Hi! I'm Ruth, they/them pronouns, 26, and I enjoy most types of whump! I do art, graphic design and writing.
I try my best to tag, but if I miss a content warning you'd like added, please just shoot me an ask! I won't tag lady whump as a content warning, but anything else I will if you ask.
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Favourite tropes:
RECOVERY WHUMP!!!
Found family
Gagging
Muzzles
Pet whump
Whumper pressing down on whumpee's back to keep them from getting up
Branding
Whipping
Caretaker turned whumpee/whumpee turned caretaker
Hero/villain whump
Tall whumpee/small caretaker (or vice versa)
Tall whumpee/small whumper
G/t whump
Whumpee thinks caretaker is their new whumper
Incompetent/clueless caretaker (they're trying their best but they have no idea they're doing)
General contents: pet whump, dehumanisation, amnesia, PTSD
Sam and Lucan 'verse
In a world where non-humans are enslaved, our characters are just trying to live out their lives in peace. And failing, mostly.
General contents: non-human characters, institutionalised slavery, fantasy racism, dehumanisation, PTSD
A Death in the Family
When his estranged father dies, Tristam, against his better judgement, attends the will reading, and ends up leaving with long-term bloodbag Sunday Afolayan and Eldrida, his father's former employee (and a terribly mistreated one at that, it turns out).
Even with Aileen and Evelyn's expert advice and friendship, it's tricky to bring Sunday back from the depths of his enthrallment, and Eldrida's struggling too. Six years under the cruel fist of Barnabas Sharpe was hard to survive.
It's a difficult recovery for both of them. But surely, things can't get worse now.
Contains: vampire whumper, non-human whumpee (vampire), lady whump, conditioned whumpee, disabled characters (Tristam has ADHD, Eldrida has anophthalmia, and Sunday has joint problems, a badly-healed arm, and an absence epilepsy-like condition), recovery whump, multiple whumpees
Botanist Whumpee
When the rich and powerful Sebastian Beaumont offers Alyssa a place to stay, she doesnβt expect to become his captive for three years. And when Silver rescues her at a partyβ¦ well, the only thing sheβs absolutely sure is better is that they donβt have a basement. They donβt have much of anything, actually. And she doesnβt know whether she can trust them or not, but she stays anyway. With no-one left to care about her, and Beaumont using all his money and connections to search for the pair of them, where else is she supposed to go?
Contains: recovery whump, captivity, lady whump, somewhat defiant whumpee, found family, intimate whumper
Cian and Row
In a world where superpowers are real, heroes and villains exist, and there's a large black market in powered people, Rowan's been enslaved for as long as they can remember. They're befriended when they're three by Cian Sinclair, a local empathic five year old, and at the age of eleven is rescued and adopted by the Sinclairs. Years later they become a supervillain, disappear for five years and reappear to reunite with their family, and attract another enemy, one far more powerful than their previous captors and obsessed with their healing powers.
Contains: slavery, PTSD, minor whump, past minor whump, immortal whumpee, discrimination, villain whump
Immortal Cannon Fodder
Masterlist part 2 - character profiles, character asks
Phoenix, an immortal hero, joins a team that hurts them and uses them as cannon fodder. But their teammates are only doing what's necessary to help them all survive. Phoenix's regular sacrifices are necessary. And it's not like they've got anywhere else to go anyway.
It takes the arrival of Kai, a wolf-shifter and telekinetic, to help them see what's going on. But a friendship and a promised eventual transfer can't fix everything.
Contains: hero whump, abuse, past abuse, immortal whumpee
MD-264N
When MD-264N, the government's best weapon, runs to avoid being decommissioned and collapses on the doorstep of a small ragtag team of rebels, it's a surprise to everyone. But despite resistance, the weapon, now known as Morgan, starts to find their place, and the rebels soon find that they'll do anything to keep them free.
Contains: living weapon, found family, dehumanisation/self dehumanisation, team dynamics, reluctant caretaker (not the main caretaker), recovery whump, caretaker whump, disabled caretaker (forearm amputee)
Operation Badger
In the year 2037, Earth is invaded by the Stex. 14 years later, superpowers start appearing in teenagers, and are apparently humanity's best defence against the aliens. What is Earth Security to do but train these people up as weapons?
Contains: sci-fi, living weapons, team whump, multiple whumpees, minor whump, aliens, disabled character
Out of the Frying Pan
Five years ago Elis, former bodyguard and weapon of Lord Wulfric, was rescued from a fiery death by Col and Sæwin. He now lives in relative peace with them in Sorestan, a peace that's abruptly disrupted after an unwelcome visitor brings his past colliding with the present.
Contains: medieval whump, fantasy elements, living weapon
Out of the Water
TΓΊathal, a merman, is captured and kept prisoner by pirates for his valuable scales. While Robyn, the youngest of the crew and not very popular, takes care of him, the others only bother with his scales (and anything that makes their extraction easier). Especially James. And once the rest of the pirates discover that Robyn and TΓΊathal have become fond of each other, things only get worse.
Whumpee is captured by a Whumper who wants to teach them survival skills. Painfully.
Contains: survival skills whump, sadistic whumper
The Greatest Show on Earth
Damon and Pythias are an unwilling two-person sideshow act in The Greatest Show on Earth, Pythias forced to kill Damon multiple times a day for the entertainment of paying circus patrons. Damon has been in captivity since birth, Pythias not quite so long (although certainly long enough), and they're both ready to get out.
But the outside world is even trickier to navigate than they imagined.
Contains: non-human whumpees, multiple whumpees, immortal whumpee, lady whump, circus whump, public whump, captivity, recovery whump, temporary character death (both implied and shown at times), guilty whumpee, whumpee as caretaker
Other writing:
Non-series whump masterlist
Miscellaneous writing, art and graphics
Fanfic/fanart (AO3)
BBC Merlin, Good Omens, Doctor Who, The Sandman, The Murderbot Diaries
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btw Iβve found these stretches from the WAK blog very helpful when knitting a lot:
Plus make sure to take breaks regularly - and stop if anything starts to hurt!
especially with gift knitting I know it can be tempting to push through it for a deadline, but itβs really not worth causing long term injury. (And anyone knit-worthy should be understanding of that, imho.) Stay well :)
When a character with some sort of medical background is dangerously sick or injured, and they're definitely not in any state to treat themself but on autopilot they start listing out their symptoms in clinical language. Like they can't help but fall back on the familiar routine instead of processing the implications
A noble whumpee, after having been held captive and tortured by whumper and then saved, recovers and faces whumper in a fair fight. Whumpee defeats them with no difficulty. Whumper is lying on the ground, whumpee stepping on their chest holding their weapon to whumperβs throat. They have to kill whumper for the cause, not out of revenge. But they canβt bring themselves to do it, because they donβt believe it right to kill another human being. They are not afraid, they do not pity whumper β they simply donβt have so much bitterness inside them as to go against all their beliefs. They hesitate, putting themselves in great danger.
And thatβs when caretaker suddenly steps in to make that final blow. And they donβt do it for the cause, no, they donβt care about the cause. They do it out of pure revenge for everything that whumpee has suffered.
DO IT FOR EDDIE AND RYAN. DO IT BITCH I'M WATCHING YOU
okay that's what I saved this as in my drafts and I don't want to delete it. So yes, I did write it for Eddie and Ryan. Here it is @janetm74
Eddie's arms burned.
Not from the fight. That was over. Whumper was on his back in the mud, chest heaving, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth, and Eddie had his boot on his sternum and his sword at his throat and everything was very still.
Very quiet.
The kind of quiet that came after screaming. After begging. After the sounds Whumper was talking about now, his voice soft and wet and friendly, like they were old acquaintances catching up.
"You made such lovely noises," Whumper said. "Did you know that? Most people scream. Youβ" he coughed, blood flecking his chin, "βyou sobbed. Like a child. Like you believed, really believed, that someone would come."
Eddie pressed the blade harder. Felt it bite. A thin line of red appeared beneath the steel.
He should push.
He knew the angle. Knew the resistance of throat-meat, the give of cartilage, the wet finality of it. He'd killed men in battle before. This was no different. This was war. This was justice. This was what you did to men who kept you in rooms that smelled of copper and sweat and made you learn the shape of your own breaking.
His arms burned.
Not from exertion. From holding still. From the thing his body wouldn't let him do.
"You're shaking," Whumper observed. He sounded pleased. "Is it memory, do you think? Or are you simply not man enough to finish what you started?"
Eddie's jaw ached. He was clenching it so hard his teeth hurt. His vision had narrowed to Whumper's face, to the smile, to the blood, and somewhere at the edges he was aware of Ryan standing nearby, close enough to hear every word, close enough to see Eddie's hands tremble where they gripped the hilt.
"Do it," Whumper whispered. "Or don't. But decide. I'm getting bored, and boredom was always bad for you, wasn't it? Boredom meant I had to find new ways toβ"
Eddie's arms dropped.
Not a decision. Just a failure. His muscles gave out, the sword tip falling away from Whumper's throat, and he felt the shame of it hot in his chest, felt Whumper's smile widen, felt the moment stretch and stretch andβ
Ryan moved.
Eddie didn't see him draw. Didn't see him step forward. Just saw the flash of steel and heard the sound, that wet final sound, and then Ryan's sword was buried to the hilt in Whumper's chest and Ryan's hands were on the grip and Ryan's face was blank, utterly blank, as he twisted the blade once, twice, and pulled it free with a sound like a boot leaving mud.
Whumper made a noise. Small. Surprised. His eyes found Eddie's, still smiling, still fucking smiling, and then the smile faltered, and his chest hitched, and he was still.
Ryan stood over him. Breathing hard. Blood on his hands, his sleeves, his face. He didn't wipe it away. He just looked at Eddie, and his eyes were bright and fierce and something else, something Eddie didn't have a name for.
"I couldn'tβ" Eddie started.
"I know." Ryan's voice was flat. Not unkind. Just flat. "I watched."
"You didn't have toβ"
"Yes I did." Ryan looked down at the body. At the blood spreading dark and thick into the mud. "He was going to get up. He was going to walk away. And you were going to let him."
Eddie didn't answer. He couldn't. His arms still burned, and his hands were shaking worse now, and he wanted to say something about principles, about the line he wouldn't cross, about the person he was trying to remain despite everything, but the words wouldn't come. They felt small. They felt like excuses.
Ryan stepped closer. Close enough that Eddie could smell the blood on him, the sweat, the iron tang of violence. He reached out and took Eddie's sword hand in both of his own, pressing their palms together, feeling the tremor there.
"I don't care about your honor," Ryan said quietly. "I don't care about the cause. I care that you're alive. That he's not. That's all."
Eddie's fingers curled around Ryan's. The hilt of his sword was still warm. Ryan's hands were warmer.
"I'm notβ" Eddie stopped. Swallowed. "I'm not sorry he's dead."
"Good."
"I'm sorry you had to be the one."
Ryan's grip tightened. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to ground him.
"I'm not," Ryan said. "I'd do it again. I'll do it again, for anyone who tries. You don't have to carry this. You don't have to carry any of it. Justβ" his voice cracked, just slightly, just enough, "βjust stay here. Stay with me. That's all I need."
Eddie looked at him. At the blood on his face, the ferocity in his eyes, the tremor in his hands that matched Eddie's own. He thought about the room that smelled of copper and sweat. He thought about the sounds Whumper had described. He thought about Ryan, sitting in a chair, zip-tied and helpless, watching.
He pulled Ryan closer.
Their foreheads touched. Their breath mingled, sharp and fast. Eddie could feel Ryan's heartbeat through their joined hands, frantic and alive and real.
"I'm here," Eddie whispered.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Behind them, the battlefield groaned and stirred, the war remembering them, demanding more. But for this moment, this small bloody moment, they were still. They were together. The dead man at their feet said nothing, and that was enough.
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I genuinely wonder if people realize how many projects get abandoned because the readership "wasn't there", when in reality, the readership just stayed silent. It's a big thing in trad pub that book series get discontinued because readers pirate the books or wait until the series is finished to buy a copy, leading the publisher to think that nobody actually wants the book enough to continue the series, but it happens with indie creators too.
I've discontinued a lot of free, online series because it's not worth putting 3-5 hours a week into posting a project for no readers. Sometimes I finish the series for me but just never post it again, other times I don't finish it at all because it feels more worthwhile to put my time into other things. Sometimes I hear from readers who are sad or upset that I didn't finish something they were liking, but the *reason* it never got finished is because I didn't know anyone liked it. If you like something, tell the creator, tell your friends, make some noise about it. If you would be sad if a story never finished, make that interest known because one of my biggest considerations before discontinuing a series is "will people miss this? Will I be letting people down" and 9/10 times, I come to the conclusion of "no, it doesn't even seem like anyone's reading this" only to learn after I've moved on that apparently someone was.
I've said this before in a different way, and this post said it so well. With real examples.
If you like something, tell people.
If you want more content from an artist or author, if you like their stuff, tell them. It will give them creative fuel to keep going. And often it gives them other resources as well.
Recommend a work to other people. Leave a comment or a review. It doesn't have to be long, just genuine, a sentence or two.
Not many people know that a book's success is judged by book reviews as well as sales. Review the book on Amazon or another site to help it pass the metric of success and be recognized by publishers and retailers.
The moment youβve all been waiting for has finally arrived. The official prompt list for 2026 is HERE!
Grab your favorite notebook, settle in with a warm drink, and take a look at what we have lined up for this year.
Which prompt are you most excited to tackle first? Let me know below. β¨
π 2026 Event Prompt List
"I told you, I'm fine." / Loss of Balance
"When was the last time you actually slept?" / Sensory Overload
"Stop talking for a second." / Pharmacy Run
"I can handle it." / Lab Results
"You look pale." / Chronic Illness/Injury
"You feel warm." "I know." / Sharing a Bed
"I made coffee/tea." / Tired Caretaker
"Don't look at me like that." / Too Busy To Stop Working/Moving
"Let me help you." / Anxiety/Panic Attack
"Just sit down before you fall down." / Overworked
"You don't have to carry this by yourself." / Fever Induced Confession
"Just give me five minutes." / Hiding An Illness
"Everything is vibrating. Please stop talking." / Shaking Hands
"I'm just tired." / Burning the Candle at Both Ends
"I am completely capable of doing my job." / Brain Fog
βI was just trying to help.β / Exhausted Silence
"Everything is too loud." / Sleep Deprivation
"How long was I out?" / Waking up disoriented
"It's just a headache, drop it." / A cold compress.
"I didn't realize how bad it was until I sat down." / Uncontrollable shivering.
"Can you turn the lights down?" / Fluffy Blanket
"I don't think I can get up from here." / Warm drink
"I've handled worse than this." / New Medication
"I didn't think it would hit this fast." / Contlagion
"Hold onto me for a second, the floor is moving." / Stomach Virus
"My brain won't shut up." / Relapse
"Don't treat me like I'm fragile." / Loss of Fine Motor Skills
"I can't remember the word for it..." / Failed Masking
"I think I'm awake, but I'm not sure." / Wired but Tired
"Is it just me?" / Hot Flashes
"Just rest." / Tunnel Vision
π Alternate Prompts
"Did I already say that out loud?"
"It's fine, it's just a seasonal thing."
"I don't need a doctor, I need an hour of silence."
"Everything is just... too much right now."
"I didn't mean to snap at you."
Ringing Ears
Nausea
Fight or Flight
Fever Dreams
Abandoned Tasks
Hey everyone, a quick note from me.
You might have noticed things have been a bit quiet around here lately, and the prompt list didnβt quite make the midnight debut like it was supposed to. Life got a little crazy behind the scenes, and the scheduled posts simply didn't happen. Iβm really sorry for keeping you all waiting!
Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking around. The prompts are officially up now, and Iβm incredibly excited to see what everyone creates this year.
Let's ease into it and make this event a great one! β¨
CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump, forced nudity, humiliation
βMy dear, my dear.β Cecilia tsked, shaking her head slowly. βI think you havenβt been practicing enough. Look, thereβs some slack here.β
βYes, Mistress.β The brown-haired romantic nodded gracefully. βI will adress it at once.β
His quick, nimble fingers flew along the rope, adjusting and tightening, making sure each loop was perfectly even.
βThatβs better. Letβs take a step back to admire your handiwork, shall we?β
Obediently, Absalom stood beside her, both of them looking at the guard dog in the centre of the room.
Brutus was completely naked.
He stood barefoot on the cold, tiled floor. It was obvious from the flaming red of his cheeks, and the way he struggled to keep every breath smooth and even, that this was not a pleasurable activity for him. From time to time, panic rose in his dark eyes. So far, he had succeeded in fighting it down again and again.
The red silk rope artfully wrapped around his chest and arms, keeping his elbows together and his back straight. His palms were pressed together in a prayer position behind his back.
The red rope contrasted against the bronze skin of his sun-tanned arms, the paler gold colour of his round buttocks and flat stomach, the curly dark hair on his chest and the deeper, longer hair around his groin and under his arms. The burgundy shade of the rope matched almost perfectly the red chrysanthemums in the red and white tattoo wrapping around his lower arm.
Cecilia nodded. βNot bad.β She stepped closer to Brutus, caressing her hand down the middle of his chest. Ignoring the way the bound man shivered at her touch. βNow,β she looked back at Absalom. βWhat do you suggest that we do with his legs?β
wij day 3 | prompt: restraints | @whumpmasinjuly-archive
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wij day 3 | prompt: restraints | just a little scene set in my Pet Safety series | @whumpmasinjuly-archive
Bradley tells adventure stories.
No content warnings, just, family Woodward is a mess, and Rosa is traumatized. Set in the BBU.
"Ooooh no, now, the evil dragons are reeeeeeally angry that Captain Raccoon and Rosa broke into the space fortress and that they got away with the princess, and thenβ¦"
Rosa smiled softly as Bradley didn't stop babbling. He gestured at his stuffed animals, mimicked dramatic explosions, let the lego starship they'd built together fly at the glowing stars over his bed with sputtering noises that no starship should possibly make. The boy looked like his Dad, from the soft mop of straight black hair to the light brown skin and the wild intelligence sparkling in his eyes. But while Cory used his sharp wits to terrorize everyone around him (and to earn a fortune), Bradley's imagination was caught up in creativity and adventure stories. She wished he'd stay like that forever. She was sure he wouldn't.
"Rosa!" He pulled at her hand. "Rosa, nooooo, I said you need to hide! The evil dragon has seen you! Phooooooooooooooosh, she's breathing fire!"
"Oh no! They hit me!" Rosa dove back into the game. She grabbed her pink cape, the same one Bradley and Captain Raccoon wore, she'd sewn them herself back in the Laundry Room, and shook it dramatically. "My cape is on fire!"
Bradley giggled in delight. "You're losing your superpowers! Oh no! You can't fly! Madam Dragon will catch you!" He lowered his voice into a dangerous hiss, to impersonate the attacking Dragon. "Rooooooss-sss-sssa, you can't essssscape!"
Her blood froze in her veins.
She couldn't move.
The plush dragon crashed into her face.
"You lossssst, har har har!"
Rosa's legs gave in. Her knees landed on legos and the requisites for an intergalactic battle. It felt like cold, flat white tiles.
"Please," she breathed.
"You sssssssought you could get away wissssss the Princesssss?" It wasn't Bradley's childish voice. It wasn't Madam Dragon's fictional voice. It was Cory's voice, Renee's voices, the voices of the handlers, and it was real, and it was true, and it was consuming her, and the Princess suddenly had a name that was lodged in deep in Rosa's heart.
"You're our prissssssoner now, and foreveeeer."
A wooden clank echoed from behind her, like the handle of a skipping rope dropping on a wooden floor, which was odd, because there was no wood in the facilities, there were tiles and metal and cold cruel hands.
"You need to fight, Rosa", the voice of a kid whispered into her ear, while the toy rope was sloppily wound around her wrists. "Come on, you need to fight, or they catch the princess!"
She knew how it ended.
The restraints were too tight. The fight was over, before it had started.
The princess was lost.
Rosa was the dragons' forever.
Her eyes were too dry to cry.
"Rosa?" Bradley whispered.
"Rosa?" Cory pushed open the door. Sucked in a sharp breath. Started to laugh. "Oh Bradley, my boy," he mumbled. "You really are your mother's child after all. Come on, kid. Let me show you, how to tie knots that really hold."
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βif you love this character then you must make her happy in your fics, right?β wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately
Disability pride month oc ask game!βΎοΈπ¦»π§βπ¦―π§βπ¦Όπ§βπ¦½
[Inclusive of physical, mental and neurological ones. This includes mental illness and forms of neurodivergence]
1. Which oc became disabled over the course of their life? How did they adjust?
2. Which oc has a congenital condition? (something present from birth)
3. Which oc uses mobility aids? Which ones?
4. Does your setting or lore have a disability that doesn't exist in the real world, but would be classified as disabling in the story? Tell us about it!
5. Which nonhuman oc is disabled? How?
6. Does your oc deal with internalized ableism? How about ableism from peers?
7. What is your ocs go-to for comfort when dealing with their symptoms (mental and/or physical)
8. Does your oc have official diagnoses? Do their conditions fit any existing ones?
9. Which oc is undiagnosed? Why?
10. Which oc has a demonized/misunderstood mental illness or condition? How do they cope?
11. How do the characters around them deal with your oc being disabled? Does this create conflict?
12. What does your oc wish could be done about their disability? By the medical system or just the people around them
13. How does your oc feel talking about their disability or symptoms to other characters? Do they keep to themself or are they open about it?
14. Does your oc know other disabled people? What are their dynamics like?
15. Does your oc decorate or personalize their aid tools? Alternatively do they keep track of their condition in some way?
16. What has helped your oc the most with their disability, be it other peoples support or certain aids and treatments
17. Share about some event, routine or treatment that's central to your oc and their condition!
18. Do you share any conditions with your oc? (physical, mental, ect)
19. What disabilities Or mental conditions do you wish there was more representation of?
20. What is something new you've learned about with having a disabled oc?
21. Have people had weird reactions or things to say about your disabled oc? Share!
22. What is a disability trope that pisses you off in media?
