#Whumpmas in July no.12

[whump-captain]

- Day 17 -

What inspires you to create?

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Oh now that's the question isn't it lol. Lots of things do, honestly, which is the fun thing about inspiration - you never know where it will come from.

I think most often I'm inspired by music. There is no overstating the power of A Blorbo Song lmao. Other stories tend to get the ideas flowing too and honestly, bad stories as well as good ones - good stories make me want to create something similar; bad ones are very much a petty "i could do this better" feeling lol.

A pretty niche place I get whump inspiration specifically are puzzle games. They tend to be light on the plot but heavy on mystery which is a perfect invitation to spin my own versions of the story. There's also very often a tense atmosphere of peril that steers my thoughts straight to whump lol. My Kintsugi story is actually inspired entirely by a game called Meridian 157 - and while the story has evolved and changed a lot, it's probably immediately clear when you compare them lmao.

And honestly, my biggest inspiration as in "the thing that makes me want to put ideas down" is feedback and engagement. Im an entertainer at heart, so I love seeing people react to the things I make and it always makes me excited to create more (◡‿◡)

[whumpmasinjuly]

Now introducing the prompt list for Whumpmas in July 2024! 

Thank you for patiently waiting! As a reminder, we will not be reblogging any creations on this blog and will instead keep this blog as a space to only post the prompts, tags, and relevant information. We will post the tag for each day, and we ask that you use two tags when filling prompts this year so that others may find your creations easily:  Tag 1 —> #wij24day__ (Fill in the blank with the appropriate day number for the prompt you are filling! For example, if you are doing the prompt for day 21, make sure to tag your post with #wij24day21.)

Tag 2 —> #whumpmasinjuly2024 Be sure to also tag @whumpmasinjuly-archive if you would like your posts reblogged to our new official archive account! Of course, feel free to use any other relevant tags too! You can also find a banner that you can use in your posts (if you want, not required) under the #wijbanner tag.

The prompts are divided into three categories: community (red boxes), question (green boxes), and creation (white boxes). Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement! This list provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag and #infowij24 for ease of access. This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijprompt respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do. 

Below the cut is a text list of this year’s prompts:

1. (Re)Introduce yourself 2. What are your top three favorite whump tropes? 3. "______ deserved it" 4. Post a whump prompt for someone else to fill on Day 28 5. Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies! 6. Left Behind 7. Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time! 8. Describe your favorite type of whumper 9. Mind Games 10. Check out a new whump blog and drop them an ask 11. What songs/playlists are perfect for whumpy daydreaming? 12. Caught 13. Share some of your favorite niche whump tags! 14. Describe the ideal fic you've always wanted to read, but have yet to find/haven't written yet. 15. A Soft Reprieve 16. Create a whump meme! 17. What has been your most recent whump obsession? 18. "Or else" 19. Create a list of some of your favorite whump blogs to share! 20. What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media? 21. Abandoned 22. Find a story/author you've never engaged with before, and leave some nice comments! 23. What is your favorite type of whump setting? 24. Denial 25. Share a sneak peek of something you're working on 26. Describe your favorite type of whumpee 27. Delirium 28. Fill someone's whump prompt from Day 4 29. When did you get your first whumperflies? 30. "I'm here" 31. Who is someone in the whump-creating world that you admire and why?

[whumpsday]

Whumpmas in July Day 16: Create a whump meme!

whump tag meme! to participate: tag (or comment or reply) with one letter or number from each row. at the end, you should have a 12-character code representing your tastes in whump!

my code is ADILOQUWZ147. what's yours?

(descriptions under the cut in case some images are unclear)

ABC: Whumpee / Whumper / Caretaker

DEF: Chains / Rope / Drugging

GHI: Spiked bat / Shock collar / Knife

JKL: Scientist, Detective, Royal (Real humans) / Hero, Villain, Mage (Superhumans) / Vampire, Mer, Fairy (Nonhumans)

MNO: Soup / Water / Blood

PQR: Nice clothes / Bad clothes / Nothing

STU: Cold / Heat / Box

VWX: No food / No air / No sleep

YZ0: Collar / Brand / Tattoo

123: Cage / Small bed / Large bed

456: Scared & Crying / Angry & Defiant / Stockholmed & Conditioned

789: Happy end / Bad end / No end (series that go on indefinitely)

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[justplainwhump]

Over

Dany is captured by WRU.

A part of Angel's story.

Written for Whumpmas in July @whumpmasinjuly-archive , day 12, Caught.

Content / warnings: Abduction, betrayal, character death, whumper pov, thoughts about noncon, vibes of unhealthy relationship dynamics (m/f).

Had it been up to Frankie to choose the last day of this life, it defined wouldn't have been a Monday. The Hammonds' weekly security briefing was tedious and dull. Especially today. Especially when the sun was shining, especially when his flight to the Caribbean was -

"Frankie." Peter snapped his fingers. "Focus. Look at these photos. Anyone on these shows up near her, you get her away. The Chernovs are pissed because of the boss' latest move, and they won't hold back."

Especially when Frankie knew in detail what - no, who the biggest threat to Dany was today. He had to bite back a smirk.

"The Chernovs won't get to her," Frankie assured, peeking at the clock in the corner. "I'll keep her close."

Josie leaned back and chuckled. "Yeah. We all know just how close she keeps you."

Peter clicked his tongue. "We don't talk about the junior like that, Josie. She's an adult, she's a professional, and so is Francis. When he's listening."

"Yeah. I've got her," Frankie repeated and peeked at the clock on the wall. "And she's going to insufferable when I'm late to pick her up. So. Excuse me."

"Watch out for these guys."

"I will."

He'd been even more attentive than usual, lately, Frankie thought as he jogged towards her office. He knew WRU was scouting them, and he'd clocked some of their agents. Whom he he'd been truly on the lookout for, however, was the principal. The person behind it all. Who paid hundreds of thousands of dollars, to make Danielle Hammond his.

It scratched his professional honor that he couldn't tell. Sure, Stuart Hammond pissed off many powerful players, many of whom would go great length to take it out on his only daughter and designated successor. But none of them would use WRU as a middle man.

And Dany's own surroundings? She certainly came after her Dad, in both business sense and annoying attitude, but Frankie usually managed to keep up with a list of her enemies.

Nobody matched.

Frankie sighed, before he knocked at her door and entered right away.

"You're late," she said, not bothering to turn around from where she stood in front of her cabinet, changing from her elegant business suit into a white summer dress. Frankie was a pragmatic man, but he suspected there was some sort of poetry in that choice on a day like today. "Just in time to zip me up, though."

He stepped in behind her and carefully brushed her blond hair aside, before he reached down for the zipper.

She was gorgeous. Sun tanned, soft skin. The freckles over her shoulders. The fit body, with just the perfect mixture of curves and muscle. His hand rested on her ass just some moments, mapping her shape to keep her in his memories.

All of this would belong to someone else, soon.

"Frankie." She raised a brow at him through the mirror. "We're past this, remember? Focus."

His other hand searched for her hip, too, and he pulled her back against him. She didn't fight it. Fuck. She felt too good, her body pressed to his, just like the many times before. "Come on," he whispered into her hair. "One last time?"

Dany turned her head, and it made him shiver how close she was, how her soft breath caressed his skin. "You don't call the shots, babe," she whispered back, her hand on his cheek. "I do." She twisted her hip out of his grip. "Not today."

He wondered, how it would feel to just take her, right here, in her office. What would happen, if he just grabbed her, hand in that blond locks, tossed her over her own desk and fucked her. She was feisty, but he was stronger than her. Paid to be. He could easily overwhelm her. He'd thought about this, more than once. Never done it. Always let her call the shots. Always let her be in power. What a meek little power that was, though. All deduced, from family, from wealth.

And someone out there was about to do what Frankie couldn't. Strip that off her. That power. That name. That arrogance. All of it. And make her into a submissive little fucktoy.

Oh, he fucking hated them for getting what he longed for.

"Focus," Dany said sharply.

He took a deep breath and nodded. And he did focus. On the smell of her shampoo, on the way her hair tingled over his skin, on the curve of her ass under the zipper.

Focus.

Frankie would become a rich man today. Rich, satisfied, free. He'd just have to make it through this.

"Sorry, babe," he mumbled.

He wasn't.

~

"Why did you say that?" Dany asked, when they were going down in the elevator, looking at him through the huge mirror. "A last time? You usually don't give up that easily."

Frankie had to hide a flinch. "I... Did I really say that?"

She stared at him from honey eyes, eyebrow raised. Expectant. "Yeah."

He hated her. For being gorgeous, for that white dress, for being in charge, for looking right through him. Fifteen minutes. He just needed this to not blow up in his face for fifteen more minutes. Just needed her to trust him for fifteen more minutes. "I... I think we should end this," he said. Improvised. It felt hollow. It sounded real. "It's... It's sort of getting nowhere, right? And I... I think I deserve better."

She paused for a moment, searched his face, before she shrugged. "Okay. Yeah. I guess." She smirked. "It's really been a bit of a cliche, anyway."

The doors slid open towards the lobby, but he couldn't move.

"That's it?" Frankie asked in disbelief. "That's how simple you think this is?"

"Wasn't it always? Come on, Frankie. We fucked. It was fun, it was good, and not gonna lie-" She winked at him. "I did like spanking you. But I mean. It's just sex, right? When it's over, it's over. No hard feelings." She held out an arm to keep the elevator door open for them. "Now. Are we leaving or do you want Peter to cover your shift?"

He really considered it. For a second or two, Frankie imagined going home, having a beer, calling his parents, telling them he'd come back to work in their repair shop. Imagined a life without Dany Hammond.

No.

He'd close this chapter of his life in a much more rewarding way.

"I'm good." He gave her a sharp nod. "Yeah. No hard feelings."

He pushed past her into the lobby, took the room in with a sweeping glance. For a short moment, someone locked eyes with him.

Alex Nadler. That short, awkward WRU client satisfaction manager, dressed just like a businessperson passing by. They weren't awkward now. Their gaze felt like steel.

Frankie shivered.

Move, their lips formed as they tilted their head towards the street.

Focus, Frankie thought.

Focus.

He guided her to the door, just some steps after Alex.

By his side Dany, utterly unfazed by their past conversation, had pulled a stack of index cards from her white purse and skimmed through them, mumbling to herself. She was invited to give a speech at some charity's summer event, just two blocks south.

She wasn't scheduled to arrive.

He walked half a step behind her shoulder, as always, shielded her from behind and towards the street. And as always, his gaze constantly flicked from the surroundings to her. Her long legs, short white dress, perfectly curved ass, blond strands dancing in the wind. People made space for her on instinct, looked at her, jealous, admiring, greedy. And herself - she didn't even notice, deep into her notes, trusting the man behind her to keep her safe.

The man she'd let into her bed, but nowhere else. The man who'd been good enough to guard her, but not to be more than an affair out of dozens. The man she'd led him on, made feel special, and then proved over and over that to her, he was anything but.

A van closed in from behind them. In front, Alex slowed their steps to down to fall back to Dany's side.

Everything was in place.

Dany had no idea.

Frankie smiled grimly.

For someone as savvy as she was, she was pathetically naive.

Then, Alex raised their hand.

~

It happened in seconds. The van slowed by the curb, its door sliding open. Masks. Machine guns.

Dany's index cards silently drifting to the sidewalk. Her white dress still dancing around her thighs, while she stood frozen in shock.

Her first move was for him. A hand, reaching back, to where she knew her protector would be.

Frankie grabbed her waist, a move so familiar he could almost laugh. "I've got you, babe" he mumbled. He could swear that he felt her relax the tiniest bit.

Then he hefted her into the van, right between the armed men.

He jumped in, Alex followed, and the van accelerated, sped off, before Dany had even said a word.

She didn't, still, even when one of the captors took her purse and passed it on to toss it out. Even when another pulled back her wrists and fixed them with zip ties. Even when they forced her to her knees and bound her ankles as well.

Even with a stranger's hand in her hair, a gun to her head, she stayed silent, attentive, aware. Her gaze was on Frankie alone.

And oh. He could drown in those eyes.

When someone touched his wrist, disturbed the image, he angrily flinched. "Sit," a masked man next to him said. "It's getting bumpy."

"I'm -" Frankie grabbed for a hold on the side, just before the van sped around a corner.

"An asshole," Dany said flatly. "I should've known."

Somebody chuckled. But apart from that, nobody spoke.

She didn't say anything more either. Smart girl, he thought. Just as him and the security guys had talked through with her dozens of times. Don't give them anything. Stay calm. Stay alert. Don't fight. Could even have helped, had this been what she probably assumed it to be.

A kidnapping for ransom, for information, for leverage. A kidnapping that matched her worldview. Matched her self image of being the centre of the world.

He idly wondered, what they'd do with that cute white dress. Trash it, probably. Too bad. He'd have liked to fuck her in it.

The van hit a speedbump, another one, and Dany let out a short gasp when the man behind her yanked at her hair trying to keep his footing. The outside noises changed, grew dull, and the van drove into a long, spiraled curve. Parking garage, Frankie thought.

The door slid open, and without spoken commands, their captors emerged into the dark, boots echoing on concrete.

They were alone.

Frankie and Dany, his charge, his lover, his boss. He'd have given his life for her, a long time. Now, he'd sold hers.

She tried to push herself off the ground, get onto her knees again. Under the dim inside light of the van, her dress seemed to emit light. He saw her eyes skim over the inside of the car, the door, back at him, assessing the situation. It was hopeless.

She knew.

"Why?" she whispered. "Why, Frankie?"

"Money," Frankie said with a shrug and crouched down in front of her. "A new life. Seeing you on your knees. Actually, mostly the latter." He reached out and gently traced her cheek. She did flinch now. Cute. "Because you're a bitch, Dany." He grabbed her chin harder. "Because I get paid to see you destroyed."

She stared at him. He wondered if her lip was trembling, or if it was just the light. "It... You know it doesn't make sense, right?" she said.

Frankie pulled back from the kiss he'd just wanted to press on her lips, irritated. "What?"

"That story. You're a loose end. No mobster in their right mind would just let you walk. You betrayed me, you sold me out to be destroyed, but they'll kill you first." She let out a low chuckle. "Oh Frankie. You've always been a fucking idiot."

Fucking bitch tried to belittle him, even at her lowest.

"Oh no, babe." He shook his head. "You have no idea. They're not the mob. They're something else. They just planned to make it look like-"

Dany raised an eyebrow.

Fuck.

Something cold pressed into the back of his neck.

Frankie froze.

"She's right," Alex said behind him, their voice even. "We're professionals. At WRU, we don't leave loose ends."

Dany's gorgeous, brown eyes widened with sudden understanding, her mask of smug confidence finally shattered. "No," she breathed. "No, no, not WRU, not that, not -"

Dany Hammond looked lovely, he thought, when she fell apart.

He held on to that image, as he took his last breath.

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[Next]

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Angel tag list (ask to be added or removed): @whumplr-reader @there-will-always-be-blood @whimpers-and-whumpers @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @risk606

[teine-mallaichte]

@whumpmasinjuly-archive day 12 - caught

Whumpmas In July 2024 posts

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpmas in July Day 12: Caught

CW: Captivity, torture

What could they want?

Many thoughts and fears spun around in Civilian’s mind, but they kept circling back to that one question: What could they want?

Civilian didn’t have any sort of power, or important relations, or significant wealth. There was no reason for a villain to target them. Yet here they were, tied up in Supervillain’s lair.

They’d been captured. Caught as easily as a defenseless bug in a spider’s web.

As soon as the villain entered, the question cycling in Civilian’s mind spilled from their lips. “What do you want?”

“That you could get me? Nothing. Believe me, there is nothing you could offer me that would get you out of this.”

“Exactly I—why did you take me? I don’t have anything you could want.”

“Ah. You, I got for entertainment value.”

“Wha—?”

Supervillain made a small gesture, and their power ripped through Civilian—painfully.

It felt like being electrocuted, but there wasn’t a spark to speak of. And when the barrage stopped, their skin was without a burn, without a mark. Civilian was left gasping and panting but with no other indicator of how they’d just been hurt.

Supervillain was smiling. “Entertainment.”

Entertainment was just hurting them? They weren’t really surprised that the villain was a sadist, but Civilian had hoped they’d been taken for some other reason. Something less purely torturous.

A normal human couldn’t do much against a super, let alone the area’s top villain. Was this their new life now?

Masterlist

[builder051]

Whumpmas in July 2024 day 12: Caught

[whump-me]

Whumpmas in July Day 12: Caught

The pixie laughed in delight as she zoomed through the night toward the orange glow. It was so beautiful! Like a miniature sun come to earth. And soon it would be hers.

Then, searing pain. Flame spread down her wing, and she tumbled through the air.

A child’s fleshy fingers caught her by her other wing. “See? They’re so stupid they’ll fly right into the flame.” He dropped the lit match into his glass jar.

“My turn! I want to try!” his friends all clamored, as the child dropped the burning pixie in with the match and closed the lid.

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[whumpers-monthly]

Whump calendar 2023

Attention: I will delete the prompts in all the months except December next month to make room for next year. If you want to save the whump calendar 2023 you should do it now. Also check out my new blog @whumpcalendar where I will post the calendar from now on.

So I made a calendar and @thewhumpyprintingpress made a checklist for all whump events. Let us know if you're hosting an event so that we can add you.

All events under the cut.

So far we've got:

Whumpers-monthly by @whumpers-monthly One prompt every month.

2023 Year of Whump by @soheavyaburden A prompt can either be filled each week or each month, runs the whole year.

January: Whumpuary by @whumpuary 10 sets of prompts

February: Febuwhump by @febuwhump

March: March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump 7 days of prompts

April: Whumpril by @whumpril

May: Whumpay by @whumpay Mediwhump May by @mediwhumpmay

July: Whumpmas in July by @whumpmasinjuly

September: Whumptember by @whumptember Sicktember by @sicktember

October: AI-less whumptober by @ailesswhumptober Angstober by @angstober Whumptober by @whumptober

November: Comfortember by @comfortember

December: Whumpcember by @whumpcember 12 Days of Whumpmas by @whumpmas 12 sets of prompts Winter Whumperland by @amonthofwhump 1 - 12 of December Hurtcember by @hurtcember Merry Whumpmas by @whumpishprompts

We will add all the other blogs as soon as the promptlists are available.

[serickswrites]

Writing Challenges

Whumpuary--2023--status complete. 20 days of prompts. 40 prompts/all prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. Various TW. 15 short writings. All prompts filled.

Febuwhump--2022--status complete. 29 short writings on various prompts with various tw.; 2023--status complete. 28 short writings on various prompts with various tw. 2024--status complete. 29 short writings on various prompts with various tw.

March Trop-a-thon--status complete. 7 prompts filled. Various TW. 

Wollemi Whump Event--status complete. 15 prompts filled. Various TW.

Merry Whump of May-- 2023-status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW.

June of Doom--2023--status complete. 30 prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. 30 prompts filled. Various TW.

Whumpmas in July--2023--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Mix of writing and questions. Various TW. 2024--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Mix of writing and questions.

Whumptober 2022--status complete. 31 short prompts of varying tw. 2023 --status complete. 31 short prompts of varying tw. 

Whumpcember--2022--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW. 2023--status complete. All prompts filled. Various TW.

Winter Whumperland--2022--status complete. 12 prompts filled. Various TW. 2023--status complete. 12 prompts filled. Various TW.

Watermelons-Whump-Game--List; GWYG; Prompt links

[autobot2001]

Whumpmas in July Day 1- Introduction

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

❤️ Name: Autobot2001

💚 Pronouns: She/her

🤍 Favorite season: Hmm....

❤️ Average amount of sleep: 9-10 hours

💚 Dream Job: A medic in the military or working in the hospital. Maybe ICU, but I'm physically disabled and can't do either.

🤍 Blog established date: 2020

❤️ Username/blog meaning: I like the Autobots and i got the idea for my fanfiction series in 2001.

💚 Hobbies: Writing, making YT videos which is playing video games, watching YT videos and a couple of live streams (YT & Twitch), reading fanfiction

🤍 What you love about whump: I like the medical side. Prob because I can't work in the medical field. Also Found family. I think because i was bullied and has no friends once myu family moved when i was 12 years old. Went to a school where kids...i'd say were allowed to bully. Damn aduklts did nothing. I think while that lasted 3 years, it was enough to make it hard to make friends. The few I had in 7th grade moved away. My only friends were kids with other disabilities in a class called Life Skills because they wouldn't do well in regular classes.

❤️ Anything else to add: My fanfiction series is supposed to focus onmany fandoms, starting with Dragonabll Z, but I have to many ideas in the Bayverse live action movies portion of the transformers fandom. You don't have to know much about transformers to enjoy the stories. I have at least 40 stories planned. Some notebooks are labeled untitled story(number), while many aren't. They either have decided titles, or labeled specific to the media i.e. transformers 2007. Add the ideas that don't have notebooks in my Evernote app.

As for finished stories, I'm trying to make a master post. I should have right away, but an, I waited four years. The number of posts I have to go through. The stories are also on A03, FFN & Wattpad. Same username; Autobot2001. Once that's done, I'll post about my OCs and Autobot holofrms, and screenshots. It's fun (and challenging) to make screenshots for scenes for my stories.

[whumpmasinjuly]

Now introducing the prompt list for Whumpmas in July 2023! 

Thank you for patiently waiting! We will be implementing a couple of new changes! We will not be reblogging any creations this year and will instead keep this blog as a space to only post the prompts, tags, and relevant information. We will post the tag for each day, and we ask that you use two tags when filling prompts this year so that others may find your creations easily:  Tag 1 ---> #wij23day__ (Fill in the blank with the appropriate day number for the prompt you are filling! For example, if you are doing the prompt for day 21, make sure to tag your post with #wij23day21. Of course, feel free to use any other relevant tags too!)

Tag 2 ---> #whumpmasinjuly2023  Be sure to also tag @whumpmasinjuly-archive if you would like your posts reblogged to our new official archive account!  You can also find a banner that you can use in your posts (if you want) under the #wijbanner tag.

The prompts are divided into three categories: questions, prompts, and community activities. Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement! This list provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag and #infowij23 for ease of access. This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijprompt respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do. 

Below the cut is a text list of this year’s prompts:

1. (Re)Introduce yourself. 2. What ten words give you the whumperflies/make you think of whump? 3. Stitches/Bandages 4. Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies! (Feel free to go off about your favorite episodes/moments!) 5. What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media? 6. Deprived 7. Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time (or reblog it and/or make a list of them!) 8. Describe your favorite type of whumper! 9. “Stay with me” 10. Check out a new whump blog and drop them an ask! 11. What whump media type do you prefer and why? 12. Search & Rescue 13. Share some of your favorite niche whump tags! 14. Describe the ideal fic you’ve always wanted to read but have yet to find / haven’t written yet. 15. Buried 16. Create a whump meme! 17. What inspires you most to create whump content? (Images? Fics? Shows?) 18. Ache 19. Create a list of some of your favorite whump blogs to share! 20. Describe your favorite type of whumpee!  21. “Please.” 22. Find a story/author you’ve never read before, read it and leave some nice comments (people can reblog the post to plug their series/masterlists/etc as well) 23. What is your favorite type of whump setting? 24. Earth (Environmental whump) 25. Share a sneak peek of something you’re working on! 26. What is your favorite place to find whump media, roleplayers/writers, or fan-created content? (Link us to it!) 27. Unstable (Mentally? Physically? Both!?) 28. Send people asks about their OCs or favorite fandoms! 29. Do you identify with any particular roles or situations in whump? 30. Antidote 31. Who is someone in the whump-creating world that you admire and why?

[whumpsday]

Caught

Whump & Giant/tiny Oneshot - Writing masterlist

find my G/t blog here: @smallsday

content: whump, g/t, tiny whump, trapped under rubble, crushed limbs, begging, fear, broken bones

Whumpmas in July Day 12: Caught GT July Day 13: Betwixt Whumperless Whump Day 12: Trapped under rubble / I can't move my legs

combining three different creation events for this one!! since i'm posting this to both my accounts, for non-g/t people who don't know, borrowers are a species of tiny people who secretly live in humans' houses and survive by stealing bits of food and supplies.

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It had to be someone, eventually.

Cotton just barely kept himself from crying out as the pile of books he’d been climbing toppled over. He tried to grab at his grappling hook, but it was slack. The lack of resistance sent blood rushing through his ears as he fell.

He hit the ground first, and it wasn’t a good thing. The impact was bad enough from a few feet up, but borrowers were sturdy, and he had enough reserves to make it until his family’s next visit. But he certainly wasn’t sturdy enough for what came next.

The tower fell the same way he did, burying him in literature. A hardcover landed harshly on his legs, pinning him to the floor with a crunch he could no longer keep quiet through. Cotton wailed, but more books kept falling, burying him in a dark tomb he was helpless to escape from.

When the only sound that remained was his own crying, Cotton realized that he was still alive.

He tried to wiggle out, but he was utterly caught between the books and the floor, and he couldn’t move his legs. Every time he even tried to drag himself out by the arms, it sent a new wave of agony through him so bad that he had to stop.

Cotton laid there under the rubble and wept, until the worst of the pain subsided and he couldn’t feel his legs at all.

He tried again now that he could bear to, but it was useless. He wasn’t strong enough. A single book was twice his height, and he was buried under countless.

Which meant the human would find him.

The human would get home, see their books strewn about, and find him as they cleaned up. Whether they realized he was aiming to steal away food from their desk or not, they would find him. And he’d be powerless to stop… whatever they decided to do with him. Even more powerless than usual.

He couldn’t be seen. He couldn’t. Mom and Dad and his little siblings lived in the apartment right next door, and it wouldn’t take a human long to start to question where he came from. Every borrower would be in danger if he was found. But Mom and Dad weren’t visiting until next week, and the human would be home today.

It was hours before he heard footsteps, the telltale click of the front door’s lock. Cotton’s heart hammered in his chest.

“Shit,” the human–Özdal, that was their name–muttered, increasingly-loud steps booming over. “I really need to get another bookshelf.”

This was it. He could either make himself known, or wait to be found.

“H-help.”

Özdal froze. “Who said that?”

Cotton shuddered. “Please help. Under the–the books.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before he heard shuffling up top, books being lifted. “Yeah! Yeah. Holy shit.”

More and more were lifted, the suffocating darkness giving way to the warm light of the apartment and removing the weight on his legs. An enormous figure loomed above him: he’d never been this close to a human before. He wasn’t supposed to ever be this close to a human.

“Oh my god.” Özdal staggered back, a hand over their mouth.

Cotton whimpered. He tried dragging himself away, slow and agonized against the floor.

“No! Don’t, oh my god, don’t move.” Özdal quickly knelt down before him, blocking his path with a massive hand that just barely missed touching him.

“Sorry!” Cotton cried, squeezing his eyes shut.

Özdal seemed to realize they were scaring him, and the hand was gone when Cotton dared to open his eyes. “I’m the one who’s sorry! Your legs! What happened? What are you? What were you doing here? Are you o–I mean, obviously you’re not okay.” The human had tears in their eyes.

“I was climbing, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.” Cotton kept his voice quiet, hoping maybe Özdal wouldn’t hear.

“I won’t hurt you!” Özdal’s hands went up again. Cotton would have flinched if he could really move at all. “You need… a doctor. Like an emergency room. I’m not, uh, I can’t help with this.”

No no no no no. This was all going so wrong. More humans, more eyes on him. He was going to be the one to expose borrowers, an entire existence of safe secrecy down the drain. Who knew how many lives would be uprooted, captured, ended, all because of him?

“No! It’s fine! I’ve been injured before, I can handle it, don’t take me to anyone!” Cotton insisted.

Özdal said nothing for a moment. They pulled a ‘phone’, a device a little taller than him out of their pocket, pointed it at him, then turned it around.

Cotton was there on the screen, like a mirror stalled in time. His top half was mostly normal, if not for some bruising, but everything after that was… wrong. His legs were hardly recognizable, smears of blood and bone that he could hardly believe were attached to him.

“I gotta take you to a doctor,” Özdal said softly.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll… handle it somehow.” Even if he died, he couldn’t go. It would mean the end of life as they know it for every borrower. “Remove that image. Please.”

“Okay.” They still used that gentle, soft voice, like they were talking to some kind of scared, infant animal. Cotton didn’t like it. Özdal showed him as they tapped a little icon shaped like a trash bin, and the image disappeared. “But I still have to take you to the doctor.”

“No. You don’t understand,” Cotton pleaded.

Özdal looked down at him in all-too-obvious pity, then left the room. Cotton tried to drag himself, but he could barely make it a couple inches before Özdal returned. They carried a rubber spatula in one hand, and a woven basket emblazoned with HAPPY EASTER! and lined with a washcloth in the other.

“Listen. I dunno what you are or why you’re here, but I’m not gonna just sit here and watch you die because I was too lazy to clean my room, okay? I’m sorry. I, uh, really hope this doesn’t hurt.”

“No!” Cotton protested, but he could do nothing as Özdal carefully slid the spatula under him. He screamed as it jostled the only part of his legs he could feel, his upper thighs, eliciting a frantic sorry, sorry! from Özdal.

And then he was lifted.

Cotton clung to the spatula for dear life, gasping as the floor fell out from under him and he plunged up into the open air. Just as fast, he was deposited into the basket.

“Here.” Özdal reached in and folded the washcloth over him, enveloping him in softness. “Just try and, um, rest, okay? We’ll be there soon.”

“No,” Cotton repeated, but it was hollow. He knew it was hopeless at this point. Nothing he said made any difference, and there was nothing he could do to make the human just listen to him. Not without telling them about borrowers, about his family, and that would only put everyone else in even more danger.

Özdal carried him out to their car. Cotton had only seen them from a distance before, terrifying, monstrous things. He never thought he’d end up inside one. It stank of oil and shook like thunder, but Özdal wasn’t deterred.

When the shaking finally stopped, they picked up the basket again. Cotton pulled the washcloth over his head as soon as he saw: humans were everywhere. They would all see him.

He felt the basket being placed down on something.

“Hi, I’m here with an emergency!” Özdal shouted.

They lifted the folded portion of the washcloth.

Cotton stared up, wide-eyed, at the bright-white room. There were more humans than he’d ever seen, and before he could even try to hide, several were already staring right back.

A couple of them pointed their phones at him, just like Özdal had.

Dread solidified in his gut.

“Oh no,” he whispered, finally passing out.

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Whumpmas in July day:12

Caught

CW: small mentions of blood and cutting people

Other parts: “____” deserved it”, left behind , mind games

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Set a few days after mind games

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Trickles of blood fell onto the floor from the back of 139.20s neck and the doctor couldnt help but hum to himself as he sliced through the flesh knowing that he really should have done this to the subjects ages ago. He put the scalpel down and picked up the little tracking chip and puched it underneath the cut, listening to 139.20s muffled sobs and pleas as if its not his fault the doctor has to chip it and 125.22.

It really is an inconvenience you know, he had planned on doing a different experiment today and now he had to reschedule it to do this. 125.22 is now strapped to the chair with 139.20 now curled up in the far corner of the room. The collars were meant to do the tracking but with 139.20s stunt yesterday he now needed to chip the subjects in a more permenant way. He still remembered the absolute headache that stunt gave him and he let himself get lost in thought about it, not paying much attention to the subjects in the room.

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Yesterday

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*beep* *beep* *bee-* the doctor hit his alarm clock and the first thing he noticed was how much his back was killing him. He must have slept at his desk again and then he knew he had slept at his desk again as when he tried to get up he wound up on the floor with his desk chair underneath him. “Bloody- why does this happen every time. I have a couch in here for heavens sake. Why cant i ever wake up on the couch” he whined to himself as he got up and he headed straight for the kitchen before stopping.

“Ahh yes the subjects… I should get some food for them too, well if they’d take any food off me now” he hadn’t really thought that one all through. The subjects were yes, subjects, but he still wanted to treat them decently enough. It makes the experiments go easier when they behave and what he made 139.20 do that day will either set his behaviour a bit straighter or leave him with a fear of food and that would make keeping him alive more difficult than keeping two subjects already is.

He also had to admit he went a bit far. He didn’t have any reason to do that he just wanted to give it a little scare or make it question itself a bit. Not make it and even 125.22 who, he cant even remember the last time it cried, started crying. He knew he should stay detached from their feelings and wants for the sake of the experiments progress but sue him he felt a bit bad for doing that. Its fine when theres reason to hurt them but without reason it just feels cruel.

He quickly made his coffee and got out some bread and water for the subjects breakfast. Walking down that corridor he felt odd, not in the oh did I forget something odd but the somethings not right here odd and he knew just what it was when he reached the subjects room to find the door open and 125.22 quietly sobbing and apologising in the corner of the bed. With an open collar in the middle of the room.

“Where is 139?” He demanded but it just balled itself up further into the beds corner.

“I. Said. WHERE!”

“*hic*…he went for the *hic* door at the end of the hall…I’m so sorry *hic*” 125.22s sobbing got louder but Dr. Greniard couldn’t hear it anymore, he started running to the end of the hall “shit, shit, shit.” The lift. It was heading for the lift behind that door. He got the door open and the lift had a bright letter G over it. Ground floor to try and make a run for it, it’s okay, I can fix this. He pressed the lift button and headed for the ground floor, quickly heading to the main exit and started bolting to the trees nearby when he saw 139.20 far ahead.

Now the subjects don’t know this about him. Even his closest colleagues don’t but when he was in college he was on track. He can go fast but he can also do it for a long time, and with some added learning, quietly. He knew that he had to wait 139.20 out until it got too tired to go any further and too unsuspecting of being caught as he didn’t see anyone coming after him. So he did.

It took 2 hours before 139.20 collapsed on the road after trying to hitchhike. No car would take it and the little one just couldn’t go anymore. 139.20 never noticed him though. He followed him through the thick trees and luckily his stamina and quietness did not deteriorate after not using those skills in some time. He kept up easily, so easily he almost felt bad for the subject sprawled out on the road.

“Silly little subject. Thinking he could get away” 139.20 started struggling and tried to make a run for it but its energy was spent and he resorted to crying and pleas when it realised how much trouble it was truly in.

“Now, now 139. Be good and still while i carry you back or i can make you be good and still, ” he pulled out a syringe from his coat pocket and was glad he carries the syringe around all the time. “One little dose of this will paralyze you for hours, also you wont be able to speak or even understand whats going on so do you want this” he held the syringe up in one hand “or this” and he extended his other had to the subject.

139.20 took his hand quicker than he thought it would and the doctor felt like rewarding that a bit. He picked it up bridal style and put the syringe away, feeling the subject sigh in relief that it was out of its sight. He carried him back, and it took 4 hours of walking but they got there in the end and he even pet 139.20 on the head a bit during the journey as that is just the perfect way of rewarding the little one for behaving on the walk back.

They went in the lift and he realised that 139.20 had actually been very quiet which is unusual. Maybe it was dehydrated or just tired but he would grab some water for the subjects in a bit. “125!” 125.22 stepped out of their room quickly and looked at 139 with pity and then at the doctor with fear.

“ we are all going to experiment room one for a little work I need to do on you both. So c’mon” he felt 139.20 shudder against him and 125.22 started shuddering too but obeyed and went to the room just beside their bedroom and he followed, putting 139.20 in the chair and getting out the tracking chips he would need and then reaching for the scalpel

And muffled screams and sobs of 139.20 in the chair followed soon after.

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Prompt: Search and rescue

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More on the rescue side.

When ur trying to be distant towards someone but u beat up like 5 people to save him and ur starting to realize u may be willing to die for him

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3 - "______ deserved it"

6 - Left Behind

9 - Mind Games

12 - Caught

15 - A Soft Reprieve

18 - "Or else"

21 - Abandoned

24 - Denial

27 - Delirium

28 - Community prompt fill (pet whumpee fighting their own recovery)

30 - "I'm here"

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