Sci-fi Corporal Punishment: Stasis

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An explosion shook the house. The door went flying from its hinges. The hero didn't even flinch. They kept eating their breakfast.

"Honey, your experiment knocked down the door again," they called.

The villain poked their head out of the lab. Their goggled were covered in soot. They lifted them onto their forehead.

"Sorry, babe," the villain said. "Can I put it back later? I'm really close to figuring out the formula."

The hero yawned. "Sure. Just don't let the dog get in. We don't need another pet with wings."

The villain gave the thumbs up and ducked back into their lab. Another explosion went off. The hero rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help smiling.

Whumpee gasping out “I can’t breathe!” while in the midst of a panic attack

A hand at the nape of whumpees neck, fingers tangled in hair as caretaker gently lowers their head onto a pillow.

I dont want to be exposed to varying and diverse fandom opinions I love my echo chamber #myechochamber

"x ship is normalizing incest-"

Buddy

If game of thrones hasn't normalized incest by now (pulling over 10 million views in the 7th season alone) then a small fandom ship most certainly won't

five dialogue prompts for characters who have a hard time resting :)

"Don't sit up. You'll rip your stitches."

"You need to calm down. Your heart rate is spiking."

"Stop trying to get up. I don't want you fainting again."

"Lie back down, please. Your fever is too high for you to be moving around."

"I know we have to keep moving, but if we don't treat that wound now, it'll slow us down even more."

Take a piece or dialogue (or write one) and add details between each character's responses that describe their reactions to what was just said, what they do physically, and/or what memories the conversation is triggering for them. How much can you add before it starts to annoy you as a reader?

“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…

Having a cliche/typical medieval fantasy setting for my whump OCs is something I feel like I haven’t been using to my advantage enough

- bear traps/animal attacks/other wildlife or nature related whump

- and related, attacks from magical or mythical animals/beasts

- arrow and sword wounds, bringing about infection and fever

- treating injuries without painkillers

- healing magic that hurts, both the person being healed and/or the person healing them (magical exhaustion or taking on the injured person’s pain in order to heal them or similar)

- magic whump, just in general (mind control? poisons, spells that hurt/cause damage to the user, curses and cursed items etc)

- dungeons???

drunken confessions prompt list

when too much alcohol loosens their tongue

🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.

🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.

🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.

🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.

🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.

🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.

🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”

🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.

🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.

🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.

🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.

🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.

🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.