Underhill

We all hit those blah writing days. Your fingers are ready, your doc is open... and your brain goes static. That’s where writing exercises come in — small creative boosts to shake off the dust and get back into your story flow. Here are six to try when your words feel stuck in traffic.

1. The 5-Minute Word Sprint

Pick a random word (use a generator or close your eyes and point at a book), set a 5-minute timer, and write anything involving that word. No stopping, no deleting.

2. Dialogue Without Context

Write a short convo between two people. No descriptions. No setting. Just back-and-forth lines.

3. Rewrite a Scene in Another Genre

Take a scene from your current story and flip the genre. Drama becomes comedy. Fantasy becomes sci-fi. Romance becomes horror.

4. Describe a Place Using the Five Senses — No Sight Allowed

Can’t mention what anything looks like. Only sound, touch, smell, taste, and intuition.

5. Character Swap POVs

Write a paragraph from the POV of a side character reacting to your main character. Bonus if the POV is brutally honest or completely wrong.

6. One Line Story Hooks

Write 3 one-sentence story starters that make you want to keep writing. (Example: “I woke up married to my enemy, and worse — he knew it before I did.”)

Stoic whumpee spending hours in the shower after being reunited with the team because it's the only place they can break down with guaranteed privacy.

Whumpee being too tired to wash themselves standing up so they sit on the floor (then accidentally falling asleep, leading Caretaker to break down the door in panic in case Whumpee was hurt).

Caretaker sitting outside the door to provide support for a whumpee with water related trauma.

Caretaker getting in the shower with Whumpee to help them wash because they're not strong enough to do it alone yet.

Whumpee turning the shower to extreme temperatures (hot or cold) to stop feeling numb or to distract from their feelings being out of control.

Whumpee not showering for ages after being rescued because they're not used to being allowed to.

Caretaker's water bills running astronomically high because Whumpee keeps dissociating and spending hours in the shower every day.

And then there was Field Punishment #2, which was implemented if the army was on the move. The soldier being punished would march along with the rest of his comrades, but with his arms tied behind his back.

Agh, this is just exactly the kind of whump I crave, gives me whumperflies just thinking about it...

P.S. There's literally a whole movie about it, it's called Field Punishment No. 1 and is extremely whumpy...

They can stand, they're not choking or anything. IT's not even that tight. But the longer they stand the more exhausted they get. But they just...can't sit down. Pass out form exhaustion and you start choking.

It's so simple but so elegant and effective to completely exhaust and frighten someone. Especially when you account for whumpee's irrational fear of tripping over nothing while holding completely still kicks in. Is whumper watching them? Will they help whumpee stand again if they fall? How long will they be stuck like this???

Want something new and whumpy to read? Look no further! Here’s some of the best of the best:

Kidnapp/captive whump:

• MoneyMakers - @coldresolve

• In the woods somewhere - @knivestothroats

• Professional//Victim - @victimeyez

• The Professionals - @knivestothroats & @victimeyez

• SV-240 - @galaxywhump

• Felix and the man - @blurryeyeswhump

• Guns for hire - @avvail-whumps

• Consequence of action - @squishablesunbeam

• Play pretend - @oddsconvert

• Forever be mine - @montammil

• Home is where the hurt is - @whumblr

• Tavi & Damien - @spookyboywhump

• Brother’s keeper - @darkthingshappen

• Cat and mouse - @t0rture-memoved

• A taste of your own medicine - @oddsconvert

• Fifty-eight days - @peachy-panic

• A lamb in the woods - @ex1ledbrethren

• The rare bookseller - @oliversrarebooks

• 340 Days - Moneyfraud

• Dangerous savior - Tenuous

• His boys - Pissedoffeskimo

• The little voice - Redsilverbeet

Pet whump:

• Z2 - @deluxewhump

• Max and Carlo - @deluxewhump

• Seven - @whump-queen

• Love/Joey - @highwaywhump

• Wren/Zander - @spookyboywhump

• Solitaire - @doumidas-whumps

• Do no harm - @peachy-panic

• Kane & Jim - @whumpsday

• Niner - @milk-carton-whump

• Brody - @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

• Dax - @ocean-blue-whump

• Whispers in the dark - Krynn_Evergreen

Comment if you have any recommendations of your own! 👇

How does whumpee feel leading up to the execution, before it arrives at the location? Dread? Denial?

Why is whumpee being executed?

What physical state is whumpee in? What clothes, what wounds, what last meals (if any for all)?

What does the crowd feel, if there is one? What's the atmosphere? Are they excited to see a villain felled, or does whumpee represent their interests against the executioners?

Which of whumpee's friends are there for its final moments? Which aren't? Do they stage an escape attempt?

Does whumpee get last words? Why or why not?

How is whumpee being executed? Is it painful? What does whumpee feel?

What are whumpee's final thoughts and emotions? What sensations does it feel last, whose eyes does it meet?

Where's the execution site? What does it look like as whumpee is in it? Is this different from normal?

How do the executioners feel about killing whumpee? Reluctant? Gleeful? Solemn? Bored?

What does execution feel like?

• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...

Big scary living weapon whumpee following around their little old lady caretaker ready to defend her with his life on her trips to the grocery store after she saw him sitting in the rain and brought him in for tea.

He’s at least two feet taller than her and built like a tank, meant to fight and destroy and kill but she just politely asks if he’ll carry the big bag of cat food to the car as she’s “not as young as she once was”. He carries the cat food and doesn’t feel sick to his stomach following orders any more.

She retired years ago but still keeps up her errands, writing letters and playing cards with her other lady friends, all of whom coo and fawn over him (after their initial concern) and he becomes the recipient of many a homemade craft. His closet overflows with grandma sweaters and his bed is layered with quilts, and it’s the first time he’s been surrounded by such softness and warmth. And they never have to worry about having some big strong man to help get their Christmas decorations out of the attic.

He calls her Miss and ma’am, as if he was afraid of her name, while she calls him honey like it was his name. He likes it better. There were no bad memories tied to “honey”, only those of tea and cookies in her mismatched kitchen chairs and walks down to the park when the weather was nice.

Wolf hybrid who is sooooo excited to experience his bunny hybrid partners first heat. So excited that he vastly underestimates just how horny bunnies are in heat.

He's expecting his cute little bunny partner (you) to cry and beg for his knot. Which you do and he knots and cums inside you twice but then right after his knot deflates you look up at him and go "Again?"

He's a little tired but he can't say no to you...

Until it's the sixth fucking round and you're still bouncing on his very overstimulated cock. He knows it's very bad to interrupt a bunny while they're so deep in heat but he might just pass out and you're so lost in the sauce you might just keep going if he does.

He needs to think of a way to satisfy you that won't literally kill him. He gets an idea and reaches for his phone. It's really embarrassing but the best thing he can think of at that moment is to open the group chat, aptly named "The Boys", and hastily text:

[Hey guys can u come over]

[I need sum help with something]

Wolfdog hybrid who was surrendered time and time again due to his behavioral issues. Who could not stay with a family more than a few weeks.

The shelter tried to beg you to rethink adopting him. He was a lost cause they said. Not only did you not believe them, it made you even more determined to adopt him.

Wolfdog hybrid who genuinely expected he would be sleeping somewhere outside. As he always did. His brain genuinely shortcut when he realized he was given his own room in the house. Although he would rather eat glass than admit your kindness got under his skin.

Wolfdog hybrid who doesn’t speak much. He will mumble a “thanks..” when you feed him. He would never admit how much he loves the food. It’s the best he’s ever had. He never expected you to go out of your way to cook nutritious meals suited just for him.

Wolfdog hybrid who slowly, but surely, will glue himself to you. At first he will just be in the same room, then he will sit closer and closer until finally he is nuzzled into you.

Wolfdog hybrid who will not sleep without you. At first he would sneak into your room and sleep on the floor, thinking you’d kick him out if you saw him. When you didn’t, even more, when you told him not to sleep on the floor and get in bed? He’s done for. Hugs you so tight to his chest, mumbling “mine mine mine”.

Wolfdog hybrid who will insist on watching you shower under the pretext of “what if you slip and fall and die?”. But he knows it’s more than that. He won’t scare you with it yet.

Wolfdog hybrid who jerks off until it hurts while nuzzling your clothes when you’re not home. He wants you so bad, but he also wants to be good for you. Doesn’t want to scare you with how feral he is for you yet. So for now, he settles. Whenever you’re away, he will take your dirty clothes from the laundry basket and muffle his moans with them while he strokes his cock until it’s painful to even get hard anymore.

So. I have written all 10 of the alt prompts, ive just been hit with uni work so I will be a lot slower at posting them all. This one is not really edited so there may be mistakes.

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Warnings: There aren't major warnings for this, other than Viggo being an asshole?

Word Count: 2563

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Summary: They're at the hunters main camp, and still trying to hide Lex from the rest of the hunters. Lex knows that there is something up with Viggo but he reluctantly behaves himself.

warnings: death & reanimation, medical experimentation

the first time he dies it's an accident. he is restrained to a medical table, an array of needles and machines hooked into his right arm. he doesn't know what any of it is, and even if he could ask he would never get an answer. alsksey is watching from a chair in the corner of the room, fingers steepled to his lips, as several people in white lab coats putter around kaey, checking the various machines. it was just another round of experiments, something he was unfortunately used to. but when one of the doctors turns to kaey and carefully injects him with a needle full of opaque liquid he hears a voice resound through his head. something isn't right.

above the flourescent lights flicker, and suddenly kaey feels like the air has been sucked from his lungs. his skin is simultaneously icy and burning, vibrating, aching. body siezing, he gasps, trying in vain desperation to pull himself free of his restraints. there are tears in his eyes, but no sound escapes him. squeezing his eyes shut, he reaches out for the shadow. make it stop.

his wish is granted. his eyes open as he draws a final, ragged breath into lungs that do not fill as they should. aleksey is on his feet, demanding answers, the attendants in a flurry to provide them. they don't know what went wrong. then aleksey is shouting, berating them, telling them they cannot allow him to die. but before they can move to try and revive kaey the lights in the room flicker and go out, the machines going dark. the darkness around them is oppressive and thick.

after a few moments kaey gasps, consciousness returning to his eyes as the lights of the room slowly flicker back to full brightness. his whole body aches, and the air in his lungs feels stale and cottony. when it dawns on him that he has just died he chokes, tears burning at the corners of his eyes, though he fights to deter them knowing aleksey watched.

but as the doctors scrambled around him, checking his vitals, trying to understand what had just occurred, aleksey does the unexpected. he goes to kaeys side, leaning over him carefully, gaze searching him as if he will find an explanation. kaey shrinks back, wincing at the feel of the man's hand on his arm, and watches him warily, uncertain of what response he can expect. reaching out, aleksey wipes a tear from the corner of kaeys eye and smiles down at him, cups his chin. "it's alright. you've done something extraordinary." he says with a smile, and kaey automatically fears the look he sees in his mentors eyes. he knows what was to come.