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“Cut me into pieces: gold cage, hostage to my feelings, back against the wall.”

Trope examples: gilded cage, dolled up whumpee, pet whump

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“You needed me, but you needed drugs more, and I couldn’t watch it happen.”

Trope example: drugging

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Personal note: I apologize for the late post. I’m dogsitting at the moment and he won’t sleep through the night.

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“We thought a cure would come through in time; now, i fear it won’t.”

Trope examples: sickness, lethal illness

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Cruel Summer Whump Day 22

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 23 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain"

How I interpreted it: very literal to the prompt, Ranboo wanting comfort, Teagon wanting to hurt him

TWs: referenced child abuse, intimate whump, sadism, dehumanisation, suffocation, crushing, mentioned: drugging; beating; spanking (non-sexual) and stress positions

Words: 702

In Teagon's defense, he didn't always set out with the intention to hurt Ranboo.

Sometimes, he'd genuinely forget that the boy was far more fragile than, for instance, Tommy, that he couldn't withstand the same sort of rough affection that Teagon had with his actual children. He didn't usually apologise for unintentional pain, though - it wouldn't do for his pet to start thinking he was hard done by or anything. Ranboo only received verbal apologies on rare occasions, most of Teagon's behaviour being made up for with gentler affection and treats.

Accidental pain was rare, however, and Teagon would grin and openly admit that he enjoyed hurting Ranboo. There was something so intoxicating in watching his precious bunny try and hold back tears and whimpers, face going red and body shaking with the force of his silence. Pushing and pushing until he hit his limit and shattered, breaking down into helpless sobs as he writhed away from the pain.

Teagon enjoyed rigging his games - the usual rules were either no tears or no noise, and while on the surface, seemed to rely just on Ranboo's self control, it really wasn't fair when you were playing against an opponent with unlimited time and resources, and who was actively interested in making you lose.

Punishments for losing could be anything from a good old fashioned spanking, how naughty children had been treated for centuries, to something a little meaner, such as a stress position or a light whipping. Sometimes, though, when he didn't really feel like moving to enact proper punishment, he'd just use whatever was at hand.

Such as this moment in time.

Ranboo had come to him first, had snuggled up adorably to his side while Teagon was watching TV. His bunny was so sentimental, always begging for attention and affection, always so needy. The unspoken rule (Teagon loved unspoken rules, it made everyone else's job so much harder) was that Ranboo would sit first on the floor, where he belonged, and then whoever he was sat with would decide whether he was allowed up on the sofa.

Teagon was in a good mood, and so had tugged his bunny almost immediately up onto his lap, Ranboo melting the second that fingers started to trail through his hair.

The game started only when Teagon shifted positions, the afternoon sun making him drowsy. He'd stretched out fully across the sofa, encouraging Ranboo to lay down too, the seat wide enough for even his bulk to lay comfortably. He'd even been kind enough to leave the TV on, switched to some movie he vaguely recognised, so Ranboo wouldn't be bored if he wasn't ready to nap! It was only fair that he got to entertain himself until he drifted off too, however, and it was entirely Ranboo's fault that he'd lost the game so soon, squeaking only minutes after Teagon had started to put pressure onto his ribcage.

By this point, Teagon was half-asleep already, barely awake enough to hear that Ranboo had lost at all, and had no desire to stand up and think of something to punish him with.

So he did the next best thing, grabbing Ranboo and rolling in one smooth motion, tucking the boy neatly under him, so that Ranboo's head was tucked into the side of his neck, and the rest of him was utterly crushed.

Teagon could feel the panic, immediate and sharp, lungs fluttering and chest heaving as Ranboo tried desperately to take a full breath which would never come. It wouldn't kill him, if anything, Teagon's power would alert him if the boy was truly suffocating, but it would be highly uncomfortable until he decided to move.

Once he was settled, and Ranboo had stopped wriggling, Teagon was asleep within minutes.

(By the time he woke up, a few hours later, in the early evening, Ranboo had passed out entirely, face pale, eyes crusted with tears, and lungs struggling valiantly in his unconscious state. Shut down to conserve oxygen, Teagon assumed, fondly running his finger down the boy's cheek. He'd carry him to bed in a moment, drug him up and let him sleep the rest of the night. Teagon wasn't a monster, after all.)

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“He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain.”

Trope examples: whumper x whumpee

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“I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

Trope examples: psych ward, asylum, experimentation, labs

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Cruel Summer Whump: Day 20

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 21 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "Tell me that you're still mine"

How I interpreted it: manipulating someone to come back to you after you've hurt them

TWs: violence, beating, alcohol

Words: 590

Ranboo looked terrified.

Cowering away behind his hands, curled into the tightest corner of the room, shaking like a leaf. Hiding from Teagon.

He'd lost his temper again. Not with Ranboo, for once - it had been a bad day in general, full of blundering idiots, expensive mistakes and no time to waste on taking a break and calming down. He'd gotten home, pissed as fuck with everything, gone to find something to drink, and been halfway to the couch with an open beer when he'd collided headfirst with a small figure, knocking Ranboo to the floor and sending the alcohol spilling across the carpet.

It was no big deal, technically - he'd been the one looking at his phone instead of watching where he was going, the cleaners would get the stain out of the carpet, and they had a dozen beers in the fridge.

Most days, he'd clip Ranboo around the head and send him to fetch another drink, and forget about the incident until Phil came in squawking about his nice, cream carpet being ruined again.

Today, he'd had just about enough, and had laid into the kid until he was screaming, blind rage behind his eyes as he hit, and hit, and hit, until he was feeling moderately better and Ranboo had gone limp. He'd flung the kid against a wall, let him shuffle into the corner to cry and stain the carpet red, and had stalked off to go get his drink.

Kris hadn't looked particularly pleased when he passed her in the kitchen, clearly knowing that this hadn't been a punishment, this had been a punching bag, and had told him in no uncertain terms that if Ranboo wasn't fixed and happy again within the next hour, he'd be the one on the ground. Apparently Tommy had been wanting to show him a film all week, and would be devastated if his friend was too upset to join.

Which meant Teagon had to go apologise.

Teagon hated apologising.

Ranboo peeked out through his hands like a startled deer, shaking harder as Teagon approached again, and he sighed heavily.

"I'm not going to hurt you, bunny." he rumbled lowly, crouching down a couple of meters away, "I'm- I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have done that."

Ranboo startled in surprise, hands dropping a little with the shock, but he didn't uncurl from the corner, or lose the fear.

"Cmere, I'll fix you up, and then we can cuddle for a bit. We can put on one of your stupid Disney movies if you want."

He'd apologised, and now it was time for what he did best - bribery and manipulation.

Usually, Ranboo would crawl right back into his arms right about now, and Teagon would pat himself on the back, but it seemed that today, that would not work.

"You- you were mad." Ranboo whispered in a cracked voice, raspy from where Teagon had presumably bruised his throat, "I didn't- I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm sorry-"

"I know you're sorry, baby, I forgive you."

Hook, line.

"Do you promise?"

"Cross my heart. I'll get you some ice cream for your throat too."

And sinker.

Ranboo shuffled cautiously across the carpet, squeaking when Teagon leaned forward to grab him bodily. He was tense for a moment, presumably waiting for Teagon to snap again, before he finally relaxed, sniffling quietly.

"There we go bunny." he murmured, picking Ranboo up in a bridal carry, "You're my good boy, aren't you?"

Ranboo nodded, head pressed against his chest. "Yours."

"Mine."

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Cruel Summer Whump: Day 19

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 20 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "Check the pulse and come back swearing it't the same after three months in the grave, and then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you, but all I felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame"

How I interpreted it: killing someone you love

TWs: death/murder, strangulation

Words: 404

Teagon hadn't meant to kill him.

He swore that he hadn't, swore that he'd just been angry, blinded with rage, swore that he hadn't realised Ranboo's heart had stopped beating until he was lying limp in his arms, hand-print shaped bruises blooming beautifully on his throat.

He was so peaceful in death. There was nothing on his face to show his last, terrified moments, aside from the blood-shot whites of his eyes, nothing to indicate he was anything but asleep.

He'd been gone for so long.

Two and a half years. Two and a half years of searching, of calling in favors, of chasing ghosts. Of automatically leaning a hand down to brush through soft curls, only to collide with nothing but empty air. Of seeing pretty trinkets and little gifts, and having his first thought be "Ranboo would like that".

Two and a half years of anger, of pacing hallways and shooting down unfortunate employees. Punching walls and snarling at every report that turned up nothing.

Ranboo was just… gone. Disappeared. Like a ghost.

He couldn't- he couldn't quite remember how they'd found him. It slipped his mind, memories twisting confusingly when he tried to tug at them. But they had, they'd gotten him back, and then his bunny had been in his arms after so long, just as small and fragile as Teagon remembered.

Ranboo hadn't spoken, just trembled and clung tightly to Teagon's neck, burying his face in his shirt.

He hadn't fought when Teagon's hands had stopped caressing his back, rubbing slow circles as he whispered how much he'd missed him, hadn't tried to escape the strangling hands that promised that Ranboo would never leave him again.

He'd just meant to teach him a lesson… he'd just wanted Ranboo to hurt as much as he'd hurt.

And then he wasn't moving at all, lifeless in Teagon's arms, the faintest smile on his face. Freedom, after all this time. Permanent freedom.

Freedom from-

Teagon jolted awake on his own accord, dead silent as ever, but a few shameful tears sliding out. He'd long since perfected waking up from nightmares without disturbing his partners, and rolled carefully off the sheets, padding to the bathroom. He avoided eye contact with the mirror while he splashed a handful of water across his face, rubbing the corners of his eyes.

Maybe he needed to start on sleeping pills. These fucking dreams were driving him insane.

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Cruel Summer Whump: Day 18

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 19 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "My spine split from carrying us up the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill"

How I interpreted it: being sick after exposure to the wet and cold

TWs: sickness, fever, implied peer pressure, being left alone while sick

Words: 262

Ranboo felt awful.

Curled up shuddering in his bed, coughs wracking his frame, throat too swollen to swallow, and a fever raging through his system, dripping sweat onto the sheets even while he froze to death.

It wasn't Tommy's fault, really, that he'd fallen into the lake. Ranboo had been the one to actually step onto it, the frozen water holding his weight. Tommy had slid after him, cackling with joy as he spun, taunting and teasing Ranboo for being too scared to go any further. He couldn't have known that the spot Ranboo was stepping on was weaker than his bit - Tommy's ice had been solid, there hadn't been malicious intent when the ground beneath Ranboo had given way and plunged him into icy waters.

He'd caught himself on the way down, stuck out his arms in a blind panic, nothing on his mind but not going under. Tommy had approached carefully, wiggling flat on his belly, and together, they'd pulled him up and out, sliding back to shore.

Ranboo had been shuddering before they'd reached the house, the bitter wind biting deep into his bones, and within the hour, wrapped in piles of towels and blankets, it was clear that he was sick.

Teagon had fussed over him last night, dosing him up on meds, tucking him in carefully and ensuring he was comfortable, but he'd been left alone this morning. Too weak to get out of bed, too sick to even reach for his phone, he shuddered in silent misery and prayed that sleep would take him again soon.

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“Crescent moon, coast is clear, spring breaks loose, but so does fear: he’s gonna burn this house to the ground.”

Trope examples: stockholm syndrome, escape, carewhumper, arson

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“Check the pulse and come back swearin’ it’s the same after three months in the grave, and then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you, but all I felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame.”

Trope examples: near-death, death

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“My spine split from carrying us up the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill.”

Trope examples: fever, escape

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“Did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on, tell me I was the chosen one, show me that this world is bigger than us - then sent me back where I came from?”

Trope examples: sci-fi, alien abduction, experimentation, stockholm syndrome

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“Now I seem to be scared to go outside, if comfort is a construct, I don’t believe in good luck now that I know what’s what.”

Trope examples: scared animal whumpee, aftermath of experimentation or torture, shaky recovery

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“Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain.”

Trope examples: brainwashing, drugging, fever

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Cruel Summer Whump: Day 14

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 15 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "Well, he was running after us, I was screaming 'go, go, go"

How I interpreted it: being chased

TWs: violence, being chased, death

Words: 536

This was a nightmare. This was a genuine, real life, nightmare, the sort where no matter how fast you ran, you were always slower than the monsters, and you couldn't quite think clearly enough to come up with any sort of plan better than 'fucking run'.

They hadn't been supposed to come out this far on patrol - they were meant to stay in the Upper, he, Leah, Fred and Purpled, out on what was supposed to be a casual walk-around. It reassured the public, these daylight patrols, that the Heroes were doing everything they could to keep the populace safe, that they could be trusted. Blatant propaganda, but if it was a choice between protesting against a corrupt system by himself and getting some actual freedom, Tubbo was slightly ashamed to say he'd pick freedom every time.

He was bummed that Ranboo couldn't come out with them, since he still needed a registered Hero to patrol with, but he still had three of his friends by his side, leaping from rooftop to rooftop and cackling like lunatics.

It had been Leah's idea to head over to the Lower - they had free reign over the rooftops down there, more interesting architecture to leap between, and they might actually get to stop a crime in action! Maybe even a Villain or two!

And then Gore had shown up.

Gore.

Fucking. Gore.

Of all the Villains to encounter in the wild, they had met Gore!

And now they were scattered, running as fast as they could back to the river, to cross the bridge back to the Upper City. Gore hadn't been alone, a handful of Syndicate Villains on his six, two for each HIT, and now Tubbo was running for quite literally his life. They weren't equipped to fight the Syndicate alone yet - they weren't even supposed to engage with minor Villains without a proper Hero present, the most they did was report activity and stop casual petty criminals until the police could show up.

Tubbo had been incredibly relieved that Gore had not gone after him, and then had been struck with immense guilt about the fact that he was happy that one of his friends was being chased down by one of the most notorious Villains alive.

He risked a look behind him- only to find one of the Villains right behind him, cackling like a madman. Tubbo shrieked, a high pitched noise that sent birds flapping up from nearby rooftops, and doubled his pace, getting some distance between them.

Even once he got onto the bridge, and the Villains tailed off at the sight of border control, not wanting a full scale battle today, he didn't stop running until he reached the Hero Tower, flying in through the rooftop entrance and screaming for Puffy, or the Warden, or his Dad, or someone-

He wasn't the first one back - Purpled had slipped away easier than him, and Fred diverted through Las Nevadas to shake them off his tail. They were just waiting for Leah, now, spilling the entire story to a stony-faced Warden, talking over each other in their panic.

Leah didn't make it back until the following evening.

Or rather… what was left of her.

sorry drista... you got horrible murdered and partially eaten by a cannibal

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Cruel Summer Whump: Day 13

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Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 14 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt: "Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red"

How I interpreted it: literal translation

TWs: child abuse, intimate whump, blood, implied torture

Words: 522

The photos were a guilty pleasure.

Well- not guilty in the traditional sense, since Teagon felt so little guilt about what he did, but they certainly were an indulgence, something to treat himself to.

There was something so satisfying about having lasting evidence of his ministrations. Even when the bruises faded and the scars were smoothed over, he could look back over everything he'd done, could flick through years worth of blood and straining limbs and tear-stained cheeks.

It was a little ritual, now, for him and Ranboo to sit down once a month and sort through the latest pile of photos. It served more than just putting the albums together - it was delightful how uncomfortable his bunny got at the sight of his own torment. His face would flush red, his shoulders would curl inwards, and he'd squirm away, like he could escape from his own hollow eyes and the memory of pain.

Teagon drummed his fingers steadily against Ranboo's thigh, from where the boy was sat carefully on his lap, both of them leaning across a table scattered with developed photos.

They were sorting them into three piles - the best into albums, the bad into the trash, and the ones in between into large folders. Teagon mostly let Ranboo work by himself, since the kid was well-versed into what he considered good, only occasionally pointing out ones which he disagreed with their placement.

There was a good mix this month, he nodded to himself - a solid mix between planned photoshoots, which he could go a little rougher in, and candid shots taken during general punishments or just around the house. Teagon plucked one of the latter out with a quiet "awh", placing it on the side for Kristen later. It was one of Tommy and Ranboo together, cuddled up on the carpet of the living room where they'd clearly fallen asleep the night before. Tommy considered himself too old for photos now, and would only sit still for them on special occasions, so to have such a sweet one of the two of them was endearing. Maybe he should try and get Tommy interested in being on the other side of the camera, Teagon mused - he could help with Ranboo sometimes. He could always do with an extra pair of hands to tie knots and ensure that nothing smudged or smeared if Ranboo ended up thrashing.

It took a moment to register that Ranboo's hands had stopped sifting through the pile, and another to realise that he'd finished.

Pale eyes met his when the boy shifted to turn, a questioning look in mismatched green and red.

"Good job bunny," Teagon said easily, "I'll go get the album, then you can add them all and label them."

Ranboo gave him a small smile, which faded the second he turned back to the pile, seeing his own face in stark shades of terror, pain and misery. Teagon's own smile only grew, and he pressed a brief kiss into white curls before he stood, hoisting Ranboo up with him before sliding him back onto the chair.

He was already planning the next session.