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Im having a pretty bad pain day today, can I request some Cingerglass caretaking? Maybe Lex has a bad pain day too, with phantom pains and Sarah being there for him. Idk just he doesn’t have to go through that alone anymore
cw: phantom pain, referenced captivity
He woke to shooting pain in his hands.
It felt like his fingers were overextended and cramping, the muscles in his palms spasming, and Lex wondered dully how he'd managed to hold them open like that as he'd slept. He curled his hands into fists, but was only met with the sound of metal on metal as his cybernetics obeyed the signal. His cybernetics, that he couldn't feel.
He sat up, moving his arms into his lap, the stretching, straining, imaginary pain still there, getting worse, crawling up the forearms he didn't fucking have anymore. He breathed through clenched teeth, trying not to let panic rise in his chest.
(Nest, best, crest)
This had happened before. He knew it was... normal, kind of, but he didn't know how to stop it. In the Tower, he'd just curled up on his cot until it got to be too much and he was biting back screams. With Uriah, all of his energy went into trying to conceal it, trying not to let it become another moment Fox could exploit. Here... fuck. He was free, but it was early morning, and he didn't want to wake anyone up.
He forced himself out of bed, trying to shake off the feeling by shaking his cybernetic arms, but it did nothing. He stared at his hands, willed the ghostly ones to relax and close with the metal ones, but the fingers stubbornly refused, stretching and stretching until it felt like the joints would sever from each other.
(Brother, another)
He needed to go out. Go for a walk or something, try to distract himself, ride it out. He winced as he grabbed the handle of the door to his room and threw it open, tried to keep his breathing even as he moved down the stairs, stumbled towards the door--
"Lex?"
Sarah was already awake. His metal fingers curled into tight fists, but the sound of it only seemed to drive the phantom hands to be spiteful, a flash of pain running up his arms with such intensity that Lex had to choke back a gasp.
"I--I'm going out," he said, forming the words carefully, trying not to let any pain leech into his voice, but the words were coming out too sharp. Clipped. "Be back later." (Hater, crater)
"Are you okay?"
"Fine." Even as he said it, his body sought to prove him a liar, non-existent forearms clenching with enough force that it felt like the muscle fibres were splitting. Lex winced audibly, metal hands coming up to wrap around him before he could stop himself.
Through blurring vision, he could see Sarah getting up, coming to stand a few feet away from him.
"Uh... we might have different definitions of what 'fine' is," she said in a careful voice.
(Brine, sign)
"It-- I can't do anything about it," Lex said. Fuck, he didn't want to explain this right now, didn't want to fuck up her morning, he just wanted to leave so he could scream in peace. "Phantom pain," he said shortly, and hoped that was enough.
Her eyes widened. "Oh shit, hold on, I can grab you some Tylenol."
Lex's brows pulled down further. He kept forgetting that was something that was available, after he'd gone so long without it as an option. "Yeah," he gasped out. "Please."
"Okay, here. Sit down." She held out her hands, and he moved to meet them, allowing her to guide him to the couch.
"I'll be right back."
He hunched forwards, trying to breathe through the next bout of spasms. The moment seemed to drag out forever, but eventually Sarah came back with water and pills, and he took both eagerly.
"I'm not sure how much it'll help---"
"S'okay. It's enough," he said. Miles better than what he'd had access to in the past. His forearms twisted tighter, and he turned away from her, clenching his jaw until the muscle there began to burn. Despite his best efforts, a whimper managed to slip out.
He felt the couch shift as Sarah sat beside him. "Do you want me here?" she said softly. "I can go upstairs if you'd rather be alone."
Did he? He was used to being alone, especially for this, but... he didn't want her to go. Even if it didn't do much for the pain, something in him was drawn to her like a magnet, and he just... felt better when she was nearby.
"Stay," he said, and she smiled in return.
"Okay. I can put on some cartoons? It might help distract you from it."
He nodded, eyes squeezing shut against another wave of pain. Better than nothing, better than staring at the wall and waiting for it to end.
"You... Uh, you can sit closer if you want," Sarah said. "I mean, you don't have to, but if you think it'll help..."
He wasn't sure it would, but because it would be a distraction, because it was Sarah, he inched closer to her, breathing shakily as he lowered his head onto her shoulder, felt her arm rest light on his waist.
It didn't help the pain, not directly.
But it sure felt good to have something to hold on to.
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reminder that you can and most certainly should be self indulgent in your whump writing. no that's not too much blood. yes you should add a whipping scene. you think it's over the top? it's not enough. if you're not giggling and screeching internally and kicking your feet then what even is the point
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This probably isn't enough for an actual drabble, but I'm currently thinking about the idea of both Kane AND Jim waking up in the past at the same time. Just Kane running downstairs to fee Jim like he did in the AU piece you wrote, and finding Jim who is an absolute MESS cuz he thought he was back in Hell 🥺 cue Kane trying to calm him down like "no its ok Jim, its me! Well... the nice me? You're safe."
throwing this in the vault to drabble at some point
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Re: the whump writer aspec poll you reblogged, I've found it curious myself. Maybe aspec people are drawn to the whump community because we regularly write things involving intimacy - the intimacy of violence, of vulnerability, of trusting a stranger, of healing, of trying to heal another - that aren't related to romance or sexual attraction. It's a story space dominated by relationships that are not traditional romantic or sexual relationships, but there's still closeness, character development, and plot motion. Maybe it just feels more authentic and accessible. Idk I'm aroace and have no idea what goes on anymore but the poll result, as you said, definitely is curious.
I’m just an ace (non aro) that loves romantic stories though actually, but I can see your point through an aro perspective looking at things. Idk the definitive reason we’re all drawn to whump but I sure can get behind the intimacy of violence as a narrative concept, you’re so real for that
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i'm curious!
#i like to alternate between whumpee and caretaker#will sometimes do whumper but infrequently#so i just said whumpee and caretaker#whump#whump community#whump poll
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just interested bc i see a lot of whump blogs that say they’re aroace/aspec in some way and i wanna know if there’s a different proportion of aspec people in the whump community to the rest of tumblr
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love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)
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i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.
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No you don't understand I need to see him crawling, covered in blood, horrifically injured, and traumatized
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静かになるころ。by Citro Rium
Find her on: Twitter / Pawoo / BOOTH / Skeb
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Thinking about a royal whumpee's crown being melted down and reshaped into a shiny, metal collar
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Thinking about non-human whumpees being kept in the wrong enclosure.
Whumper who decides to stick the avian in the mer tank, and the werewolf who’s afraid of heights get shoved into the avian’s cage, hanging above Whumper’s staircase.
The avian desperately struggling to keep their head above the water as their wings slowly drag them under, unbearably heavy and water-logged. Mer Whumpee slowly swims around them, curious, but too afraid to help under Whumper’s watchful gaze, trying to ignore the horrible spluttering sounds and cries for help Avian Whumpee is making.
Meanwhile, Werewolf Whumpee is curled up in the fetal position in the center of the cage, trying their best not to move and send the whole thing swinging, thinking anxiously about the full moon later that night. They lay there, wondering if the untamed chaos of their wolf form will send the whole thing crashing down onto the cold marble floor below. Will they wake up tomorrow in a puddle of their own blood, the wreckage of the cage around them and the wrath of Whumper waiting to greet them?
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Cry of Fangs is Out Now!
Cry of Fangs, Of Vampires and Men Book 1, has officially been released into the wild! You can grab a copy from your preferred retailer, or directly from me on ko-fi.
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The whumpee had been conditioned to believe that any mistake would land them in severe punishment, that any wrong step would result in their torture- and this mentality stayed with them even after rescue. The whumpee would freeze when they broke something on accident, hide when they lost something else. They knew they were free now, but a part of them didn’t believe it.
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ok so superhero whump scenario:
Villain is Hero's favourite 'bad guy' to fight. Villain never really hurts anyone with their actions, and anything they steal is usually anonymously returned within a few days. The worst crime they've really committed is property damage. Hero is convinced they're just doing it for fun, as evidenced by Villain's very melodramatic and performatively cheesy attitude during their confrontations
Eventually, Villain disappears. Hero assumes they just decided to put down their cape and mask, though is a little saddened that they now don't have any real 'comic relief' in their day-to-day villain fighting.
A few months later, Hero is in Superhero's HQ when they come across a locked door they hadn't noticed before. Overcome with curiosity, they figure out how to get it open and take a peek inside.
Even without their iconic costume or mask, Hero would recognise Villain anywhere. Villain looks awful. Emaciated, bruised, scarred, curled up in a shivering ball in the corner of what Hero now recognises as a cell. How long has Superhero kept them here? And why? Hero doesn't know, all they do know is that this is wrong, and that their old rival needs their help, Superhero be damned.
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