#sel!rob

welcome to Rob's Corner! asks are always encouraged, and I love to interact with people :)

stuff i write:

wing whump, superhero whump, parent figure caretaker + whumpee, child figure caretaker + whumpee (depends on the series), pretty much anything i damn well please.

ask games:

rob's corner whump asks (status: active)

AUs

Millhaven (main universe, whumpees and caretakers switch around a lot. they're all sad.)

Day 17: Abandoned

Day 27: Wiping away tears

Fall From Grace (superhero au: winged parental villain whumpee, ex-hero caretaker, hero whumper)

Character picrews + Character Sheets

Song lyrics (ask)

💜 anon Ask 1

Day 1: Going into shock

Day 2: Helping an escape

Day 3: Gentle wound care

Day 4: Walking them home

Day 5: Lies

Day 6: Failed escape

Day 7: Hair pulling

Day 8: Losing grounding in reality

Day 9: Offering a hand

Day 10: Watching TV together

Day 11: "I know exactly what you need"

Day 12: "There's nothing to apologize for"

Day 13: "Do you have any idea what I've done for you?"

Day 14: Stumbling

Day 15: Dislocation

Day 16: Knees buckling

Day 18: "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry"

Day 19: "Please don't touch me"

Day 20: Gaslit into doubting reality

Day 22: Toxic

Day 23: Brutal breakdown

Day 24: Defiance

Day 25: "I would say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying"

Day 26: Painful wound care

Day 28: Anger borne of worry

Day 29: Presumed dead

Day 30: "Missed me?"

Fall From Grace masterlist continued here

Scientia et Labor (winged lab whumpee, scientist caretaker)

Day 21: Heavy shackles

Day 43: Impaled

May I Come In? (human whumpee, winged vampire caretaker)

Day 47: Tied to a pole in the sun

Out of Their Element (very young (about 13) servant whumpee, parental winged royal caretaker)

Day 46: Whipping

Day 95: Muffled screams

Day 101: Bedside vigil

Day 107: Waking up disoriented

Day 108: "Please, sit down"

Day 109: Strangled

Day 112: Denial

Day 113: Hypothermia

Day 114: First time being treated for wounds

Day 116: "You're making a mess"

Day 117: Reverting back

Day 120: "I didn't know you felt that way"

Day 121: Blood-covered hands

Beretta (henchmen whumpee(s), boss caretaker (+fellow henchmen caretaker)

Day 45: Taking bullets in their place

Taglists

365 day writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz

Media/universe: Scientia et Labor (OCs) (non-ffg writing?? in this economy??)

“Shit-” Rob dropped his flashlight and camera, dimly processing the sound of the lens shattering. “Fuck, are you okay? What happened to you?”

The figure curled in on themselves, arms crossed over their bare stomach. Rob realized with a guilty jolt that their mouth was forced shut by a wire muzzle, gleaming in the light of Rob’s cracked flashlight.

“Hold on,” Rob said apologetically, reaching up slowly toward the clasps on either side of their shadowed face. They stood obediently still, letting him remove the painful contraption and watching as he threw it to the side. “Better?”

The stranger nodded, taking a deep breath. “Thank you, sir,” they said, voice raspy from disuse.

Rob blinked. “Uh- you don’t have to call me that,” he assured. “Can I get you off of there?” He gestured to the stone block they were standing on.

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright,” he sighed, figuring he could address the ‘sir’ thing later. “I’m going to help you down, okay?”

Fear flashed over the person’s face for just a moment before they corrected themselves. “Yes, sir.”

“Is something preventing you from getting down safely?” Rob tried, leaning to pick up his flashlight. He shone it over the stranger’s legs and torso, but couldn’t see anything that would stop them from moving.

“The pins, sir.”

“Pins? What-”

Rob gasped as the light fell over the wall beside the person. Two giant, golden-brown wings were spread over the stone, stained with dried blood and dust. He barely had time to process them before he realized why they were positioned so stiffly; two sharp metal pins were stuck into each wing, driven straight through the feather and muscle into the wall behind them.

“Fuck,” Rob breathed, hands beginning to shake. “Jesus, how- who did this to you?”

The person frowned as though it was obvious. “My masters, sir.”

i didn't proofread this so hopefully it doesn't suck

Media/universe: Scientia et Labor (OCs) (thats right, DIFFERENT universe today)

“Hold on, let me-” Rob gently readjusted Sage’s wings, trying to see the restraints better. They whined, their aching joints stretched and bent uncomfortably.

A large metal shackle bound the top of their wings, making them completely unable to unfold into a comfortable position. Two metal rods stretched to another loop near the base of their back, rendering all other movements impossible.

“Hold on, let me find the lock-” Being careful to 

Rob searched the rest of the contraption, but there didn’t seem to be a padlock or keyhole anywhere. The skin around the metal was raw and burned, and Rob realized with a shudder that some of it stuck to the metal unnaturally.

“Did they weld this onto you?”

Sage shrugged, the motion scraping metal across their already sore skin. “Maybe.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rob breathed, leaning back. “Okay, uh- I can’t get it off here, I don’t have any tools. Are you okay wearing it home?

They nodded, glancing over their shoulder at Rob. “Thank you,” they said quietly, voice hoarse.

“Of course, Sage. I promise I’ll make this better.”