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 doesn’t expect to become his captive for three years. And when Silver rescues her at a party… well, the only thing she’s absolutely sure is better is that they don’t have a basement. They don’t have much of anything, actually. And she doesn’t 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
Túathal, 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 Túathal 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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Or, Rhus tries really hard to put all his eggs in one basket
Contains: starvation mention, but this one's pretty fluffy
"Hey kid, you wanna do some chores with me?"
Rhus looked up, head tilted slightly, at the sound of Spruce's voice, then glanced back down at the bone he'd been gnawing on.
"Nobody's gonna take the bone. You can put it in the fridge. And we'll have breakfast when we get back inside."
He nodded and put his bone away. He wasn't hungry, not anymore, but he was teething.
Bones were better to chew on than wood.
And… last time he left a bone out, Wicker stepped on it and had a fit and he'd been sure he'd get kicked out.
He trotted back to Spruce's side, tail wagging, and pressed his head into their hand, and they scratched behind his ears just the way he liked. He'd do anything, anything, if it meant he got to stay.
Putting a bone away instead of leaving it on the floor was a small ask.
Wicker hadn't even been mad at him. Had apologized for getting loud.
He'd still gotten the bone back later.
He was moving much better now than he had been at first. His shoulder was finally holding in place now, his back was mostly healed. The ache in his knees had subsided, his cough was gone.
Spruce handed him a basket and he carried it proudly.
"Birds first," they instructed.
Rhus nodded and followed along at their side.
He'd seen the chickens before, but from a distance. They roamed the property as they pleased.
"Not for eating," Spruce had told him the first day he felt well enough to be outside.
He'd… kept his distance, afraid of making a mistake. But now they were going right up to them.
"Can you open their door for me?"
Rhus nodded. He could hear, could smell, could taste the birds inside. Chickens and ducks and pheasants, and—
He opened the door and they all ran and flew past him in a flurry of feathers.
His blood was rushing in his ears and his brain was screaming at him to catch one and eat it, what if you don't have another chance stupid boy!
But Spruce was patting him on the shoulder and telling him he did a good job. Spruce would feed him. Spruce always fed him. He would eat again, he wasn't even hungry now.
"Can you go in and grab the eggs? You can put them in the basket."
Right! The basket. His tail started to wag once again as Spruce followed him inside. His mouth was watering— he tried to ignore it. He had a job to do.
He almost did it. He grabbed almost all of the eggs, browns and whites and creams and blues and greens, and put them safely in the basket… but he shoved the last egg into his mouth.
He'd crunched and swallowed it before he realized what he'd done and immediately dropped to his knees.
Spruce sighed and picked him back up.
"You'll kill your knees doing that, kiddo. C'mon."
"But I. I ate. Without permission."
"You shoved one of, what, thirty eggs in your mouth."
"Yes, please correct me."
"You've been starved your whole life and successfully put twenty-nine eggs in the basket."
Spruce knelt in front of him and a tiny whimper escaped him.
"Did you enjoy the egg?"
"It… eggs are better how Katy makes them."
Spruce laughed and Rhus's tail started to wag, still hesitant.
"You're… you're really not mad?"
"Nah, kid. Come here." They opened their arms and Rhus collapsed into the hug, tail wagging wildly.
"You won't kill a bird, right?"
Rhus shook his head. "No, never."
"Good boy."
Spruce scooped him up and he melted into his arms.
He rode on Spruce's shoulders as they went through the rest of the morning chores. Feeding the livestock, milking the goats and cows, checking their greenhouse. Then they returned to the house.
It smelled like food.
Of course it did. Spruce had promised breakfast after chores. Spruce didn't lie.
They set him down and he raced to the kitchen and wiggled up into his chair. It was taller than the others, so he could sit at the table with them.
"Good morning, cubbo." Wicker scratched the back of his neck and his foot thumped against his chair, and then Katy set a mug of hot cocoa in front of him and coffee in front of Wicker.
Wicker was writing something, but Rhus could barely read, and certainly didn't understand Wicker's shorthand, or the way he skipped from journal to journal, so he didn't try.
He watched Spruce sit down on Wicker's other side, watched Wicker lean into them with a purr.
Everyone was so nice here. They were all nice to each other and nice to him and when they'd noticed he had nightmares, they let him sleep with them like a real pack instead of leaving him alone.
Like a real pack where he was wanted, and not just a sacrifice to an absent goddess.
And they fed him. They always made sure he wasn't hungry. He giggled in excitement when Katy set a plate of eggs and pancakes and fruit and bacon in front of him. And then in front of everyone else, because that plate was all for him and everyone got to eat.
And the eggs Katy cooked were so much better than the raw egg he'd eaten that morning.
He dove in immediately, then watched with wide eyes as Wicker meticulous poured syrup over his and Spruce's pancakes and then offered the bottle to him.
He tried to copy Wicker's technique— he was much clumsier.
But it was so good.
He ended up getting seconds, he usually did, because that was an option now, and poured even more syrup over them.
He heard Spruce laugh and wagged his tail because here, laughter was good.
Laughter was good and he would always get to eat and he was safe.
Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the roots of the hair and wrenched their head back so they could speak in their ear, while their other hand ran down Whumpee's torso.
“You have no idea what it means for me to have my hands on you. Not really. Would you like to find out?”
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"get up." a light nudge followed by a kick to their abdomen. "get up."
whumpee shakes their head. curls up tighter into themself. what's the point, if all that awaits them is more endless agony anyways?
a low cry of despair slips past their lips as whumper grabs their hair and pulls them up. "I said," two heavy slaps followed by a warning squeeze to the back of their throat. "get the fuck up."
whumpee trembles, trembles, trembles. tasting blood, feeling it dribble past their chin. it won't stop. what's the point?
Whumpee grits her teeth, holding back a whimper as the stranger probes her injury. She's brisk, not cruel, but it hardly matters - the damage runs too deep. Whumpee braces for what the stranger will demand of her, and dares to hope. She has been merciful thus far. In this state, Whumpee can't offer much; can barely stand, she knows, without incurring further damage.
The stranger hisses through her teeth. "Okay. It's okay." It's a strange tone for orders, but she's clearly talking to Whumpee. "Can you walk?"
Whumpee's heart drops. She knows the right choice here - the only choice.
I love magic that just uses energy from the caster, like, normal style. Not life energy or soul energy or something, just the kind that needs to be replenished with sleep and food. Used to use this a lot for exhaustion whump, and today I'm thinking about one of my OCs losing her superpowers from starvation (in her case, the power is creating and controlling electricity). I think she's canonically gotten to a point where her powers were unreliable to activate and weak when they did, but I also want to make it possible - though she's never been in this state canonically - for her body to just shut off electricity production entirely. Non-essential function, goodbye. And then you're stuck without powers in a situation where you need them more than ever!
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#been thinking lately about a secondary whumper and whumpee being placed in their care#not true care. not intended to be. something like a handler being assigned a living weapon or whumper's friend being called in to 'pet-sit'#and they Do Not Want The Responsibility and think they're gonna be bored#until ☝️ they casually get touchy with whumpee - idly playing with their hair and stuff#and whumpee (normally very stoic and/or putting up a performance) reacts uncontrollably#leaning into the touch. chasing it#temporary whumper is like 👀 and ends up cupping their face experimentally#and whumpee doesn't obviously breaks character but a tear rolls from their eye#and whumper is like 👀👀. oh this is gonna be more fun than i thought.#thumbs away the tear and proceeds to ruthlessly manipulate whumpee 🫠
whumpees (especially living weapons, though this is more broadly applicable) with terrible interoception are great, but also: whumpee who is precisely aware of their physical condition. be it through experience, training, cyborg/robot whumpee with performance readings in their HUD... they know exactly how much further they can push themself until they actually hit a wall. as they see it, any signals from their body in the meantime are empty complaints, which they fully intend to ignore.
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