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Whumpee that wins prompts! I know we all love rescues and endless suffering, but I think there's something to be said about the reclamation of agency that comes with saving yourself.

Stealing and hiding a knife only to stab whumper to death while they're being nonconned.

Whumpee starts acting like they're broken to lure whumper into a false sense of security, and this time, it ~works.~

Personal assistant pet whumpee that gains whumper's trust and more importantly, access to whumper's bank accounts.

Whumpee that manages to get alone time with whumper's innocent family member and reveals what whumper is doing to them. Innocent family member is horrified and agrees to help.

Whumpee that gets rented out to whumper's friends, only to convince one of those friends, maybe one that's slightly more indulgent, slightly less good at remembering to keep whumpee under lock and key, that whumpee really should belong to them.

Whumper that forgets to lock the cage one night.

Whumper that likes to talk while torturing whumpee, revealing things about their past that whumpee later uses against them.

Whumpee whose friends find them already having turned the table, they ask what took their friends so long as they're just about to go wash whumper's blood off their hands.

Domestic pet whumpee poisoning whumper.

Whumpee that knows they aren't going to make it out of here alive-- but isn't going to let whumper make it out either.

Whumpees that whumper tries to set against each other becoming secret allies instead, revealing their alliance to whumper only when they take an opportunity to kill them.

Two whumpees from different whumpers conspiring to set their whumpers against each other.

Temporarily freed whumpee getting in touch with a more permanently freed whumpee to learn whumper's secret weakness.

Whumpee blackmailing whumper.

Whumpee that turns their guards against whumper.

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Sunday Red Room game P2 on Twitter🪽IM SORRY ABOUT THE GRAPHIC DESIGN… I think tumblr will allow the full pic? CROSS YOUR FINGERS

Participate here!

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Sunday Red Room game pt3 🚬 We strung him up and stapled his peanits wings (so sad)

Hit the goals on Twitter to BURN HIM!

Full here!

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false god

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Happy Devil's Night!!

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yeah. he is.

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Upgraded Restraints by basementmf

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Hush

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[from @shes-some-other-where]

For the whumpy art requests!!

[please delete if this is not your thing!]

sad prisoner man chained to a pole wrapped in barbed wire?

snippet 1

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Super Quick Sad Prisoner Man Sketch!

But lighting makes it seem like He Is being burnt at the stake

Hope you enjoy

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Disobedient dogs who try to run

Prompt: “You thought you could get away with this?”

Contains: failed escape (aftermath), prison, barbed wire, exposure (implied)

“You stupid bastard.” The chief overseer chuckled, gaze alight with burgeoning pleasure at the prospect of fresh, brutal punishment. “You thought you could get away with this? You? Really? You really thought you could escape?”

The prisoner writhed in his chains. Took a boot to his back. Fell still.

“String him up over there,” said the overseer, pointing. “Let’s learn what happens to disobedient dogs who try to run.”

A tall wooden pole, hung with metal chains and wreathed in barbed wire.

He screamed, skin torn open and shredded as he was slammed against the pole and chained in place.

Want to see what this scene might look like? Check out some art here.

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Earning Your Keep, Part 2 

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Hi everyone, here we are, squeezing in a chapter about the boy before OC week. Thank you to my beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for giving this a look and helping it become the chapter it is today!

TW/CW: not really any that I could think of? I mean, there are some misunderstandings and some misconceptions due to whump aftermath/recovery stuff, but nothing too terribly triggering, I think.

When he got home, Cade did a little spin in the middle of the living room with his arms outstretched and a relieved smile on his face. “I know I don’t appreciate you two enough, but thank you! It’s just so much nicer in here when it’s clean,” he sighed happily.

“You’re welcome, and thanks for doing the dishes. I was dreading coming home to scrub that mountain of dishes all day, but now it’s awesome that I can just start cooking,” Eric agreed.

It wasn’t like he, Vik, and Cade had lived in squalor before, but, as three working professionals who did not have much personal time, it was a challenge to keep the house clean. Ever since Khaled came along though, everyone had been stepping up their game: the dishes were always washed and put away, the carpet was two shades lighter than anyone remembered it being, the bathroom counters and mirrors sparkled, and their laundry would never have time to accumulate in the hamper/on the floor before being whisked away to the basement washer and dryer. And sure, it was a little weird, how Vik and/or Cade would fold Eric’s clean clothes and pile them neatly at the foot of his bed, which was now made, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Hell, one of the guys dusted off his anime figurines, a project Eric had been putting off for months!

“I’m honestly impressed how well you’re both doing at keeping things tidy,” Vik congratulated. Cade staggered mid-spin as his socks lost friction with the wooden floor. Vik rushed to catch him just in time. “Although, I do think the floor polish is a bit much, as was the bleach on the shower tiles,” he added.

“Wasn’t me who bleached the bathroom,” Cade said, reorienting himself from Vik’s grasp. “You know I can’t stand harsh chemical smells!”

“Wasn’t me either,” Eric said, brow furrowing in confusion. “And I didn’t polish the floors.” Come to think of it… Eric frowned slightly. “Which one of you did the dishes anyway?”

Cade and Vikash both looked at each other, before staring back at Eric in quiet confusion.

“Neither of you?” Eric asked, as something close to guilt began to knot inside of him.

“Well, no…” Vikash admitted. “And I’m guessing now that neither of you reorganized my bookshelf.”

Cade shook his head. “And I know neither of you would’ve wiped my babies’ glass crystal clear,” he said, referring to his angelfish tank in his room.

“Then…”

“…who…”

“…did all this?”

They all came to the same conclusion around the same time. Their unseen help around the house was asleep, taking a long nap after a follow-up appointment at Joyous Springs.

“God damn it, Khaled,” Vik groaned.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Cade said at the same time, light brown eyes widening.

“Well, he is the only one amongst us without money, a job, or any way of securing either anytime soon,” Eric sighed, shaking his head. “It makes the most sense. I mean, what on earth does he do all day, besides going to the gym with Vik or going to and from therapy with me?”

Cade hummed thoughtfully. “I never thought to ask,” he answered truthfully. “Even when I do have the time to check in on him, I usually just send him a ‘how you doing/have you eaten yet?’ text and been done with it.”

Vik rolled his eyes. “We’ve been letting him clean our house for free for nearly a month now?”

“He’s been doing a hell of a good job of it,” Cade muttered.

Eric could also acknowledge it was nice to have their newest roommate help them out in some capacity. However, it also felt as if he were taking advantage of Khaled, and it just didn’t sit well with him. “Let me talk to him, tomorrow, when I’m off work,” Eric proposed. “I’ll clear up any misunderstandings he may carry.”

And that’s what Eric did, the next day, loitering around the kitchen as Khaled scrubbed away at the stove with a disused kitchen sponge.

 “Shouldn’t you be recording your Twitch stream right now?” Khaled asked.

“It can wait, and besides, I thought you might appreciate the company!” Eric answered. He squatted next to the cupboard under the sink and retrieved another pair of pink rubber gloves. “Now, what can I help with?”

Khaled looked up from where he was scrubbing. He blinked owlishly at him as if Eric had grown two heads. “Oh, um, it’s okay, I can do it on my own,” he murmured.

Eric slid next to Khaled as he snapped on the gloves. “It’ll go much faster if there is two of us, and the quicker we finish, the sooner you and I can get back to the stuff we want to do,” he said.

“But, this is what I want to do,” Khaled insisted. He looked down at his hands, avoiding Eric’s gaze as he scrubbed the same spot over and over. “You can go back to your game if you want, I don’t want to keep you from it,” he murmured.

“So, you want to scour the stovetop?”

Khaled nodded, though it wasn’t very convincing.

Eric pursed his lips, furrowing his brows in thought. “Thing is, I don’t believe you, dude. Nobody truly wants to scrub the stovetop, or vacuum the stairs, or dust each and every one of their roommate’s collectible figurines. So, tell me,” he implored, “why are you really cleaning our house?”

Khaled stopped scrubbing. He hung his head and drew in a shaky breath. The sponge in his grip strained under the slight rubbery creaking of his gloved fingers.

“Because I want to repay you, prove my worth to you,” he finally admitted.

Eric exhaled out his nose as he shook his head. Called it, he thought. Having his suspicions confirmed didn’t feel any better. “Oh, Khaled, no! Repay us?” Wait, no, more importantly… “Prove your worth to us?” Eric repeated. He wanted to slap whoever made Khaled feel like his worth was tied to what he could do for other people. “You don’t have to repay us, or ‘prove your worth,’ or whatever it is you think you’re doing, cleaning our house top to bottom,” Eric explained. “We certainly won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do, and I’ll be the first to admit your efforts have been greatly appreciated by all of us.” Khaled smiled shyly at the praise. Eric continued. “But don’t do it to ‘earn your keep.’ We would still keep you around even if you stopped doing it. You’re here because we want you to be here, don’t you see?”

Khaled’s smile dropped. “I-I don’t understand.” He wrung the sponge between his fingers. “Why are you guys being so nice to me if I can’t give you something in return?”

Forget slaps; Eric wanted to strangle whoever messed Khaled up this badly. However, anger towards those faceless entities wouldn’t help him right now. “Cause it’s the right thing to do? Cause we’re nice people? Cause we believe you can pick your life back up and live free like the rest of us? Take your pick,” Eric chuckled, giving him an encouraging nudge. “Let’s take a break, okay?” He gently pried the sponge from Khaled’s fingers and set it aside. He peeled off his gloves, smiling as Khaled mirrored his actions. “There’s a new co-op I’d like to try, and I need a player two!” Khaled got the hint.

When Vik and Cade came home that day, they were surprised to find the stove half-scrubbed and unwashed dishes in the sink. From the thin ceiling leading upstairs they could hear Eric’s Twitch stream ending.

“Thanks for tuning in everyone, this has been Light Moon–”

“And Bakhsh-Boy,” Khaled chimed in.

“–let us know if you want to see more collabs like this in the future, but until then, have a good night!”

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20 Subtle Ways a Character Shows They're Not Okay (But Won’t Say It)

(For the emotionally repressed, the quiet imploders, the “I’m fine” liars.)

✧ Cancels plans they were excited for.

✧ Sleeps too much—or barely at all.

✧ Snaps at tiny things, then immediately regrets it.

✧ Can’t stand silence, suddenly always has noise on.

✧ Dresses in oversized clothes to hide their body.

✧ Laughs too loudly. Smiles too tightly.

✧ Picks at their nails, lips, or skin.

✧ Constantly checks their phone, even though no one is texting.

✧ Stops answering messages altogether.

✧ Forgets to eat—or pretends they already did.

✧ Eyes scan the room like they’re waiting for something bad.

✧ Overcommits. Can’t say no. Burns out quietly.

✧ Stops doing the things they love “just because.”

✧ Apologizes too often.

✧ Avoids mirrors.

✧ Can’t sit still—but won’t go outside.

✧ Says “I’m tired” instead of “I’m hurting.”

✧ Tries to clean everything when their life feels out of control.

✧ Uses sarcasm as armor.

✧ Hugs people just a second too long—and then acts like nothing happened.

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Boonboomger Ep 37

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JOHNNY BERCHTOLD as RICHARD BECK REACHER, 3.08 "Unfinished Business"

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Trent Reznor behind the scenes of Closer

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