Hey there! I'm Katie ^^ Welcome to my blog! I write and draw whumpy stuff. (Mostly lab Whump) I'm also working on a book called Asa's Light. (Feel free to ask, but be warned, I will infodump)
The LRA (Light Research Association) is an organization dedicated to the containment and study of individuals with LIT3 gene-related mutation(s) (commonly known as "Light"). Approximately 1 in 1,000,000,000 births are Light positive. Under federal law, all individuals with Light are to be fully surrendered to LRA care. Failure to do so can result in fines and/or incarceration.
If you or someone you know is aware of an individual with Light and turn them in willingly, you may be entitled to a monetary reward.
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Welcome to the world of Asa's Light! If you like angst, lab whump, and crying, you've come to the right place. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! And if you have any requests/writing prompts, I am always open!
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Slammed into the coffee table by the arm twisted around their back and whumpee chuckles, eyes looking toward whumper, though they canât quite see them. Whumper pins their other hand to the table by the wrist.
âI upset you that bad, huhâach!â they break off as whumper twists harder, and whumpeeâs body reflexively twists away in panic and pain, but whumper stops them with a knee to their side and pushes even harder.
âWait wait wait Iâm not struggling, Iâm not strugglING FUCK YOU,â whumpee gasps harshly as the pressure increases. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! Fuck! Iâm sorry, pleaseâŚâÂ
The pressure lets up just a little.
Whumpee grimaces, freezing in place, hoping theyâll release them. Whumper removes his knee from their side, and whumpee forces themselves to stay in the same position, panting with little vocal breaths that begin to come in shudders.
âBegging, are we?â Whumper grins.
Whumpee groans and stomps the back of their foot into the carpet under their legs angrily.
âStill throwing a fit?â The pressure increases and whumpee whines, unconsciously shifting away before they stop themselves and force themselves to shift back.
âPle-hease,â they let out a single sob by accident.Â
âPlease what?âÂ
âI donât know what you want from me.â A tear drips down over whumpeeâs nose.
âYes you do.â The pressure increases, whumpee struggles, the knee comes back, the twist gets harder until something pops and whumpee screams.
âI want you to stop! Please stop!â The cries sizzle through their teeth as more tears flow now.
âDo you?â Whumper asks.
Whumpee screams again.
âOkay FINE, fuck you! Iâm begging!â
Whumper laughs.Â
âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that!â
âShut up.â Whumper releases them a little, listening to them cry, voice breaking in sobs, gasps hitching in their shoulders. âNot like that.â
âI-Iâm sorry sir, I broke the rules, I talked back, I-Iâum, Iâm just sorry! Okay?â Whumpee bites back another âfuck youâ and adds, âIâm beggingâIâm begging you to let me go!âÂ
Their head is lifting off the glass table and whumper lets go of their wrist to slam it down by the temple.
Whumpeeâs free hand clenches but they donât move.Â
âI want you to remember this,â whumper says.
Whumpee wants to scream curses at them.
âYes sir,â they say through a broken voice. Every second is agony.Â
âWhen I touch your wrist, thatâs a reminder. Donât waste my time with your bullshit again.â
Oh, so you get to curse, but I have to be little miss prissy over here.Â
Whumpee nods against the palm on their temple. In case that isnât enough, they add,
âYes, it doesâŚâ
Slowly their wrist is being released. Thank God for that. Thank God itâs slow because fucking shit, it hurts even more now. Like the injuries are just registering. Whumpee gasps and bites their lip so they donât scream again. They donât want to piss off whumper any more than they have. Whumper finally releases them, stepping back, and whumpee grinds their teeth at what theyâre about to do, without even being told.Â
They get their knees under them, lean onto them, and shuffle around to face whumper, bowing and cradling their wrist.
âWhat do we say?â Whumper asks.
Good, he liked that. Fuck him.
Whumpee shudders, trying not to even growl in anger. Everything they feel, everything, has to be shut down or whumper will hurt them even worse.
âThââ whumpee gasps for another breath, steeling their will. âThank you.â
In no particular order: Roswell, Dark Angels, Old Guard, the OA, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gen V, Iron Fist, Captain America Winter Soldier, the X-Files
I love rewatching edits Iâve made bc of course I made them for me first and if itâs been long enough Iâll think âwow this is REALLY goodâ which makes sense bc I made it for an audience of me. Still delights me though
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âI donât know; biting me seems pretty damn defiant.â
âYou grabbed its muzzle. What did you expect?â Zâdar sighed, though an undercurrent of anger colored the medicâs words. âHow would you like it if I grabbed your face?â
âWe fucking saved it from that hellhole. The least it could do is - is be cooperative.â Maniah winced as Zâdar cut the stitches and began to smooth bandages around her arm.
âIt doesnât know who we are, why we took it, or what to expect. We arenât exactly nonthreatening.â Zâdarâs clawed fingers worked deftly, layering a second bandage.
ââŚwhat the hell do you suggest we do? Caldea sedated the little bugger but that barely kept it down long enough to get me out of that containment unit with my arm still attached.â Maniah rose from the medical table, her tendrils curling in pain. âItâs hurt and needs help. What are we supposed to do if it wonât let us help? Just watch it die from its wounds?â
ââŚno. I want to try something.â
âWith a human? Be my guest.â
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Esra couldnât keep this up. She had lost too much blood and she was too cold and tired and hungry to keep jumping at every creature that came up to the glass. Most of them just watched her. Like an animal in a cage.
(She knew she was, certainly to these creatures, but that didnât make the dehumanizing shame of it all any easier to swallow.)
The last thing that came in here left bleeding - at least, she assumed the acidic blue lymph left behind by her bites was its equivalent of blood. She had hoped that would keep the others away. But it hadnât. Esra raised her head, trembling in spite of the urge to seem strong as she bared her teeth.
The other creatures seemed much more dangerous, hulking and armored and clawed. Part of her almost regretted going after the translucent, cephalopod-like creature that had wrapped her up in its jelly-soft arms. It was outside of her unit now, the arm she had bitten compressed in soft white bandages.
(Her previous captors never bothered to bandage their wounded prizes. Her own body bore the marks of that careless greed.)
But the tentacled creature didnât reenter her containment unit, apparently watching as a new creature slipped through the clear, chambered airlocks. Esraâs eyes grew wide with terror at the sight.
It was massive, as long as a limousine and standing well over a story high. The monster barely had any clearance between its head and the ceiling of Esraâs containment unit. It seemed quadrupedal, though itâs forelimbs sported articulated, clawed digits. Its crested skull ended in a rounded but razor sharp bill, surely strong enough to tear her limb from limb.
She scrambled backwards, as best she could with her already battered body.
But it didnât chase. It didnât corner her like the last creature, didnât snag her with a barbed tendril and draw her close.
Instead, the massive beingâŚlaid down. At least, it reclined, dropping to its belly but keeping its massive skull off the ground.
Esra knew better than to assume it was safe. An animalistic snarl growled in the back of her throat. (She hadnât spoked in so long. She remembered how, but her voice was shredded from screaming. From begging.) The creature tilted its head, as though listening intently to her desperate, pained howl of defiance.
The beaked mouth of the beast clacked softly, but in the large, empty space of the containment unit it echoed menacingly. (Mockingly.) She had no escape. She doubted she could even injure this thing before it snapped her up and swallowed her whole -
It laid its head down, and rolled.
Esra was so confused and so startled she forgot to fear the massive creature. Itâs colorful scaled throat was bared to her, the intricate patterns delicately etched into thin skin. (Now was her chance. The skin was so thin she could see a blood vessel throbbing below. If she could bite deep enoughâŚ) But Esraâs limbs didnât move.
Was this some sort ofâŚsubmissive display?
The creature was still and silent, save for its slow breaths. Esra swallowed, watching its limbs for any sign of tension. But the monster was relaxed, claws twitching in the air. (Like a cat, dozing on itâs back. JustâŚless fluffy.) Her instincts, ever fickle, drew her closer to the beast.
She crawled forward, left leg dragging behind her uselessly. This close she could see the creatureâs eye, half lidded but still watching her. Gauging her reaction. (Its breaths were warm. And she was so cold - ) Esra dragged herself closer, close enough to lay a hand on the monsterâs feathered face.
The feathers beside its eye were unfathomably soft, their delicate structure nearly identical to the feathers of the birds Esra knew. That reptilian jade green eye blinked slowly, a rumbled emanating from the creatureâs still bared throat.
A rumble that, Esra realized, was words.
âThere you go, little one. Youâre alright. Youâre safe.â
Tears welled in her eyes; she couldnât believe what she was hearing. It spoke to her. It acknowledged her. It was an interaction without pain or implied threats and Esra hadnât been treated this way, with suchâŚhumanity, in so long. She collapsed against the monsterâs face, sobs weak and breaths shallow. She wanted to believe the creature. She really did, butâŚ
She was so tired.
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âYou actually did it.â Maniah floated around the medic to stare down at the fragile, unconscious human cradled in Zâdarâs gentle hands.
âQuickly, to the infirmary. It doesnât have much time.â
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Press that "oxygen" mask onto their face. Watch them struggle to get it off, claw at your arms as you press it further onto their face, their desperation mounting until it slowly starts to peeter out and they fall limp in your arms.
Tie their arms behind their back, watch them whip their head around trying to dislodge it, their shouts of anger slowly turning into cries of desperation as the mask holds firm on their face. Watch as they try to hold their breath, a losing battle you know youve won as soon as you see the condensation of their breath against the clear plastic, the heaving breath ineard that marks your victory. If you watch closely, you can see the exact moment the sparks of angry desperation in their eyes turn into flames of hopelessness.
Strap them down to the operating table. Their eyes follow you suspiciously as you walk into the room with a suspicious tank of something with that damn oxygen mask attached. Do they even struggle as you line up the mask on their face? Or can you already hear the hissing of the gas leaving the tank as they squeeze their wet eyes shut, barely holding back a small crying squeak that you're sure you can hear as you watch their body go limp and that single tear fall into their hair.
my endless love for whumpees decked out in an absolutely unnecessary amount of restraints
blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly whoâs hurting them and couldnât even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream
heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldnât have even broken out of thin ropes
muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability
extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpeeâs body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own
it just really sends a message, yâknow? whumper painstakingly wrapping them up, like a present for themself, as if to say, yes, i already know how helpless you are - i just need you to feel it too â¤ď¸
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Do y'all there are any actors who are into Whump (even if they don't know it's called that). Like do you think there are actors who read the script and they're like "Oooo my character gets chained up and tortured in this episode! Yay! I'm so excited to act thag out!"
