#don’t hold your breath

[girlbossnezuko]

Chrissy in some iconic Willow BTVS outfits

(inspo under the cut)

#she’d look good in all of buffy’s outfits too ofc but there is something sooo willow about her #trust me. take my hand #nancy would also look extremely good in buffy’s outfits #unfortunately all the boys’ fashion sucks. sorry steve #maybe I can put him in one of faith’s crop top & leather pants numbers #I am gifting giles’ wardrobe to robin ofc #and maybe westley’s too #eddie as spike just to see what would happen #maybe one day I’ll write that ‘the byers move to sunnydale’ au I’ve been rotating in my brain #don’t hold your breath #<— notoriously unreliable #but hey if anyone asks I will gladly elaborate #envy draws #stranger things #fanart #chrissy cunningham #stranger things fanart

[hslllot]

something about being back home and missing Harry is making me want to write a certain story…

#don’t hold your breath #but she might be back

[shywhumpauthor]

May 1st- “Don’t hold your breath”

[whip/ tears/ the chair]

@themerrywhumpofmay

Cw: whipping, torture, failed escape attempt, manipulation, gaslighting (eh), noncon touching, restraints, lmk if I’m missing anything

Whumpee screamed as a line of fire cracked across their back, splitting open their skin and leaving a bloody gash in its wake.

“STOP- PLEASE STOP-” They begged, writhing against the ropes that held their wrists high above their head, keeping them stuck upright on their knees. “WHUMPER PLEASE!!”

Whumper grinned, tossing the whip from one hand to the other with a skilled ease.

“Oh Whumpee darling,” They purred, rolling their wrist with a small pop of their bones. “You know I don’t want to do this, right? I really don’t like hurting you…”

Whumpee cringed as they heard footsteps quickly approaching, before a rough hand carded through their hair, combing the sweaty locks back from their forehead.

“But you need to learn how to behave somehow, my dear.” Whumper whispered, their grip turning rough, drawing a cry from Whumper’s chapped lips. “This is the last time you try to run, okay? I won’t be so merciful next time.”

Whumpee let out a stuttering breath as Whumper released their hair, and stepped back. Their relief didn’t last long, before the whip cracked against their bloody back once more, tearing a ragged wail from their throat.

“What’s the count, darling?”

#merry whump of may #whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #its me coal #coal wrote something #whump drabble #don’t hold your breath #tw whipping #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump trope #writing #writblr #writeblr

[nucrests]

One (1) day I’ll post again on this here site. Just you wait..

#don’t hold your breath #i would like to post more of my gameplay #but i’ve been playing so much lately #and it’ll be so confusing having to explain what’s happening #maybe i’ll just post at random??? #idk what to do lol #but anyways i’m talking to myself lmaoo #if you’re still reading #i hope you all had a happy and joyful holiday

[napoleondidthat]

Well some good news there. If Napoleon bombed completely we could probably kiss Spielberg’s mini series goodbye. At least now it still has a chance…

#napoleon bonaparte #napoleon #bonaparte #ridley Scott #ridley Scott Napoleon #it’s a hit #more Napoleon films perhaps #don’t hold your breath #Spielberg make it happen

[simonalkenmayer]

The QANON conservatives are calling the economy the “slave economy”

So I’m glad they’ll now be voting to tax the rich, cap wealth, raise the minimum wage, force public servants and congress to put wealth in blind trust, keep corporations out of elections by revamping campaign contribution law, and enforce rent control.

#don’t hold your breath

[lexstellaris]

I might. Possibly. Have an idea for some TM kink fic again. Maybe. >_>

#taskmaster #don’t hold your breath #but maybe #the fic will come #hmmmm #I just have a Very Specific Scenario I need to get out of my head #via oc fic #yes #bc i will not cross the streams

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Part One

           “I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you. I’ve been told it just makes it hurt worse,” the men that had captured you were moving around you in a slow dizzying dance, made even worse because you suspected that you had a concussion. The abrupt descent to the planet hadn’t been gentle in the least, managing to knock out Chekov and thoroughly tumble you about in a manner more suited to a washer machine.

          When you finally landed on the planet, you had emerged into a coordinated attack, only dodged by your quick reflexes that had been gained from weeks of playing with nerf guns in a ship-wide effort to gain such skills. If you ever made it back to the ship, you’d happily put in your report as a positive training exercise.

          You didn’t think you’d make it back to the ship.

          The escape pod, just barely big enough for both Chekov and you, had landed in a good but precarious position, perched on the edge of an almost sheer cliff right on the edge of a forest. You’d had the time to grab a small bag of supplies, including a tracking unit and blaster, then picked up Chekov in the best version of a fireman carry you could, booking it down the thin and gravely path leading down. It was one of the hardest things you had ever done but you managed to climb, skid, and slide your way down to the forest before any of your attackers got close enough to finally shoot you.

          They hadn’t stopped trying though. And that had made you extremely nervous. Nervous enough that the only course of action you could see working was hiding Chekov somewhere vaguely safe and drawing away the attackers.

          It had worked…sort of. The group had indeed chosen to follow you over trying to find your fellow space traveler but that had left you, eventually, in the hands of five very pissed-off men. When they had managed to catch you, you only had a second to look at them before a quick but brutal punch pushed you over the edge of unconsciousness. 

          Waking up had been an experience you never wanted to repeat. 

          And you got your wish. They never tried to torture you in the same way. They were a creative bunch, it seemed, and you were enjoying the full breadth of their hospitality. 

          The man that had been talking to you, you had named Leader in your head, based on the facts that the other seemed to be vaguely following his orders. For the most part, it had been Leader who thought up new and painful ways to make you ‘talk’. Only they never seemed to ask you questions for you to answer.

          “I’ve been training with this whip since I was a young one. Best in the tribe in fact. Could skin a person in less than an hour,” Leader was fondly rolling the handle of a dark and forbidding whip around in his massive hands.

          Again, he acted before you could answer. The screams echoed for a long time afterward.

@themerrywhumpofmay

#the merry whump of may #the merry whump of may 2022 #don’t hold your breath #tmwom day 1 #the merry whump of may day 1 #day 1 #tw: shooting #tw: chasing #tw: torture #tw: space #tw: violence #tw: assault #tw: stalking #star trek #star trek drabble #star trek imagine #pavel chekov drabble #Pavel Chekov #M's drabbles #my stuff

[ssreeder]

heyy ssreedyy

soo this is my first time on tumblr so i have no idea how to use this buuut I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR FICS AHHHH!!!! and i LOOVE long chapters!!! Don't you dare cut anything out when I'm absolutely obsessed with and living of of every single word of the new chapters for the 2 to 3 weeks of wating for the next chapter.

byebye love your writing!!

eventhough you`re a little cruel

and also are you going to write anything about azula? I reaally fcking need a redemption arc for her shes my favourite character and doesnt deserve what happened to her;(

You are beautiful for stopping by to tell me to keep writing long ass chapters!! I appreciate it because the next one is 18.3k HA HA HA…. Oops.

As for Azula, she will be introduced on the last chapter of this book we are in right now. I love her character & I think she is incredibly intelligent & very complex… but I also try to keep the characters as canon as I can unless I serve them up some trauma or changed events influence them.

I can’t say that Zuko’s death would or would not make her change her canon course… so I guess we will have to see.

But I will always love Azula, no matter what she chooses <3

#azula redemption #??? #don’t hold your breath #she is an incredible character #but one of my favorite things about her is that she picked her side and never swayed from it #I guess her possible redemption would be if you think she would care that Zuko was executed #because he kind of was a traitor lol #& he sort of did do a little treason #so was his execution justified?? #I mean….. yeah #so would azula change her course because her traitor failure brother got what he deserved? #iddkkkk….. probably not #but it doesn’t mean she isn’t an amazing character #but azula needs some long term therapy to work through her many many many issues #love you anon #thanks for stopping by!! #liab #ria #ask

[gothedrals]

Babes if you wrote that essay I'd read the fuck outta it

IT WOULD BE SO CORNY AND SAPPY but if I can get my shit together enough to actually write anything. mayhaps I will

#don’t hold your breath #ask g

[whump-then-fall]

The Merry Whump of May

Day 1 - Don’t hold your breath

Content warnings: male whumpee, male whumper, tears, whipping, discussion of death/suicide, escape attempt (foiled), referenced captivity (please let me know if I’ve missed any)

A quick note on Sawyer’s dogs - he treats them very well, there is not intended to be any animal whump at all in this. All of them are very well fed and have good living conditions and Sawyer cares a lot about them.

Zach was running, running through the forest. He’d been running for hours now. Surely Sawyer wouldn’t get to him this time? Even as he thought it, he felt something wet on the back of his legs, and turned to see Arlo, one of Sawyer’s many hunting dogs. Arlo also happened to adore Zach, which was why Sawyer had sent him. He knew Zach’s soft spot was animals, and he’d do anything to help them. Zach bent down to the dog, gently patting him.

“Good boy.” he murmured, “You need to go back.” Arlo turned and trotted in the opposite direction a few steps, before turning back to Zach. 

“No, no, I can’t come.” Zach said quickly. “Go back, Arlo.” He straightened up. “Too lazy to just get me yourself, huh?” he called to the silent trees. “Had to send a dog instead?” 

“Ah, but, Zach,” Sawyer said, stepping out from amidst the bushes holding a whip. “It worked.” 

Zach felt tears start in his eyes as he stared at the whip. It wasn’t even the pain it could inflict, it was the noise. 

“Not that, p- please, please, n- not that! Anything else! P- please!” Zach begged. Sawyer rolled his eyes. 

“Let’s go. Arlo, come!” Arlo looked reluctantly back at Zach, before padding obediently back over to Sawyer. They began the long journey back to the warehouse, Sawyer adding to Zach’s collection of scars every time he slowed down. Zach tried desperately to keep down his sobs, holding his breath and hoping that would somehow help the pain. 

“Don’t hold your breath.” Sawyer said calmly, whipping him again. “I need you to be able to really experience the pain, so you don’t ever do this again. You’ll end up in The Chair when we get back anyway.” 

“Good. I could use a sit-down.” Zach panted, earning him another lash mark. “Seriously. Can’t wait to die.” 

“What kind of chair were you thinking of? Why would I kill you?!” Sawyer asked, astonished. “That would be no fun. No fun at all.” 

Zach gulped, knowing that whatever was coming would be far, far worse than a simple whipping. 

@themerrywhumpofmay

#don’t hold your breath #the merry whump of may #whump #my writing #ocs

[bandaidhours]

1. don’t hold your breath + the chair | may 1st, @themerrywhumpofmay | captivity, discomfort, unwanted touch (nonsexual but maybe still nsfw) & light dehumanization

“Caretaker will find me,” Whumpee mumbles to himself, when he thinks no one is listening. It’s been maybe 48 hours, and he is trying not to think about how he might just spend the rest of his life taped to this goddamn chair, muscles locked and sore, arms going numb intermittently. Offered nothing but a few sips of water.

He can’t give up already. “Caretaker will find me,” he whispers again.

But then there’s the sound of the door and he swallows the talisman of those words down his dry throat.

Whumper’s stomping footsteps are distinct. But Whumpee still has to fight the urge to turn his pounding head to make sure. He drops his chin instead. Anyway, it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s looking down at the toes of those familiar shoes he’s come to loathe more than anything.

“Need to take a piss?” His captor drawls, tapping Whumpee’s thigh.

Whumpee looks up. His bladder wants to leap at the offer, but the thought of asking Whumper for this again twists something up inside of him. The little pride he has left takes offense.

Still, it would be worse to piss himself.

So instead he waits for Whumper to sigh with impatience, for Whumper to reach for his pants and undo the buttons. He doesn’t struggle this time when Whumper’s hand reaches into his underwear, takes out his penis, and guides it to the bottle in his other hand.

Whumpee lets his eyes go blurry, tries to disassociate from the perfunctory touch. It feels so wrong, the carress of that same hand that hammered a bruise into his eye. But he’s just pissing in a bottle. He can get through this. Caretaker will come.

When he’s done this time, Whumper doesn’t bother to zip him back up. Well, why not? Why not sit here with his dick ready to poke out the slit of his briefs the minute Whumper goes back to knocking him around? His body hurts so much already; his neck, arms and legs ache to the bone. Simple humiliation almost doesn’t register.

Whumper steps back and disposes of the evidence somehow, out of Whumpee’s line of vision. He comes back empty-handed, at least. Though the fake pity in his eyes coupled with that smile made Whumpee wish he hadn’t looked up just the same.

Then Whumper’s vile hands are on him again, ruffling his hair like a mockery. “How’s that? Comfortable enough to stay another night?”

He doesn’t need a response, so Whumpee doesn’t offer one. Just sits there, trapped, wishing he were anywhere else.

Whumper takes one last, hard look at his captive.

“You know,” he says, teeth flashing like a wild cat’s, “you’re not as quiet in here as you think you are. I shouldn’t say too much, but don’t hold your breath for a rescue. It’s always worse to be disappointed.”

#the merry whump of may #don’t hold your breath #unwanted touching #mild dehumanization #whump scene #my writing #lmk if i should tag anything else #i’m new at this

[alovelettertomydemons]

U have beautiful eyes…. Will you ever show us ur body?

Lol thank you. Maybe one day!

#don’t hold your breath

[syrupgirl]

i loovvveee the idea of ‘mer-na’vi’ and i kinda wanna write a lil thing…yknow coz mermay..

#but given my motivation #don’t hold your breath #also with who? #neteyam #or #lo’ak #?? #or someone else #hmu 🙇‍♀️

[teratocore]

Fuck it I might actually draw fanart.

#personal #don’t hold your breath