"x Ship Is Normalizing Incest-"

2Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: We Are คือเรารักกัน | We Are (Thailand TV 2024) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peem/Phum (We Are Thailand TV 2024) Characters: Phum (We Are Thailand TV 2024), Peem (We Are Thailand TV 2024) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Whump, Rape/Non-con Elements, Fluff, maylocholy Summary:

MAYLANCHOLY DAY ONE:

~ Peem gets abducted and Phum comes to save him ~

Just some Pond Pawin whump with non-descriptive non con elements and some minor violence nothing too gritty mostly fluff @may-lancholy

#Maylancholy #Maylancholy2025

Barefoot Whumpees

Being barefoot is vulnerable, particularly in a culture that doesn't require people to remove shoes when they enter a house.

Think about the intimacy and control involved with stripping someone of their shoes and socks. It's the last bit of protection.

Cold Floors

Rough Terrain

Dry, cracked, or bleeding feet.

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"

Your whump word(s) of the day

“I’m not leaving you here, you understand me?!”

fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”

Whumptober #3

Trope of the day: impaled

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“Oh fuck …” Whumpee looks at his shaky, blood smeared hand and his breath catches in his throat as caretaker’s hands work on his body.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. At least … kinda,” the older mumbles as he helps whumpee move his legs to lay more comfortably. Whumpee knows that this is a lie, but he doesn’t comment it. Even if he wanted to, his mouth doesn’t even open.

That doesn’t stop him from whimpering when caretaker moves his shirt up, brushing against the knife still sticking in his abdomen. “Fuck, I know it hurts, I’m sorry.” The words ring in his ears, as he manages to give him a little nod. He knows he doesn’t want to hurt him. He never does and that makes caretaker special … at least in his sad example of a life.

His hands move unconsciously, fingers brushing against the object in his body, which makes him panic a bit. Gone. He wants it gone. In his pain-filled delirium, whumpee tries to take the knife out, but caretaker quickly grabs his hand, holding it in his own.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me, whumpee. That’s good. Good. We have to leave it in, otherwise you’ll bleed out before the fucking ambulance has the chance to come pick you up. Yes, I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry, but you have to wait just a little bit longer,” caretaker explains and his thumb circles over whumpee’s pale hand and he gives it a quick kiss. “Hold onto my hand, squeeze it, if it helps, but keep your fingers from that knife.”

Whumpee holds onto caretaker like a lifeline.

If you’re having writers block…READ!!!! CONSUME MEDIA

I feel like I don’t hear that given enough as advice for writers block..just read? Watch tv? Movies? Find inspiration in media.

Writers block is a lack of inspiration, so go collect more.

A fun whump aesthetic: a character being helped out of heavy plate armor

Is it done fast, blood-slick fingers pulling at straps and hastily undoing buckles, the pieces thrown carelessly aside to be picked up later, time is running out and they need to get all that metal out of the way to treat the wound underneath?

Or slowly, gently, telling the character that shh, they can rest now, they've done their part and done it well, others will take it from here?

Harshly, on a captured enemy knight, forcibly stripping them of first their weapons and then their armor as they're fighting back tooth and nail, to put them in chains afterwards, vulnerable without their armor in the light, sweat-drenched shirt and arming jacket and breeches they wear underneath?

Shove your whumpee against the wall with whumpers arm pressed against their neck. Making Whumpee gasp quietly, fear filling their face as their eyes quickly flutter up to meet Whumper’s.

Mindless thrashing against cold metal restraints. Desperate, screaming, but the agony doesn't stop. The whumper keeps going.

Just to see the tension. Just to watch the despair. Just to inflict as much suffering as possible.

Just to prove that they can.