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I'm obsessed with the idea of a sick whumpee being so tired and miserable that they just start sobbing. They can't even explain to caretaker what's wrong because they're so out of it, so caretaker is just left to trial and error.

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quick important post. this isn’t my usual type of stuff but im putting this out here for awareness.

there’s someone in the whump community who’s recently been gaining some traction. their posts haven’t really gotten super popular but they have circulated a bit and keep popping up on my page. youve probably seen them yourself if you’re a member of this community.

I never really interacted with their content just because realism in whump art isn’t my personal cup of tea (obviously if it’s yours, that’s fine and keep doing your thing, that’s not what this post is about), but a friend of mine decided to look a little bit further into things. it turns out this user has a history of using ai for writing, and seems to have a pro-generative ai stance.

they also use ai for all of their “art” (screenshots from a friend). even after being made aware of the harm that ai does, they have said that they will continue to use it.

this has been pointed out before by a few other people in the community, but I wanted to make a post for more reach since a lot of bigger names in the community who have denounced ai have been spreading around this content without knowing.

i know i’m kind of preaching to the choir but generative ai should not be tolerated in a space like this. the whump community was founded by fanfiction writers— the same fanfiction writers who are having their work scraped for generative ai without their permission or knowledge. generative ai has done so much harm to fandom spaces this year alone, and with the recent scrape of ao3, we should be fighting harder against it. allowing this to remain unchecked in this community is dangerous.

that, combined with the real harm generative ai does, makes this very kind of content go against the fundamental beliefs and morals of the whump community. i know i can’t speak for the community as a whole, but i have not found a single member here who would knowingly endorse generative ai. it just feels incredibly shitty for this person to not even mention that this work is ai (except for the one post included above). with how much effort and emotion people put into their stories and art, using ai to try and replicate that comes off as just incredibly distasteful.

the forbes article linked above to water consumption and ai isn’t even the only example i can think of when it comes to the harm ai’s done. if the whole “destroying the planet”, and “scraping work from artists, writers, and animators without consent” wasn’t enough for you, then i honest to god don’t know what will be. maybe the many, many accounts of ai being used to allow people to spread child pornography and irl gore videos of horrific events? it’s not harmless. it’s immoral on a fundamental level. in a world where ai is being shoved into people’s faces left and right with the integration of it into basically every corner of the internet, i think i can speak for us all when i say we want to keep this corner ai-free.

ai does not belong in creative spaces, least of all the whump community.

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured

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haii!!

kunikida anon here again (the one who asked for the hcs..)

I LOVED THEM SO MUCH. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH I LOVED THEM????

speaking of; do you maaybe think you could post anything abt kunikida… hcs, art, literally just thoughs, i dont care. i love him sm and you are literally blessing me 🤤💕💕

(you can take ur time ofc, i will wait as long as u need !! )

"Dude, go home."

HELLO KUNIKIDA ANON!! i decided to use this opportunity to get over my art block. i used one of the prompts that @sickficideas gave me :3 thank you for the ask i love kunikida hes my wife trust

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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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a character fainting in the middle of being lectured by their captain for something they did wrong, both worrying them and explaining why they'd made the mistake in the first place, is soooooo good

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nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

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I love the image of a sickie sitting on the floor by a radiator, trying to stay warm. It’s the warmest spot in the room, so they huddle up next to it with some blankets, holding their hands out in front of it like it’s a campfire. The floor is cold and not very comfortable, but this is the best (or only) source of heat they have access to. Their caretaker later finds them asleep and shivering in the little nest of blankets they’d built, still trying to soak up as much heat as they can.

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The only thing being "locked in" is you in the torture dungeon

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Whumpril - Day 1:

Hugs 🫂

I wrote this at work and did not proofread 🫶 No ongoing series that it's a part of - just the Team as Family dynamic that I love to eat up. Threw in some magical exhaustion and the whole wip kinda got away from me. Event details at @whumpril

The mission ended as quickly as it started. The team had been tasked with evacuating a warehouse full of of workers after a threat to the company. Grunt work - as Leader would call it; a punishment for a mission that had resulted in too much property damage.

The warehouse was not supposed to be a target - but the office-building attached where higher level employees worked. This turned out not to be true, as the ground shook beneath them in the Warehouse, the pipes and rafters high above their heads groaning.

Paladin winced, tracking the ceiling for weak spots. At this point they had evacuated ⅔ of the warehouse floor - but the employees left inside either had mobility concerns or had initially not wanted to leave. They all looked at different team members for support, and Paladin saw an older woman clutching the wrist of Mage. Mage’s eyebrows were furrowed as he softly comforted her.

Leader broke the stillness by restarting the evacuation with a new rigor. They had almost everyone out when the ceiling caved in with a loud BANG, long pillars and pipes and sheet metal crashing down towards them. Paladin didn't even have a chance to react before the destruction hit an invisible force, falling around them in an oval with Mage at the center, palms flat as his arms shook to hold the weight.

“Let's move!” Leader snapped from the door, his eyes flicking to Mage before directing a look at Paladin that looked like Watch Him before darting off, presumably to meet up with Archer and track down the source of the explosion. Paladin rushed the rest of the people out the double doors before turning to Mage. He was sweating bullets, and there was a sense of static around him that made Paladin afraid to touch his skin. Paladin instead grabbed Mage's sleeve and slowly backed out of the warehouse, Mage never breaking his focus of keeping the bubble over their head. As he stepped outside the warehouse, he saw Mage’s shield falter and impulsively yanked his sleeve, pulling him to his chest and stumbling outside as the rubble rained down where they'd just been standing.

Paladin looked around, counting heads and finding all the warehouse workers accounted for. A sense of giddy triumph filled him, as it always did at a successful rescue. He whooped and, in a moment of pure adrenaline, Paladin crushed Mage into a tight hug, laughing semi-hysterically at the close call. Mage tentatively returned the hug but made a surprised sound as Paladin lifted him off the ground and spun him, their difference in stature apparent.

“You were amazing!” Paladin laughed, letting Mage’s feet touch the ground again. “I can't believe you were able to - are you alright?” He stopped, realizing Mage was still hugging him, his arms wrapped over Paladin’s shoulders tightly. Paladin felt a pulse of worry run through him, as Mage was probably the least touchy member of their team, not including Tech who hissed at any contact like they'd been burned.

With their height difference, Paladin felt Mage nod against his collar bone. He loosened his grip on Mage to try to pull back and look at his face, but as soon as he let go Mage’s weight against him increased to the point where he circled his arms around his waist again, holding him up.

“Whoa!” Paladin gasped as Mage’s arms around his neck fell loosely to his sides, the only thing keeping him from succumbing to gravity being the tight arms around his waist. “Mage - shit.” Paladin got a look at Mage’s face, which was stark white and drained of all color, his almost unreal-looking eyes shut as if he was sleeping. Paladin swore again and looked around, seeing a number of wide-eyed civilians staring back at him. “Everything's okay!” He called out as he adjusted his grip on his friend, slowly maneuvering him to the ground. He just had to figure out how to get Mage to Tech’s van. “Everyone report to emergency services - on the other side of the office building.”

Most of the civilians started off that way as he debated the best way to lift his friend. He felt a hand on his shoulder and the elderly woman that Mage had been consoling inside stood above him, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “He’ll be fine." He told the woman, a tight smile on his lips. “He overdid it. It happens sometimes.” He doesn't say that it's been years since Mage last dealt with magical exhaustion, that the team hadn't even considered the possibility of it coming back with such a vengeance. The woman nodded tentatively, before patting his shoulder and walking away.

Paladin turned his attention back to Mage. His head rested on Paladins shoulder, his breathing shallow and legs bent at an awkward angle from the way Paladin had lowered him down. Paladin sighed and curled his arm under Mage’s legs, his other arm supporting his back, as he struggled to stand with the extra weight. Mage may have been smaller than him, but he was in no way light. Paladin huffed and looked down at Mage, his eyes fluttering now but glassy, like he was struggling to come out of it. Paladin squeezed him tighter, guilt eating him for not getting everyone out faster so he wouldn't be so drained. Mage was due for another Paladin hug when he recovered from this.

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B has been feeling a little weird all day. A little shivery, a little tired, a little achey, starting to get sniffly, but overall okay. They don’t feel sick per se, just a little off.

Cut to B having a little movie night with their partner A, who is cradling B’s head in their lap. A is carding softly through their hair as they feel B’s breathing start to grow deeper and slower. They smile and move their fingers down towards B’s eyes, only to brush their forehead and stop. Is it just them, or is B feeling a little warm? They move their hand to B’s cheek, their other cupping the nape of their neck.

“You feeling okay? You feel really warm,” A asked, feeling B roll a little bit in their lap.

B mumbled something before burying their hot face deeper into the blankets and sniffling liquidly.

“Aw honey, let me get you some Tylenol so you can get some rest.”

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you ever accidentally make a guy that's so fun to beat up?

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sluttiest thing a man can do is pass out from pain

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Two days into laboring in his bathtub, and Dan Heng is ready to call for help. The warm water makes it easier on him as he struggles to sit up and reach for his phone on the tray. (How Pom-Pom managed to procure bathrobes actually meant for bathing and a full-body cushion for him to lay on in the tub, he doesn’t know but he will forever be grateful.) Another contraction makes him pause with a hiss, a hand holding his swollen belly as he tries to push but, once again, no progress.

Knock knock. “Dan Heng?” Oh, thank the stars, he doesn’t need his phone after all. Welt cracks open the door. “Can I come in?”

Dan Heng rasps, “Please.”

The other man quickly slips in and closes the door behind him. “How are you feeling?”

Dan Heng takes the hand offered to him and tries to lighten the mood. “Like I’m squeezing out a melon…!”

That gets a chuckle from Welt, before his smile reverts to a frown when a cramp makes Dan Heng groan. “We’re back at the Luofu. Lingsha’s on her way.”

“Okay…”

“Do you want me to get in with you?”

Dan Heng wordlessly points at the rack where there are spare robes, and within a minute Welt is climbing into the tub, pulling the other occupant to rest comfortably against his chest.

“How—” Another cramp, another pained moan. “How long until…?”

“About half an hour.” A larger hand rubs circles on his belly and, maybe it doesn’t soothe the pain, but it is a bit more bearable. “Keep breathing.”

Dan Heng has spent the past two days breathing. He can feel it, the egg just sitting right there, heavy and stuck at a certain point in his womb; but no matter how much he pushes it just. Won’t. Budge. Why? Why won’t it move?

A whimper escapes him alongside another contraction. Welt gently shushes him and murmurs encouragement. “You’re doing great. It won’t be long now…”

Loud footsteps and murmuring outside is the only cue Dan Heng hears before Lingsha and a couple other Vidyadhara (Yuluo and Yueyuan) enter the bathroom with their equipment. “How is he?” she asks hurriedly.

“Egg-bound,” Welt replies for him. “He’s been like this for two days.”

Lingsha wastes no time joining them in the tub in front of Dan Heng, and the latter jolts at the former’s fingers suddenly sliding into his birth canal, blood leaking out and faintly staining the water red. “Sorry, sorry…!” Her frown deepens when she reaches his cervix, holding her fingers in place for a moment. “Thought so. His body is trying to push the egg out, but he’s not dilated enough. Yueyuan, can you attach the heart monitor? Yuluo, that medication I prepared earlier is in the white gourd. And get the other one ready—”

Dan Heng accepts the spoonful into his mouth, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue as he is forced to wait for another few hours, listening to the steady beep, beep, beep from the heart monitor as he feels the egg shift slightly. He spreads his legs wider for Lingsha to reach in easier, still flinching at the intrusion as she feels for his cervix again. “Okay, he’s good to start pushing now. The dose he’ll take will make the contractions stronger.”

Wait, what? It’ll make the contractions stronger? Dan Heng swallows nervously, his breathing betraying him as Welt grips his hands tight. “You’ll be alright, Dan Heng,” he whispers, “We’ve got you. You’ll be just fine. Deep breath.”

Dan Heng takes a deep breath and lets Yuluo give him the spoonful of ground herbs. “Try to relax,” Yuluo murmurs. “Focus on breathing and let your body do what it needs to.”

Within several minutes, the contractions gradually become more and more intense. Dan Heng tightens his grip on Welt’s hands as his breathing comes quicker and frantic, groans and whimpers turning into sobs as he pushes and pushes, head spinning and light from the sharp and throbbing ache.

It’s still moving too slowly.

“Mr. Yang— Ah, I’m sorry, Dan Heng, can you let go? Mr. Yang, can you massage him like this?” Lingsha takes Welt’s hands onto Dan Heng’s belly. “Gently now.”

“You mean like this?” He presses and moves his hands down, drawing a gasp and a hiss from Dan Heng.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Got it.”

Dan Heng is left shaking, gritting his teeth and tightly hugging a bath cushion (he needs to grab hold of something) as he pushes along with the contractions and Welt’s hands for another hour—

“Ah— Aaaaah—!?”

“It’s crowning! You’re almost there!”

Fresh tears slide down his face. His legs are held and locked into the stirrups Lingsha set on the sides of the tub to keep them from thrashing and accidentally kicking her. He wails at another contraction forcing the egg further out, stretching him far more than a few fingers ever could. “It—! It—burns…!”

“Dan Heng, breathe!” Yueyuan takes hold of one of his hands and squeezes, wiping his sweat away with a cold cloth. “You’re doing great. Keep pushing!”

His voice cracks with broken sobs. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. You can do this, Dan Heng.” Welt alternates between massaging and rubbing soothing circles into his heaving belly. “Not much more, now. Don’t give up.”

Dan Heng squeezes Yuluo’s hand and pushes. His hole is stretched so wide it rips a scream from him.

“Wait, waitwaitwait!” Lingsha lightly taps his leg several times. “Don’t push anymore! Stop pushing! Mr. Yang, you too!”

What? Now she wants him to stop pushing!? Yueyuan glances at her uncertainly. “Cauldron Master?”

“The egg is at its widest point and he can’t take much more. He’ll injure himself if he strains himself too much.” Lingsha lightly squeezes his ankle. “He’ll have to let his body do the rest of the work.”

Dan Heng sobs. “Please, just…pull it out… I need it out now…!”

Welt coos softly in his ear, “It’s halfway out. Not much more.”

“B—but…!” Another contraction, another cramp, only this time it doesn’t seem like the egg moved. Panic floods him, his breathing in harsh and fast pants.

“Dan Heng, I said not to push!”

“Dan Heng, you need to stop pushing.”

“Cauldron Master, his vitals—!”

“He’s panicking. Yuluo, get the incense!”

“Dan Heng, you need to calm down—”

A sharp pain pierces his rim.

“AAAAAH!!”

Lingsha winces, expression pained in sympathy. “Oh. Oh, Dan Heng. Where’s the plug in this tub— Ah, there it is.”

Welt tightens his hug around Dan Heng. “What’s wrong? What happened!?”

“He tore. We can’t get him out like this, we’ll just have to drain the water. Yuluo, can you get my tools?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Dan Heng closes his eyes, tired and dizzy, resisting the urge to push. He wants to rest. He can’t rest. His body won’t let him. “How…how much more— Aaah!”

The egg suddenly slides further out. “Yes, yes! Okay, you can push again! Mr. Yang—”

“On it.”

Dan Heng breathes and pushes. More. More…! “Lingsha… Please—!”

Lingsha places her hands on the egg and tugs. It comes out a few inches. “Keep pushing, you’re almost done!”

Welt braces his lower belly. “When you’re ready,” he murmurs.

Dan Heng swallows, gripping the cushion in his arms and pushes one last time, feeling the egg slide out the rest of the way as he screams.

“Yes! Perfect!” Lingsha passes the egg to Yueyuan.

Dan Heng slumps against Welt, fading in and out while listening to the man coo soft and sweet praises into his ear.

His legs are finally released from their hold, and he feels weightless as Welt scoops him up and carries him out of the bathroom and lays him onto a bed with fresh towels, after pulling off his soaked bathrobe.

Yuluo appears next to him with an oxygen mask. “You’ll need stitches for that tear, so, deep breaths like before, alright? Don’t worry about anything else.”

Dan Heng doesn’t have it in him to protest and lets her strap the mask to his face.

By the time Lingsha returns with her tools, Dan Heng is beginning to drift off into a deep sleep.

YOU GUYS FEED ME SO GOOD everyone I come back I have a whole ass feast waiting for me and I love you all so much!!!

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Imagining Akutagawa finally taking care of a sick Atsushi for once, thinking it’ll be no big deal, right? Akutagawa is sick all the time so surely, SURELY, he’d be a good caretaker? But the moment he says something even slightly rude Atsushi just starts sobbing😭

like the high fever is making him so sensitive that when Akutagawa literally just says smth like “why are you behaving like a fool?😒” Atsushi just starts crying his eyes out HSHSJSKKS

and it lowkey jump scares Akutagawa he’s like ??? Um…?? Sorry…?