#Bea's Whump Posts - Events

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Oswald's Torment AuguSnippets: Day #02 - Platonic Bathing

@augusnippets Contents: Living doll whumpee/non-human whumpee Wordcount: 265

Marissa sighed as she plucked the soaked toy off the ground. “David, honey? Didn’t Jess leave this doll outside?” She called, giving an almost pitying expression towards the messy albeit inanimate stuffy. Oswald was its name, or her name, as Jess insisted. She smiled slightly, remembering the way her daughter had refused any other name aside from it. Not much use in fighting a six year old on the name of a plush, however.

“Huh? Yeah, thought so,” her husband, David said, before shrugging. He went back to loading the dishwasher after a moment. Marissa sighed, heading to a bathroom. Oswald was hand washed only and with how thick the grime was, it’d need quite the scrubbing.

Plugging the drain, she filled the sink with warm water, gently dunking the plush lamb. She paid special attention to getting the muck from its braids. Marissa began to hum softly, beginning to lather a good amount of dish soap into the soft wool and felt. The water turned a brownish color as she washed the doll.

Marissa drained the water before thoroughly rinsing Oswald. She furrowed her brows when for a fraction of a second, she could see the doll smile slightly. It was just her imagination, of course, there was no other explanation for it. She was rougher as she wrung it to make absolutely sure it was dry.

“Mama, where’s Oswald!?” Came an upset screech from Jess’ room. Jess came running down the hall when she heard her mother call out. She snatched Oswald, holding her to her chest like the prized possession she was.

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Yuletide 2022 Letter

Hello writer,

Thank you for writing for me! I'm excited to be part of this exchange. I do have gifts open and am open to treats, so hit me if you feel so inclined. 👀

Fandoms, characters, and prompts are under the readmore!

17776

Worldbuilding

DNW: explicit sexual content, mundane AUs

The world of 17776 haunts me in the best possible way. I love all the characters, so feel free to include any/all you want, or focus on original characters in that world! How else are people coping with immortality? Have they (humans or space probes) made contact with aliens? What happened in the first few decades after the Event? There are so many angles you could explore with this premise - I'm so excited to see what you come up with.

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Malevolent (Podcast)

Arthur Lester, John (Malevolent)

DNW: rape/noncon, mundane AUs, death of requested characters (unless you're writing about the Dark World)

Feel free to include other characters as well! I love John and Arthur's dynamic - the forced intimacy of sharing a body and never being able to get away from each other really makes them something special. I love them as a ship, platonic, or even as life partners who don't really do labels.

I'm a big fan of hurt/comfort and whump. Whether they're some level of safe in a post-canon/canon-divergence situation and dealing with all the traumas they've accumulated, being freshly whumped and having to take care of (or put up with) each other, or anything in between - I love when they get hurt and come out the other side closer than ever. My favorite trope on the "trauma after everything" side is nightmares/night terrors, and my favorite trope on the harsher whump side is John being protective/possessive but feeling helpless while Arthur is seriously injured and possibly not fully conscious. Of course, feel free to use any other idea that comes to mind.

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Night in the Woods

Mae Borowski, Bea Santello

DNW: explicit sexual content, death of requested characters

Feel free to use other characters as well! I love the development of Mae's and Bea's friendship in the Bea route of the game - how neither of them realizes at first how much the other struggles and how their differences bring out unexpected sides of themselves. I'd love to see some post-canon for the Bea route, or even pre-canon for what their friendship looked like when they were younger.

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Oswald's Torment AuguSnippets: Day #03 - Thunderstorm

@augusnippets Contents: Living doll whumpee/non-human whumpee, environment whump Wordcount: 186

Lightning cracked the sky in two as clouds and shadows loomed over Oswald’s head. She limped along the stretch of road, gait wobbling on her leg and plastic support. Oswald winced at the feeling, remembering how the Nightmare had ripped into her.

It had practically herded her away from home, slowly stalking around her until she got lost deep in the woods. She knew she couldn’t go much further, not without rest.

Oswald found herself drifting, slowly swaying. She’d begun to wobble in more of a diagonal, heading deeper into the forest. The plush stumbled, tiredly crawling into a log, snuggling down into the moss. Thunder rumbled in the air, the sky lighting up every few minutes. She shivered, finding an odd sense of comfort as she watched the rain begin to pour, safely tucked in the long.

Hours passed, slowly ticking by as she rested, listening to the thunder. Oswald could occasionally hear the far away sound of a truck pass by on the road. Her fluffy filled body was saturated with water, but for now she was fine, listening to the storm and resting.

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Oswald's Torment AuguSnippets: Day #01 - Stalked (Bonus Prompt)

@augusnippets Contents: Living doll whumpee/non-human whumpee, non-human whumper and stalking/being hunted. Wordcount: 624 (Oops...)

“Little lamb, little lamb, oh where are you, little lamb?” A raspy voice called out to Oswald, causing her to flinch. Something had been following her for a while now, something that knew she wasn’t able to get away yet slowly stalked anyways.

Her little plastic heart pulsed loudly in her fluff filled chest. Oswald felt her small tail limply blow in the wind as she glanced behind her, embroidered eye searching for the source of the voice, but just as before, found no one.

She bleated out quietly in distress, the small plush doll’s pace quickened. It wouldn’t be enough to get away from anything that moved at even a normal walking pace. Her soft felt was wet with dew, cotton stuffing saturated. Oswald jumped and startled at every little sound, paranoid as the hours crawled by. A low cackle from her left, the crunch of fall leaves behind her, the snap of a twig from the darkness in front of her.

Oswald was prey, even if she was only a plush toy. Her wobbly little steps left her with a slow gait, easy pickings for anything that’d hunt her. She whimpered when she felt something breathe against her neck, however, when she turned around nothing was there.The plush doll was so close to home, all she had to do was get up those big steps and into the doggy door and she’d be safe. But it was so far for such a small, waterlogged lamb dolly to travel.

She flinched as she stumbled, letting out soft, drowned whimpers. Oswald’s purple braids tangled and got stuck in some muck and pebbles. It took her multiple minutes of tugging to get free, several threads close to fraying by that point. She pushed forward, finally reaching the steps that towered over her. Oswald lifted her long, slightly flimsy arms upwards, pawing at the edge of the stairs.

A clawed, black hand landed harshly next to her, causing the loamy earth to shudder under the pressure. She screamed from shock, scrambling wildly to get onto the step. Her screeching garnered more attention than she bargained for from the predator slowly stalking her. Oswald reached for the next stair, the strain pulling on the fibers of her limbs. This was just cruel of the wolf hunting her, it was right there yet not going in for the kill quite yet.

The plush doll knew it was only a matter of time before the beast did, however. Oswald would soon be crunched in its dark, slavering maw. She slipped, nearly losing all the progress she’d made up the deck stairs. Her heart clenched in that moment but she got her grip back.

Oswald’s pace quickened, small body trembling violently as she forced herself up another step. Splinters caught in her wool, little plastic hooves scraping against them. She soundlessly wailed in relief as she once again got unstuck, though some of her felt was torn. Another loud slam right next to Oswald sounded.

Hurriedly she pulled, pushed, and tugged herself up the steps, foaming at her embroidered mouth for safety. She flung herself onto the deck, releasing a sigh at the feeling of solid wood. That’s when the beast struck, jaws lunging for the plush. Barely dodging, Oswald rolled to the side, squeaking.

Oswald scampered to her hooves, rushing to slam through the doggy door. Falling to the floor, she bounced roughly on the kitchen tile. The wolf, a Nightmare in reality, shoved its face against the window, snarling. Its growls sounded like thunder cracking down on the fields.

Oswald stared up at it with all the defiance her little fluff filled body could muster. However, that didn’t stop her trembling or the fear festering within her.

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Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

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Thank you, @badthingshappenbingo!! I’ll be writing a Genshin fic with these, posting on AO3. Feel free to send in asks with prompts from the card! <3