#cw whump

[mischefous]

sooo, I read A LOT of whumpy LU fics, and I finally had the motivation to draw up my favorite part from one of my fave fics where poor Legend gets drugged and Warriors is the first to get to him.

(Also i sowwy i didnt get every detail exactly how it was in the fic, dis was the best i could do)

I would love to do more of these. But fudge knuckles my motivation is dogshit. that's also why this is super messy T3T

but anyways, i do hope yall enjoy, AND GO READ THE ORIGINAL FIC ITS AAAAH, AMAZING!!!! Give it sum big lov'n!

[redd956]

Whump Prompt List: NMA Edition

Based off of my NMA worldbuilding line

AKA Whump that @demondamage would like. AKA: nonhuman whumpees, experiment whump, medical whump, lab whump

CW: Violence, Hospital Whump, Experiment Whump, Nonhuman whumpees, Death Mention, Needles

Draining whumpee's blood in order to centrifuge a special resource from it

Hooking whumpee up to an IV that contains some form of sedative, paralytic, or similar formula inside of it

A physically powerful whumpee needing to be held down by a group, as a sedative is forcefully entered into their system

Whumpee watching their blood exit their veins through a tube, knowing theirs nothing they can do, slowly realizing that they're taking too much

Whumpee getting their blood drained, not knowing if their captors are going to stop before it's too late, or if they plan to get rid of whumpee this way after all

Filing down whumpee's sharp teeth, their pointed claws, sawing off their horns, tying down their tail. Whatever needs to be done to keep the nonhuman whumpee from having an advantage.

Whumpee being kept sedated or out of it, until they are needed for their magic

Muzzled and/or restrained whumpee lashing out at the doctors analyzing

Whumpee's every nonhuman aspect being analyzed, their privacy completely invaded, as doctors poke and prod, crooning over their find

A group of whumpees are captures, and they all fear the worse. However after one is found to be more rare than the others, they quickly discover that for one of them, it's going to be much much worse.

Multiple whumpees getting separated based off of the research that needs to be conducted on them

A limp whumpee, kept down for research, needing to be moved or treated as a comatose patient since the doctors dealing with them are too scared of their abilities

Testing to see what whumpee reacts painfully too, how they heal from the different things tested on them, watching them slowly grow terrified of the scientist opening their door

Taking a marker to whumpee's skin and going to town, preparing for the next set of plans

Forcing whumpee to use their magic or nonhuman abilities far past their limit

Whumpee growing more and more tired as they loose their magic/blood, watching the world darken and the noise of life muffle

Doctors taunting and teasing a heavily restrained whumpee. Whumpee, who is normally such a dangerous creature, can do nothing as they pull on their tail or forcibly spread out their wings

Hands latching onto whumpee's face, moving their head into the position they need to

Whumpee waking to the feeling of fingers prodding for the perfect injection spot

Strapping whumpee down to a table, the doctor admiring their work, thinking they'd never see a nonhuman of this type to work on

Whumpee being returned to a cell full of other nonhuman whumpees after a finish experiment, being plopped down unceremoniously in front of the others, before the doctor looks up to pick the next one

Tattooing whumpee to know what experiment group they belong to

Holding an oxygen mask to whumpee's face, watching as the mist of a sedative kicks in

[ash-1s-wr1t1ng]

whumpee this. caretaker that. where’s my caretaker huh? i deserve one too?? no fair.

[fyodorkitkat]

The next chapter is posted 🙏💜 (my last chapter update I forgot that I made Chapter 1 a prologue, sorry for the confusion. This is a new chapter from Fyodor’s perspective!)

Relationships: Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nakahara Chuuya

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (past)

Additional Tags: BSD Beast AU, but I've changed some things and taken some liberties, Immortals, Immortals AU, Whump, Aftermath of Torture, whumpee Chuuya, caretaker fyodor, unnamed whumper - Freeform, Chuuya gets whumped by the government. Again., past soukoku, Graphic Descriptions of Torture, Dehumanization, Graphic Descriptions of Injuries, Mental Anguish, Past Character Death, Spoilers for BSD Beast, but mostly the ending and the additional scenes from the movie adaptation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Bad Caretaker, because Fyodor does not know wtf he is doing, it takes him some time to figure it out, Unhealthy Relationships, Immurement, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Discussion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, no beta we die like beastzai, Confinement, Solitary Confinement, Restraints, chemical restraints, Gratuitous Violence, Lobotomy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

(Inspired by the Beast universe and the additional scenes in the movie adaptation.)

Fyodor's goal has yet to come to fruition, but thankfully, he's been blessed with a long life, leaving him plenty of time to seek out a solution to the world's sin in service to his God. But the death of that Port Mafia boss, Dazai Osamu, has thrown a wrench into his understanding of the universe. Returning to Yokohama after coming up empty through his travels trying to find answers to some of his questions, he takes a walk through a park and comes across something interesting.

[montammil]

Thinking about Whumpee’s that have permanent damage to their face, whether from scars or a surgery. 

Maybe they see their reflection for the first time and freak out, a heartbroken caretaker trying to calm them down.

Maybe Caretaker finds them crying in their room one day and has to insist to Whumpee that to them, they’re beautiful, no matter what.

Or maybe, Caretaker can’t even come to terms with it. They can’t look at Whumpee’s face, not because they think they’re ugly, but because they can’t even imagine the pain Whumpee must’ve went through.

Bonus points if Whumpee thinks it’s because Caretaker hates their face, so they try their hardest to hide it- whether that means isolating themselves completely, or covering their face in bandages, or wearing sunglasses and/or a mask.

[bricky-brikson]

I’ve decided to do a Bad Things Happen Bingo!

My goal is to get at least one (1) bingo, but honestly I just want to write some suffering

How this is going to work:

Send me an ask with one (1) prompt + the character(s)/media.

I’ll mark that prompt as “claimed” on this post by editing (so check the original post before you ask).

When the writing is done (and published), I’ll shade the prompt in completely.

Prompts that are shaded in or claimed cannot be asked for! So if there’s something here you like, grab it quick!

Things I’m willing to write:

My original characters. See my #dear cassedy tag, but I also have some OCs who have yet to be formally introduced on this account (a vampire nurse with a werewolf bf and plural chemist who makes LSD - they're not from the same universe).

Drabbles of characters created solely for the situation/prompt. In this case, the asker has to propose the characters themselves. Please don't use this as a roundabout way to get writings of your OCs.

Psychonauts

Sky: Children Of The Light (Elders and Spirits, I’m not big on writing skykids)

(Maybe) Hazbin Hotel

Hollow Knight

[I can't think of much else right now, but if it comes to me I'll add it.]

Things might get a little homoerotic (especially with the cannibalism prompt), but I won't do straight-up NSFW, since I'm still 17. Gore though? That's fine.

As always, I retain the right to refuse a prompt if it squicks me or it's just not something I'm interested in writing, in which case I'll respond to the ask privately stating as much.

Prompts are listed in the alt text for those with screen-readers. Below divider by @/cafekitsune. I don't remember where I got the snake dividers, sorry :(

[lastoneout]

Been thinking about a slightly more unhinged Beni and hostage situations going south...

[mothmxwhump]

Whump Prompt No. 1

“Please, Whumper—“

“God, you’re pathetic. I haven’t even cut you and you’re a sniveling mess.”

[scr-ppup]

› whumTMNTic

A whumpgender & fandomgender specific term related to the whump media made for / of any kind of TMNT series.

› Whum(p) + TMNT + ic

@radiomogai

[loony-whumptoons]

A Drop of Blood

CW: Religious whump, blunt force to the head, creepy/intimate whumper, brief mention of eye gore nothing explicit, nothing happens, emotional abuse, racial(?) slur, brief dehumanisation, unrecommended use of a war weapon.

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Hor woke up, rolled onto his back and stared up into the ceiling. Maybe it was time to assess some damage.

He struggled a bit to sit back up, wringing his wrists side to side, trying to see if he could get the copper cuffs to give in a little bit.

There had to be some way for him to access his limbs.

He glanced down at his feet, he could already guess what that looked like before he actually saw.

He bent his leg towards him, careful not to drag his foot anywhere on the tiled floor before he rested it tenderly on his lap.

Blistering skin, bloody toes and by the Gods so man cuts. Strangely enough, he couldn't feel it, just a dull throb that served as a reminder that it was there.

His wrists' twisting hadn't done him any good, except Maybe just adding one more layer of pain. He let out a shuddering breath holding back the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

What had his life come to? Just when things were finally looking up for him.

"Gave us quite the scare yesterday, boy."

Hor yelped in surprise, hitting his already aching head against the wall.

A rough, and dreadfuly familiar voice broke Hor out of his train of thoughts.

He hadn't realised he wasn't alone.

The Medjay looked at him with unimpressed eyes. Travelling up and down, assessing every inch of him. From his hair, which now tickled the earrings hung from his ears, to his feet, still bleeding, still throbbing.

Hor wished he could wear something other than the loincloth that barely covered his lower thigh, a little bit above the knees. Wished he could cover his hair.

"Oh I'm sorry, I suppose I shouldn't faint when I haven't eaten in days! I don't even know how long it's been!" Hor nearly shrieked.

The Medjay's tongue clicked, the white streak in his otherwise black hair fell over his eye. "I don't appreciate your attitude."

Hor wouldn't lie, he was scared shitless, but he didn't have to show it. "Well I don't appreciate being tied up! Why am I here anyway? I haven't done anything wrong in my entire life! Please there's a misunderstanding-"

"You were arrested for being a Seti-"

"I'm not! I-" Hor was cut off by a sharp smack to his cheek that whipped his face to the side. He swore he heard his neck crack from the force.

"Don't interrupt me." His voice sent a chill down Hor's spine.

"I'm not a Seti." He repeated, softer this time with a hint of desperation, staring directly into the golden eyes that held such disdain for him. Hor didn't even know who this man is, how could he hold such contempt toward someone he doesn't even know?

His words earned him another slap.

"He-" and another one.

"Are you ready to shut up?" The Medjay asked calmly.

"How about you go to-" this time his hair was yanked roughly, his spine bent in half as his head was pushed down to his own lap. Hor gasped at the pain, shuddering and flinching at the mouth that breathed against his ear.

"Listen to me, you little shit, and listen to me well. I will take this evil touch out of you if it's the last thing I do. I hope you've prayed to your God as much as possible because not even He will be able to save you now." He yanked Hor's head around. "I won't stop until you're either purified, or Anbu decides to open the trial gates for you. Either way, you'd better have a good relationship with the Gods once I'm done with you." The Medjay soldier yanked Hor back to a sitting position, slamming his head into the wall for good measure.

"Eat, don't waste it, and don't even think about trying to escape." He got up, his tunic swaying a little as he walked away.

"I'm still tied up!" Hor called after him.

"So?"

"How am I supposed to eat without my hands? You didn't even put any spoon-"

"Figure it out, Seti." The Medjay shrugged his shoulders and walked away nonchalantly.

The door slammed shut and Hor was left alone in this strange place for the second time.

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Having his hands tied behind his back had to be the worst experience Hor had in his life. He was an artist, obsessed with and devoted to his work. He used his hands for everything. They were his tools before the paintbrush or the chisel ever were.

Hor stated in disdain at the door, mocking him, probably locked, even though he wouldn't be able to open it anyway. He needed to get out of here.

When will Medjay come back? Will any of the other soldiers? What is Hor supposed to do here anyway?

He spent some ten minutes trying to wring his wrists free, but by the Gods they were tied up so tightly it wasn't even funny at this point.

He could feel his blood circulation being cut off there.

The door slammed open, startling Hor.

A pale hand greeted his line of sight before a familiar face popped in, grinning from ear to ear, mocking, condescending, terrifying.

Hor pursed his lips, his eyes watching Ka as he pranced around in the small room he was confined in. "Hello." He bent down to meet his eyes. Blue meeting blue, like the Nile meeting the sky.

He was donning a wig today, braided and weighed down by copper cuffs. Detailed and intricate. Like Hapy's work.

Gods how was Hapy? What is he doing now?

Hor had to hold back his tears, staring at the lotus flowers carved on the copper to perfection. "Eyes up here, Seti."

Hor looked back up, forgetting where he was for a second. "Not a Seti." He all but growled, bristling at the unwanted nickname.

"How do you explain this then?" He gently caressed his hair.

"I was born with it, you asshole." He bit back, frustrated, angry, terrified.

"You don't say. Now why would the Gods give someone this kind of hair, hm? Unless Set himself touched your soul. Don't worry you poor thing, we'll get rid of him in no time. Then you can go back home to your wife or parents." Hi hand travelled from his head to his chin, giving his jaw a gentle, soft stroke, thumb hovering over his cheek.

Hor looked away. "I don't have a wife, or parents for that matter."

"Oh? None at all?"

Hor glared at him. "No."

"Hmm I wonder why." He sarcastically said. "Maybe something drove them away? Tell me Seti, did your mom go insane after she gave birth to you? If you were born with your hair, she must've had such a hard time accepting something like you in her house. How did it feel for her, I wonder, when she saw this?" Ka pushed his hair back away from his forhead, tugging at it a little to emphasise his point. "Tell me, don’t be shy now." He swung Hor's head around with a smile.

Hor clenched his jaw and didn't reply.

"Guess you don't like talking, but that's alright I talk plenty for both of us. Now, why don't I just get on with what I came here for?" Ka got up, then let go of Hor’s hair.

Hor watched the soldier take a few steps back, tilt his head a little to the side, then smile widely, teeth and all.

Hor stared at him, eyes wide and alerted, like a gazelle watching a lion slowly walk towards it. Except gazelles usually had the opportunity to try and outrun their predator.

Hor only had a wall to his back.

His heartbeat picked up, eyes never leaving the spear clutched in the soldier's hand, tilted slightly towards him.

What would he do? Why did he need the spear? What would he use it for? Why was he staring at him like that? Why was he pointing it at him. Why was he smiling like this?

Hor was prey, and Ka didn't seem like he'd be a merciful predator.

Ka tilted the spear again, grazing Hor's ears and lifted his hair up with it. His eyes followed the weapon and it hovered dangerously next to his eyes, his breathing slow and shallow. One wrong move could cost him his eye.

Ka's smile had fallen, he looked bored, unimpressed, as if he wasn't threatening someone with piercing his eye with a war weapon.

Hor swallowed the lump developing in his throat, shuddering at the proximity of it. It moved downwards a little, hovering next to his neck, then the tip barely touched his throat.

Hor's heart seized as he looked at the soldier standing a few metres away, swallowing thickly. He couldn't breathe, one wrong move could cost him his entire life.

But why would they bring him all the way here just to kill him? What do they even have in store for him?

Hor kept his eyes on the soldier, feeling a slight prickle and a drop of blood escaping the small wound.

Oh no, would he actually kill him?

All this because of the colour of his hair?

All this, because of something he can't control?

The spear fell away, Ka pulled it back to his side, now tilted down towards Hor's thigh.

Hor gasped deeply almost sobbing with relief, feeling like he could breathe again.

"Eyes on me, Seti."

Hor looked up at the smiling man, with fear in his eyes. Gods, what has he done to deserve this?

"I-I h-have a name. I have a name." He stuttered, teeth clattering from fear.

Ka's smile fell. "And here I thought we could call it a day." He lamented. "Oh well, maybe next time."

"Wha-" Hor was cut off by his own scream when the spear head sunk forcefully into his left thigh.

Ka smiled and pushed the spear deeper, twisting and turning it into the wound for good measure.

Hor shook his head, leaned to the left to try and get away, but his attempt was thwarted by a hand slamming his head forcefully into the wall.

Hor gasped, vision going blurry, eyes glassy from the impact, dazed from the pain.

"Looks like you and I are going to have a lot of fun together." Ka smiled, pushed the spear in a bit more for good measure, then held Hor's chin between his fingers, cupping it gently and raised his face to make him look him in the eye. "I'll make sure to take really good care of you."

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Tagging: @sapphirechao , @untetheredsymphony

Let me know if you'd like to be added to/removed from the list. Happy reading and don't forget to tell me what you think!

Anbu: Anubis.

Seti: Follower of Set, here it's used as a racial slur rather than the name of the king, Seti I.

[mischefous]

Could you possibly do Legend and Warriors, whump? I love making those two suffer for some reason. (Your art is amazing, and I love it!)

awwweee!! Thank you @insane-twilight-fan and Anon for these requests💙💙 I friggen loooove this duo, especially if it's Legend getting whumped >:3

CW! Blood/coughing up blood

[redd956]

Western: 1920s Whump Prompt List

CW: Historical Violence, Implied Death Mentions

Bootlegger run went wildly wrong for Whumpee

Wounded whumpee crawls into a speakeasy for help

PTSD Attack caused by the "Great War"

Whumpee is socially exiled from town for catching an illness

Caretaker goes to check their barn, only to find a trail of blood leading down to it

Whumpee can't recognize their whumper, due to them wearing a protective medical face mask in the name of quarentine

Getting in an old timey car accident, in the middle of nowhere, with no idea how to recuperate or where to go

Veteran whumpee seizes up after hearing gunfire due to gangs/mafias

Getting stabbed by a switchblade

Botched hanging or execution

Getting shot but in the 1920s style way

Having arsenic slipped in whumpee's drink

Drinking bad homemade liquor (maybe with some pink elephants)

Whumper got hurt by whumpee in the war, and revenge hasn't left their mind one bit

Getting ran down by someone in a car

Whumpee went MIA during the war, and has been trapped overseas for some time now

Whumpee is an old timey construction worker, today they've taken quite the fall without any safety nets

Drinking bad water

Waking up in an overly crowded makeshift medical unit

Gas mask breaking

Cement shoes

Caretaker took in whumpee, when they discovered that their reason for such a low reputation comes from the injuries they sustained in war

Bike wreck in the middle of nowhere

[ash-1s-wr1t1ng]

“You know what they do to angels like you.” — The Hell Strip, Part 1

Character’s mentioned/used: Vanté (OC), Zuriel ( @p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r ), Kore (collaborative OC)

A/N: This is (probably) not proofread, and written off the cuff. I don’t actually know what I’m doing with this. I was originally going to write it on Wattpad but idk mental block the moment I even try and create a new work on that app.

DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT MAY BE DISTRESSING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS! I will try my best to tag as much as I can, but in case I miss anything, proceed with caution. Reader discretion is advised. I will not take credit for neglecting this warning.

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Zuriel was perfect. Gorgeous in all it’s glory. Holy and flawless, able to light up any room with just a smile. Dazzling eyes and a voice of the holy choir. It had anything and everything and it earned all of it through blood sweat and tears, forged in fire and steel.

And that was the way it should have always remained.

Yet, Kore was the one that tainted that image. Kore, a foul, sadistic demon, with a silver fork tongue and a mind just as slick. A charisma unmatched and a sickness just as dark. Corruption incarnate, beautiful in a twisted and evil way that Zuriel was not.

He took what was pure, and pressured it until it shattered into millions of tiny little shards. He wore down that perfect angel, until it was nothing more than a pathetic, bloodied mess, then wore it down some more, until it couldn’t be called an angel anymore.

The fall was painful. It always was. Wings torn apart and replaced with ones that weren’t its own. Halo twisted and bent and broken, losing its glow. Having its spine grow and mutate into a shape it didn’t know. Of course, a lot of people would claim it was freedom.

But it wasn’t for Zuriel. It never could be and it never would be. That beauty, that holiness, it was who it was. It was who it had been brought up to be, all it knew how to be.

It was just a child, if not physically then mentally. Scared and afraid and in every right to be. Everything felt wrong, everything felt foreign. It wasn’t like his “Father” had made it out to be. Sure, it was a place of sin, and as such, a place of freedom - but it was new, and big, and scary.

Not a lawless land, but not a lawful one either. Everyone knew what they were doing, where they were going, how to love and how to live. Nobody was as confused and as scared as little Zuriel was in that moment.

Zuriel tried to find its own way, but its mind and its voice drowned in a sea of light and sound and activity, and other voices fighting to be louder than its own in a realm of filthy money and shameless fame.

For a while, it was certain that its voice had been stolen from its throat in the fall. That it was just another wrongful punishment for something that wasn’t its fault. Finding out that it was still there, however, wasn’t the voice that brought it relief.

It was its Father’s.

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[quillfulwriter]

Chap. 8/9 | Rating: T

Cole wants to help. A mind metaphysically fractured is a bit more intense than his usual fare, but the choice isn't his to make either.

(The last chapter is complete already and will be posted probably tomorrow, lol.)

[fyodorkitkat]

The next chapter is posted 🙏💜 We return to Chuuya’s perspective and more of what happened to him before he was put in that garden.

Relationships:  Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nakahara Chuuya

Warnings:  Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (past)

Additional Tags:  BSD Beast AU, but I've changed some things and taken some liberties, Immortals, Immortals AU, Whump, Aftermath of Torture, whumpee Chuuya, caretaker fyodor, unnamed whumper - Freeform, Chuuya gets whumped by the government. Again., past soukoku, Graphic Descriptions of Torture, Dehumanization, Graphic Descriptions of Injuries, Mental Anguish, Past Character Death, Spoilers for BSD Beast, but mostly the ending and the additional scenes from the movie adaptation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Bad Caretaker, because Fyodor does not know wtf he is doing, it takes him some time to figure it out, Unhealthy Relationships, Immurement, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Discussion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, no beta we die like beastzai, Confinement, Solitary Confinement, Restraints, chemical restraints, Gratuitous Violence, Lobotomy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

(Inspired by the Beast universe and the additional scenes in the movie adaptation.)

Fyodor's goal has yet to come to fruition, but thankfully, he's been blessed with a long life, leaving him plenty of time to seek out a solution to the world's sin in service to his God. But the death of that Port Mafia boss, Dazai Osamu, has thrown a wrench into his understanding of the universe. Returning to Yokohama after coming up empty through his travels trying to find answers to some of his questions, he takes a walk through a park and comes across something interesting.

[rowenablade]

Y’ALL the amazing @stanningjay made an art based on my fic Rolling in the Deep. She’s the best.

If you haven’t checked the fic out, you may enjoy it! It’s got emotions and Izzy in chains and symbolic oranges!