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Idea I've been rotating in my brain nonstop lately is a living weapon and their handler having like a weirdly loving relationship.

Affectionately cuddling but never losing sight of the understanding that orders matter more than wants. Gently tending to their wounds and cleaning them after a battle/mission/etc. but never acknowledging that they might be a person. It's obvious they both care about each other a lot but the handler still calls the weapon "it" and the weapon still calls the handler "sir." Do you see my vision

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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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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

#In any way? Absolutely

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Currently practicing a starter version of "came back wrong," and it's called "woke up wrong": basically, you go to sleep, something incomprehensible to the human mind happens to your body position, and when you wake up you are injured in some undiagnosable but persistent way.

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I know there's a well loved niche for royal whump, but lately I've been thinking a lot about royal *guard* whump.

Hurt for being loyal to the old king, punished for doing the thing they were trained to do. Grief-struck at the loss of their fellow guards in combat. Guilt at failing at their most important task: protecting the heart of kingdom.

#Royal whump #definitely some in the #Cly #tag #From whumptober so it wasn’t edited #Royal au

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Trying to interact with the rest of your fandom as a whumper:

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The night is dark and full of fevers 💀 (or what running a temperature above 39°C for several hours feels like: for all of those who are curious and into it xD)

Your scalp and skin feel overly sensitive ? It's like every sense is heightened and everything is too much, light, sound, everything.

The thirst. You'll feel like drinking every 15 minutes.

Sweat, sweat and more sweat- You'll be drenched by the end of it (I had to change my damn bedsheets 💀)

Your heart will be beating crazy fast and you'll be out of breath from just moving in bed (turns out that anime trope of a character gasping for air while running a fever is actually not too far from reality xD)

Did I mention sweating-

Needless to say your head feels like it might explode with every cough or sneeze

The body aches 💀 they're vile (even my hands hurt wtf xD)

Also something pretty crazy, your skin and body feel like they're on fire but you're still shivering (imagine getting goosebumps while feeling hot all over, it's definitely really weird)

Your stomach won't be very calm either, expect some discomfort

Your decision-making skills and overall brain functions are out of order (I couldn't think straight and had to ask my mom to repeat herself several times to make sure I understood what she meant xD also I cried because I dropped a tissue on the ground and couldn't pick it up 💀)

#Whump #gosh reblogging bc chronic illness I forgot how many symptoms I shouldn’t be having

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monster for the ask games for your ocs that see themselves as monsterous?

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monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

Teddy definitely sees himself as a monster, being a siren who was taught since birth that he's evil. sirens are, after all, direct descendants of demons and share demon blood.

he's very aware of it. he's convinced himself that he can't be so bad when thousands of people follow him and look up to him as their Savior, when he has his very own angel worshipping him. but deep down, he rejects his monstrosity and wishes he was never born a siren, even as he continues to weaponize his power for harm.

(oc asks)

#Thank you!!

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Forgotten

Pt 10 of Circe’s Story, other parts in Masterpost.

BIG CW: STARVATION

Just want that at the top, this story isn't necessary to overall plot so don't worry if you have to skip it.

But yeah, poor kid gets left behind. She's sure they didn't mean to though.

CW: Slavery, minor whump, STARVATION, fainting, someone gets stabbed (Balak doesn't like other people fucking with his toys), food hoarding if that's a trigger

It has been 3 days since the door to the engine room had been opened. Ghorek had mentioned something about a brief shore leave as he headed out, the door clicking shut behind him.

The ship had been quiet since then. None of the pounding feet running above, no shouts echoing down the hallways. A Batarian pirate ship is not typically a quiet place. It had been nice at first but the girl now found herself straining to hear anything. 

They wouldn’t have just left her, she tried to convince herself. Someone would remember she was here. 

The girl had learnt over the years to stockpile a little food when she was able. When she got given a ration bar or some non-perishable food, unlike the cold leftovers she usually got, she made a habit of tucking it away in a tiny alcove she had discovered while hiding. 

This wasn’t the first time she had been left recently though and her supplies were low. She had finished one of the bars yesterday and there was only one left. And no clue when the crew would return. 

Water wasn’t something she had to worry about, thankfully. There was an old work sink and their water recycling systems kept it clean enough for her to drink.

The worst was the boredom. She had managed to complete any ongoing repairs needed by the second day. The storage room was organized and everything was oiled and cleaned. 

Time passed. The growling of her stomach got louder. She tried to sleep but the aching kept her up. Eventually, she had to cave, splitting the remaining ration bar in half just so she could fall asleep. The girl ate as slowly as possible, trying to fill herself up with water between bites in order to trick her body into thinking it was full. 

She lay in the darkness, wondering what it would be like to starve to death. It was a bad way to go but not the worst that she had been faced with. 

Balak would come back for her. She couldn’t give up. What would he think if she gave up? He would be so disappointed. She had to trust him. Of course he would come back. 

There was a bad taste on her breath and the tooth tablets she chewed didn’t make any difference. Maybe I’m dying from the inside, she thought as she lay under the machinery, counting the bolts above. She could only get to 43 before her mind wandered back to food. 

Was this the longest she had gone? There was a time years before, before she came to the family. She had been in a cage and she had been so hungry. But she had been little and her memories from back then could have well been a dream she made up. That’s what she told herself.

Armed with a wire brush, the girl scrubbed every part of machinery, clearing out any built up grease. Her arms shook and she had to sit down every few minutes from the effort. Was it the same day? She could usually tell time passing from Ghorek’s comings and goings. 

Hours stretched. The girl waited between pipes clanking as they shifted at rest, counting her heartbeats between each one. Seeing how long she could hold her breath for. Her arms were so heavy, she could barely drag herself to the sink. The girl went to finish the ration bar but it was already gone. She didn’t remember eating it. It didn’t feel like she had eaten anything. 

It was hard not to just sleep but what if Balak came back? She had to keep going. She couldn’t be weak. The girl propped herself up against a control panel, cleaning rag in hand. The gentle creaking of the ship played tricks on her ears and she bolted upright whenever she thought heard boots marching towards the door, scrubbing the towel in circular motions. 

But she had to sleep at some point. Her eyes bleared over when she finally cracked them open, watching Ghorek walk through the door, stopping suddenly at seeing her slumped form. Quickly, she tried to get up but her vision faded and she found herself falling backward, knocking her head on the console. 

Opening her eyes again, Ghorek was no longer in the room but she could hear his voice coming towards her down the hall.

“…looked sick or something. I don’t know about humans but-“ Ghorek stepped into the room, followed by Balak. The girl's eyes rolled open and she started to push herself upwards again, managing to make it on her hands and knees, trembling. 

"Shhhhhh shh shh shh shh" Balak crouched beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder to stop her from rising. "It's alright, kid."

He pulled the hair back from her face and lifted her chin with his other hand. He stared at her for a while.

"...Shiiiiit. Ghorek, will you look at this?"

Ghorek shuffled closer and peered over Balak's shoulder.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be looking at, sir."

"Clearly."

Balak stood, yanking the girl up with him so suddenly the room spun and her legs barely managed to stand under her.

"Now, I need you to tell me what's wrong with this without me telling you."

Ghorek, looked back and forth between his captain and the girl. "It's sick?"

"Sick.”

"I think so. Sir, like I said, I don't know humans very-"

"What happens if we don't eat, Ghorek?"

The girls legs grew weaker. She leaned more and more into Balak.

"We... starve?"

"That's right. So would it be safe to assume that if a human doesn't eat, they will starve, too?"

"I-"

"Or are you really suggesting that humans are more advanced than we are? Biologically? To where they can survive longer than us without food?"

"N-no, sir, of course not."

"Then answer me this, Ghorek: why the fuck, did you not leave the kid any food to eat?"

The girl felt the grip loosen and she slid from Balak's grasp. She willed her arms to stop her fall, but they didn't rise fast enough, and she collided full force into the metal grate floor. The room began to spin. Balak stepped over her towards Ghorek.

"I- I just didn't think that..."

"I left you in charge, Ghorek. I gave you a very simple task. Watch over the kid. I feel like I haven't been heard."

"No, sir, I'm sorry, sir."

"I just feel bad for her, you know?"

"I... what?"

"You know what it feels like to starve, Ghorek?"

"No, sir."

"Me neither. But I've heard it feels very similar to a knife in your gut. Wouldn't you agree?"

There was a quick movement, a flash of something, and then the sound of a blade penetrating flesh. The girl heard Ghorek gasp. He stumbled forward, into Balak, who held him with the hand that wasn't gripping the knife.

"Does that feel about right?"

Ghorek gasped and sputtered a response the girl couldn't hear. Balak put his arm around him, embracing him.

"Go get yourself patched up, alright?"

A flash of crimson as the blade was pulled free.Ghorek stumbled, clutching his stomach. 

"Don't worry, I didn't hit anything vital." 

Ghorek stumbled toward the door. Wheezing.

"Go on. I would hate for anything bad to happen to you."

Ghorek disappeared through the door. Balak studied his knife before finally turning back to the girl. Sheathing the blade, he lifted the girl up and over his shoulder.

"You're not allowed to die yet, understand?"

The girl did her best to reply, only a shallow grunt left her lips. 

"Let's get you something to eat."

Balak headed towards the door, the girl draped over his shoulder. That's when she lost consciousness.

#I’m a big fan of this one honestly #I love the other side of Balak’s character #what an asshole

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oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

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here, have a Dungeons and Dragons inspired whump prompt generator:

if you don't have dice available, here is an online roller!

#Adding a link to the dice roller #Thank you #warm and frozen #🤞 I remember

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“I’m sure,” simpered Villain to the chained Vampire Hero between two bodyguards, “that you’d love to know what happened to the last Hero who went against me.”

“Well, now that you mention it -”

“You’re here to rescue them, aren’t you ? You’ve nicely played the part of the naive newcomer, but I know who you are, vampire. I’m sorry to say that you’ve been betrayed. The other Hero was very cooperative.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure you’ve realized that you can’t hypnotize my guards. They all have charms around their necks.”

“I noticed.”

“You’re trapped for good.”

“All right.”

“I’m sure you’d love to meet the one who betrayed you.”

“I do.”

“Perfect. You will be in the same prison.”

Without further commentary, the henchmen threw Vampire Hero in a small cell. Another person was already there, curled up in a corner. They were not in a good state. Even the blood stains around them looked unappealing. The smell was bland, characteristic of a lack of nutriments.

“Can you talk ?” asked Vampire Hero after a moment.

“It’s all my fault”, whispered the other.

Vampire Hero scratched his head and looked around, a little embarrassed. His job was dealing with villains. He was good at that. He only had to hold back a little. Dealing with Not-Evil People was another matter altogether. He was making progress – he had pinned to his fridge the Geneva Convention to be sure not to forget it during his job, it seemed like a good starting point – but still, he wasn’t the best person to deal with this situation. He was vaguely aware that threats or mocking wouldn’t do much good, so he awkwardly shrugged, his hands in the pockets of his tattered jeans. The other hero ignored him. Their eyes were glued on the ground, the iris wide.

“I tried. I tried not to crack. But – they broke me. They really, really broke me. And I – if they told you I’ve betrayed you, it’s true. I’ve told them everything they wanted to know.”

“Well yeah. Torture is torture and you only have one body. Seems logical to me.”

“You don’t understand. They know who you are.”

“I’m in a cell, buddy. I understand fine.”

Hero burst in tears.

“I’m a failure. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You can – you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll understand.”

Once again, the vampire was at a loss. He knew of a hundred ways to make things worse and one of them was the silent treatment, but he didn’t want to do it. He’d read somewhere that physical contact could help, but Hero was covered with undressed wounds.

So he booped them on the nose.

“Chill. You look like you’ve been scorched alive and you can still lament about your situation. You’re fine. You’ve succeeded the most important thing. Crucial, really.”

“What ?”

“You’re still breathing. Keep doing that. I don’t have to, so I’ll get us out of here. All right ?”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“I don’t see why. ”

He crouched to examine the bars of the cell:

“And the sooner the better, I don’t want to be late for tonight.”

“What’s happening tonight ?”

Vampire Hero grinned from pointed teeth to pointed teeth, grabbing a bar that broke under the pressure of his fingers:

“ I am a creature of decadence and debauch. Every night, I have a meeting with a pure maiden, a cunning damsel, a fierce lady and a cruel temptress in my room.”

“All of them ? You must have a big bed.”

“All of them what ? I’m talking about my wife. I love my wife.”

“Oh, the evil one!”

Hero stopped themself, horrified by the words that just had come out from their mouth. You do not insult your colleague's spouse – especially if said colleague is currently ripping off metal bars from your own cell and is known for his dubious ethics. That is rude and unwise. The vampire stopped himself and glanced at them.

“I’m so sorry”, they squeaked. “I’ve been tortured and I’m confused and -”

Vampire Hero shrugged:

“No offense taken, mate. She was evil all right, and so was I. We were both a little cringe during our first centuries, like the youth say these days. To be fair, she was really sexy.”

“I’m - I’m sure of it.”

“And now she’s really sexy while dozing off while we watch TV. She’s really sexy when she drinks blood from a plastic bag. She’s really sexy all the time, really. Everything she does is delightful.”

He neglectfully threw a bar behind his back.

“Couldn’t you just destroy the lock ?” shyly asked Hero.

“No, I like doing it that way. It’s like bubble wrap.”

Vampire Hero joyfully kicked another bar that creaked and bent under his knee.

“You know what,” he said, “She’s feeling a little down because she can’t rip off heads as much as before. You should hear her complaining ! “I barely have strength to decapitate a human in a single stroke anymore !” and such. But what do I care ? She’d stay amazing even if she was too weak to pull the guts out of someone, but I keep telling her that and she still doesn’t believe it.”

“That’s really nice” assured Hero, whose smile was very strained. “I’m glad for you.”

The vampire stopped again – although maybe it was because half the bars had been taken off.

“Oh”, he said.

“What ? Have I said something wrong ? I’m sorry ! I didn’t -”

“No, it’s just – I don’t think a human has ever said that to me. I was... surprised.”

He held his hand out:

“Time to go. Thanks for the new experience, I guess.”

This time, Hero’s smile was a lot more genuine. They took the offered arm and painfully stood up:

“You’re very welcome.”

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Vampire Hero is now a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check his tag for more snippets with him.

You can meet his wife here.

#Your honor #I’m in love?

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People of color in the whump community, how do you feel about POC characters?

(I know some people take issue with the term "person of color", I'm using it for convenience here, but this poll applies to anyone who considers themself nonwhite. Feel free to add specifics about your identity in the tags.)

(If you're white, scroll down for the results button and please reblog for sample size.)

I'm curious about how people view nonwhite characters in whump. On one hand, diversity is a good thing. On the other hand, violence against a character of color could trigger people, and a character of color as the whumper could play into racial stereotypes. This also depends on the specific race of the characters-- obviously, POC are not a monolith-- but there aren't enough poll options for that.

I'd really appreciate hearing people's thoughts, especially people of color in the whump community! Please reblog this to spread it around!

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“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

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Thinking about characters changing their names.. characters changing their names to run from the past or to reclaim their selfhood or to deny something. Characters who don't remember their names. Characters who can't forget. Etc. And yes of course because they're transgender

#Circe

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Misc. Palace/Court/Royalty Whump

1. Queen whumper/evil queen

2. Having the whumpee brought out as “entertainment” (be it fighting, torture…)

3. Crowns with thorns/spikes/bumps on the inside

4. Forced/arranged marriage (bonus points if the one who doesn’t want to get married is royalty)

5. A knight forced to fight in order to save family/friends/lover who’s being held in the dungeon from torture

6. Whumpee’s lead/leash is connected to the side of the throne, with whumpee forced to kneel, injured and exhausted, next to the monarch

7. Rival monarch/royalty/prince(ss) kept as a war prize/trophy while the rest of their family was murdered in front of them

8. Whumpee being kept in the dungeons, having gone months/years without seeing sunlight

9. A young, inexperienced monarch trusting their advisor, who over time takes control of them through less… conventional means

10. A prince/princess, for whatever reason deemed a disgrace, being kept locked up in a turret, either forgotten or tormented for their perceived slights

#whump prompts #royal whump #whump #whump ideas

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#Third person view like a movie or like I’m watching from a dream