Finally getting time to read these. I think this one’s technically a reread but holy shit Athena you destroy me.

“Now the eyes were dark, the body almost translucent, as if wind passed through their cells when it swept by.” OMG, how do you come up with this I swear. I could read a thousand dictionaries and still not think to put words together this well. Floored. Absolutely floored.

“It did not burn them. Only demons were burnt by holy water.” This is so sad oh my god 😭

Also did not know that holy water had salt in it. Learn something new every day I guess

“Stop” - Whumpmas in July day 15

Content warning: pure, straight-up religious abuse, torture, restraints, threat of death, drowning, parental abuse

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Cold terror shivered down Azazel’s spine. The metal table felt like ice against their skin, sucking out their body heat through their clothes. The leather restraints around their wrists and ankles were so tight it hurt. Their lungs felt so small in their chest – even with their panicked, heaving breaths, they couldn’t pull in enough air. Their eyes rolled towards the ceiling and they stared, frozen, at the graying ceiling tiles that were stained brown with water damage. Their tongue felt too big for their mouth and they swallowed hard.

“P-please,” they rasped, throat too tight to make a sound. “Please, please…”

“Shhh…” the soothing voice murmured over them. “Hush. I know you’re frightened, but after this, you’ll—”

“Please let me go,” Azazel whimpered. They twisted their arms against the restraints and sobbed weakly when they held firm. “Please, I… please…”

The faded form chuckled above their head. Those eyes had shone at them with angel grace once, ancient light that filled the house around them and made every footstep sacred ground. Now the eyes were dark, the body almost translucent, as if wind passed through their cells when it swept by. Azazel sobbed weakly and twisted their wrist harder. The restraint rubbed their skin raw.

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Honor bound - 11

This is a series. Start here. Previous chapter here. 

We’re finally meeting the rest of the team! I’ve never been one for sicfics but…I can feel one coming on. I’m gonna do it my way ;)

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The front door slammed against the wall as Finn nearly kicked it open. Vera jumped and crossed the room in three strides, throwing her arms around them. “Finn. Thank god.” Ellis was right behind them. She turned to them and pulled them into her arms. “How you two holding up? You ok?”

“Yeah.” Finn’s voice was low and grave. “Yeah, we’re fine. Glad you’re ok.”

Gray poked their head in from the other room at the sound of voices and heaved a sigh of relief, crossing to them. “Oh thank god.” They put a hand on each of the others’ shoulders, their gaze flicking between them. “We were worried we lost you, too.”

They all flinched.

“So…how’s Sam? They ok?” Ellis shuffled anxiously, their hands in their pockets.

“Yeah,” said Finn, twisting their hands together. “I need to go check them out. They doing ok?” No one would meet their gaze. They pressed their lips into a line. “…as expected?”

Gray nodded. “They’re in the bedroom. Asleep, finally. They’ve been through…”

A grave silence fell on the team. Finn ran a hand over their face, stress etching deep lines around their eyes. “Ok. I’ll let them sleep for a bit. I want to take a look at them as soon as they wake up. I want a good idea of what I’m dealing with, what…Gavin…did to them.”

Ellis ground their teeth, hate seething out of their eyes. “I can’t believe he took Isaac. I cannot…fucking believe he took Isaac.” They leaned their elbows on the counter, hands pulling through their hair. They turned their eyes to Vera and Gray, desperate. “How did this happen?”

Gray did their best to keep their voice steady. “While Gavin was…when he had Sam, he forced them to swallow a tracker. He told them it was poison. Sounds like some mind game because he told them he’d give them the antidote if they gave up more information about us.” Finn paled. “We’d only been here for a few hours when Gavin called Isaac and demanded he give Sam back. Sounds like he…” Gray swallowed their disgust. “…he wanted Sam back because they were…fun.”

“Son of a bitch,” Ellis whispered.

“Isaac said he would go in their place. He sacrificed himself. I don’t know what Gavin threatened. It must have been something terrible for Isaac to have gone to him.”

“Isaac’s never been one to avoid pain for our sake,” interjected Vera. “It doesn’t matter what Gavin threatened. Isaac knew he would take Sam back.”

Gray pushed out a slow breath. “You’re right.” They looked around at the team and saw they all wore the same horrified expression. “Isaac took the car and went up to the main road to meet Gavin.”

“We saw it as we came in.” Finn had their arms hugged tight to their chest.

“After that, we figured Gavin headed east if you almost ran into his people coming from where you were staged. It gives us a good starting point to start going after Isaac.”

“Is that the plan now?” Ellis looked from Gray to Vera and back. “Going after Isaac?”

Vera spoke up. “The tracker Gavin placed is still in Sam. We don’t go anywhere until it’s out of their system.”

“And then after that, yes, the plan is to go after Isaac,” Gray finished.

Finn nodded. “Well, you know I’m in. But we have nothing to go on. Where do we even start?”

Gray was staring at the floor. “We start with ‘east.’ It’s the only think we have to go on for now.” They raised their eyes to the group.

“What about Sam?” Finn’s voice was low. “Can they travel? How badly hurt are they? Can they walk? What do they remember about being with Gavin?”

“I remember everything.” The team jumped at Sam’s voice and all turned to see them leaning against the wall, pale and trembling.

Finn rushed to their side, their hands on them in an instant. Feeling for injuries. “Hey, Sam. Hey buddy. You doing ok? You need to sit down?”

“No, no, I…” They swayed on their feet. “I’m ok…”

“No, you’re not.” Finn’s voice became gentle and steady. “Let’s get you to the couch.”

“I’m…fine…” A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Sam’s face from their effort to stay standing.

“No, you’re not. Couch. Now.” Finn grasped Sam under one arm and began to guide them to the couch. Sam sank into it. Finn knelt in front of them, brushing sweaty hair away from their forehead. “You’ve got a little bit of a temperature.”

Sam shook their head, whimpering. “No… No I’m ok… I have to be ok… We have to get Isaac…” They bit down on their lip. Gray and Vera appeared over the back of the couch, and Ellis took a seat beside Sam. “We have to focus on Isaac.”

“We don’t have to focus on anything but you right now,” Finn insisted gently. “Until that tracker’s out of you, we can’t do anything for him. Right now I need to make sure you’re going to be ok.”

Tears of shame ran down Sam’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I tried to make him stay…” They looked back at Gray and Vera. “I tried to wake you…” They sobbed weakly.

Ellis jerked their hands towards Sam and then pulled back, uncertain how to touch them.

“We know you did, sweetheart.” Vera’s voice cracked. “We know. But don’t focus on that right now, ok? Focus on getting better. Focus on the next steps.” She squeezed Sam’s shoulders over the back of the couch.

Sam took a hiccoughing inhale and coughed wetly. They gasped as their chest heaved with each spasm. Finn looked worriedly at Gray. “Waterboarding,” they whispered. Finn looked back to Sam, eyes wide with concern.

“Sam.” They rubbed their back in soothing circles as Sam took deep, shuddering breaths. “Can you tell me what Gavin did to you? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

“I can tell you,” Sam said miserably, folding in on themselves. “I’ll tell you everything.”

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Rosa you mean mean horrible woman! 😭 Isaac baby you are safe and so loved and so deserve a space to heal away from everything 😭

Honor Bound 6 - 16

Honor Bound 6 - 16 (Confrontation) - @badthingshappenbingo​

Requested by @angry-ace​

Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

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This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

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Masterlist

Content warning: this one is rough; confrontation with previous abuser, self-loathing, PTSD, flashbacks, past death, blood, past death threats, conditioning, gun, one mother of a trauma response, dehumanization, weight loss/body image, explicit thoughts of self-harm, angry caretaker, gaslighting, unsure of reality of abuse

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Shame crashed through Isaac’s chest, hot and bright and bitter. He blinked away tears, gritting his teeth as his hands shook on the gun.

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I have a whumpy OC and another headed in that direction once I get the time to write again. Master list is pinned on my page

I wanna see more oc whump

If u make whump for original characters pls reblog or like this i want to go through ur whole oc tag

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God damn my heart hurts for Edrissa with this one! She has so much to heal from and has just been pushing everything to the side and it’s just starting to bubble to the surface. I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a recovery arc and I am fucking here for it!

Honor Bound 6 - 13

Honor Bound 6 - 13 (Sensory Overload) - @badthingshappenbingo​​

Requested for Sam or Edrissa by anon

Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

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This is a series. Start here. Continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

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Content warning: flashbacks, past whump of a minor, past captivity, imagined death, past drug whump, past implied noncon of a minor, gendered slurs, touch aversion, PTSD, past death of a sibling, past noncon body modification, emeto, past breakup, Gavin’s hallucinations, Gavin’s past parental abuse

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Edrissa wailed, rag-doll limp, in Vera’s arms. She took great, heaving breaths, trembling violently in Vera’s lap in the front seat of the car, chest aching with each shuddering sob. Tori’s fingers were locked on the wheel and she glanced again at Edrissa, wrapped tight in Vera’s embrace. The car wasn’t running. They sat outside the blue duplex, one window lit by the living room light they’d left on. The sky above them was dark, blurred by Edrissa’s tears.

“Shh,” Vera soothed, gently running her fingers through Edrissa’s hair. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“P-ple-ease,” Edrissa moaned, her nose running onto Vera’s shirt. “N-no, please, I-I’m s-sorry…”

“Just breathe,” Vera murmured. “Just breathe, Edrissa, you’re okay.”

“Let’s go inside,” Tori said in a shaking voice.

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God I love it when the character's lock eyes right before one is hurt.

standing on the battle field and looking over at their partner. maybe they smile at them before being hit. maybe they give them a blank stare before crumpling, almost like they knew it was going to happen.

or

the whumper comes for A and drags them from the room. A telling B over and over again that it's going to be alright before giving them one last look before the door closes

or

maybe they were having an argument and one confesses an attraction, romantic or platonic, and then BOOM

arrow to the side.

bullet to the shoulder.

poison takes affect.

all of it is great

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Nick and Holley as a pair are just golden and I fucking love them

So I'm watching shows like Gray's anatomy, Night Shift, House MD and Chicago MD. And if I'm correct you're EMS, right?

What's your opinion on these shows?

I totally don't have a video channel dedicated to reactions of terrible, terrible shows like that 😂

Third watch, Nightwatch, and Sirens are the only exceptions

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Up Close & Personal Writeblr Ask Game (Emoji Edition!)

As writers, we often bring a piece of ourselves to every character and every work-in-progress. In this writeblr ask game, I want to encourage all of us to explore the more personal aspects of our writing with one another. To play, just send the person who reblogged this game an emoji (or 2, 3, 4…); feel free to answer in as much or as little detail as you feel comfortable and have fun!!!

❤️ Which of your OCs is most like you? Which is the least?

💝 Are any of your OCs based off of people in your own life?

🧡 When a friend or family member in real life asks you about your WIPs, do you feel comfortable talking about them?

💘 List 3 traits you admire in one of your OCs (preferably ones that you’d like to emulate in your own life).

💛 Do you and your OCs have any hobbies or interests in common?

💖 Have any of your WIPs helped you through a difficult time in your life?

💚 If you had to trade lives with one of your OCs, who would you pick?

💗 Share a single sentence from each of your WIPs that you think best describes the relationships you most cherish in real life.

💙 Which of your OCs would be your best friend (if they were to exist in real life)? Which would be your worst enemy?

💓 Are any of the plot points in your WIPs inspired by real life events?

💜 When your WIPs are best-sellers (because they absolutely will be!!!), who do you think will be happiest for you?

💞 List 3 tropes that you feature in your WIPs and explain why they’re important to you as a person.

🖤 Do you and your OCs have any backstory elements in common?

💕 Have any of your WIPs (or the research you’ve done for them) changed the way you view the world around you?

💔 If you published any of your WIPs under a pen name, which would be most likely to be positively identified as one of your own by a real life friend or family member?

❣️ Share a single sentence from each of your WIPs that you think best describes your emotional state at this current point in time.

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Dude watch more cause Nick is so much better than Gavin!

So I'm watching shows like Gray's anatomy, Night Shift, House MD and Chicago MD. And if I'm correct you're EMS, right?

What's your opinion on these shows?

I totally don't have a video channel dedicated to reactions of terrible, terrible shows like that 😂

Third watch, Nightwatch, and Sirens are the only exceptions

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Chanting in the background: nightwatch! Nightwatch! Nightwatch!

So I'm watching shows like Gray's anatomy, Night Shift, House MD and Chicago MD. And if I'm correct you're EMS, right?

What's your opinion on these shows?

I totally don't have a video channel dedicated to reactions of terrible, terrible shows like that 😂

Third watch, Nightwatch, and Sirens are the only exceptions

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Oh my god right back at you 🥺

REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!

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Why did this endear me to Gavin even more?

After sending those ask, I now have the vivid pictures of Ashley putting the family through a spice eating contest? I wanna know who can handle their spice?

Hahaha Vera loves spicy food, and so does Tori. Gray says no thank you. Isaac eats spicy food, but in like a 'my mouth is on fire and I have tears streaming down my cheeks but I love this I promise aaaaah' kind of way.

Finn likes a little spice. Ellis likes spice but only to prove a point, like they are the one to take a shot of Tabasco because fuck the guy who said they couldn't. Sam, Edrissa, and Zachariah don't really like spice either. Gavin can take spice or not, just not too much please.

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Oh lord... uh I mean a bunch of really shit stories from when I was like 12. But other than that most of my drafts are active WIPs.

@quirkykayleetam @walkingchemicalfire

We should start a new tag game called "What's In Your Drafts That Will Never Get Finished"?

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The fact that Isaac and Gavin always end up together 😭

This fucking wrecked me

i have a question about this devastating thing you once wrote about how gavin’s parents not thinking he was a good son anymore when he started talking & saying Wrong Things 😰😰😰 what exactly was he saying “no” and “i don’t want to” about? in relation to the “stop hurting that man”, did gavin’s disappointing behavior have to do with not wanting to watch/being sad when playthings were hurt? i need to know 💔🥺💔 - newbornwhumperfly

@newbornwhumperfly whaaaaat? Noooo, it totally had nothing to do with Gavin seeing his parents hurt a plaything for the first time. He tooootally wasn't sobbing in the corner at the age of 5, terrified out of his mind, as his father cut someone open and invited him over to get close. His parents tooootally didn't tell him that there were two types of people in the world, Stormbecks and playthings, and he had to decide which one he was right now. He tooootally didn't cling to his mother with tears rolling down his cheeks as she pulled his hand forward and forced him to touch the cuts his father had made.

Why do you ask?