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Whumper thought they had trained Whumpee perfectly, that they had created an obedient, loyal person. After all, shortly after their captivity began, Whumpee learned to obey Whumper, to fulfill all of their orders, to respect them. But Whumper couldn't have been more wrong. Turns out Whumpee just fawned their way out of the situation and will betray Whumper at the first opportunity.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #captive whumpee #our writing

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Whumper overestimated Whumpee's abilities and accidentally killed them. Now they have to deal with the consequences.

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It's so funny being a whump fan. Like hiii my name's Sebastian I love writing and reading!!!! I hope we can be friends :3 anyway my favorite tropes are kidnapping, disembowelment, torture, restraints, and drugging!!!

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Pet Whumpee, who just happens to be an alterhuman/be into pet play and who is completely alright with their new situation.

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Content – intimate whumper, hero x villain, villain with magical powers, fantasy whump, psychological whump, memory alteration, forced submission, dub-con kissing

"I'll probably have to erase your memories. Just as a precaution" Villain's calm voice rang out in the small room as he paced back and forth, not even looking at Hero.

"You're joking right?!"

Hero didn't want his voice to sound so hysterical. He also didn't want to endure Villain's serious look any longer, which only made him more aware of what a terrible situation he was in.

His eyes lingered on random objects, desperately searching for a way out. But he didn't find it. The Villain was blocking his path to the door and Hero realized painfully that there was no chance of getting past him and escaping through the narrow corridor. Not when he's like this. Not now. The only exit was the window he was standing next to. His heart skipped a beat as he thought about what this meant for him, but still, against all reason, his hand slowly moved towards the window handle.

"I don't advise it. You'll break your legs. And then I will come down to you and erase your memories anyway. You will only suffer unnecessarily" Villain said in an almost completely indifferent tone of voice, but there was a hint of concern in it.

Hero snorted, even though he knew Villain was right. And he hated him for it. He also hated the concern in his voice. As if he ever cared about his life and happiness.

"So I should just let you do it, right? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!" Hero didn't want to scream, not again. But he couldn't help but be overcomed with emotions.

Villain stopped and looked at him for the first time since the incident.

"Yes. That will be better. For you. For me. I don't want to fight."

Villain continued to maintain his mask of indifference, and Hero hated the fact that he couldn't read his true emotions. He would have preferred anger because it was predictable, but now he had no idea what to expect.

"There must be another way. Anything else. I can stay silent and pretend I didn't see anything, I can..."

Villain interrupted him with a joyless laugh.

"We both know it won't work. You'll open your dirty mouth and blurt everything out at the end. Or worse, you'll try to help me. I won't let you do this." With each word, Villain got closer to Hero, who could no longer move back, pressed against the wall. He glanced out the window again, but quickly shook his head. The consequences would be too great.

So he risked looking into Villain's eyes and saw no uncertainty in them. He swallowed.

"I could at least try..." his voice was quieter this time, more shaky due to Villain's proximity. Great.

"Would you like to continue pretending to be a hero? It didn't work out last time."

Hero grimaced at the reference to recent events, but did not comment on his words, refusing to be provoked.

There was a sudden tension in the air, full of heavy memories that each of them preferred to keep silent for now.

“So you can see that I have no other choice, my dear,” Villain said after a long moment, breaking the silence.

Something about the way he said that endearment made Hero's heart skip a beat, but he quickly came to his senses, remembering his threat.

"You're an escapist, you know? You would do anything to avoid the consequences, to start over..."

Instead of the expected anger, Hero saw only calmness in Villain, with a hint of amusement at his feeble attempts to distract him to escape.

"What's wrong with escapism, hmm?" he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind Hero's ear.

Hero shuddered, his thoughts made no sense, and for a moment he focused only on the touch on his cheek, on the warmth of Villain's hand, on the knowledge that if only the situation was different, he could kiss him here and now.

"Don't try to avoid it," Villain whispered tenderly into his ear, aware of the effect it was having on him. "Just give up. Submit. It'll hurt you less than if I had to force you to do it."

But I don't want to have my memories deleted, Hero wanted to say, but the prepared words disappeared from his head as soon as Villain ran his hand through his hair. Hero sighed.

Villain suddenly pulled away to look into his eyes. Hero closed it in a sudden panic.

"What exactly do you want to delete? How many days?" he managed to say in a trembling voice.

"Just today," Villain assured him, smiling. "Removing more memories would affect you too much. And we don't want that, right?"

Hero just nodded, not noticing the strange gleam in Villain's eyes.

"And if you're going to forget anyway..." Villain approached him again and kissed him gently on the lips.

Hero had no idea what had just happened. His heart was racing and he felt that his cheeks were completely red. He kept repeating the question in his mind: why, why, why, why, why? But he received no answer.

Villain placed his hand on his blushed cheek again and stared into his eyes as if he wanted to remember the sight. And then he kissed him again, this time on the forehead.

"Sorry." Hero heard a quiet whisper and didn't know how to react. And if any of his reactions would have changed Villain's mind at all. Probably not.

That's why when Villain looked at him again, Hero didn't close his eyes.

A sharp, stabbing pain immediately shot through his head, and Hero couldn't help but hiss and crouch down as if it would protect him.

But Villain then moved his hand to his chin and forced him to straighten up and look him in the eye.

"You're unconsciously resisting, that's why it hurts. Stop it, Hero. Give up, enough of this fighting. It will be better for you this way" his sweet, calm voice made Hero start to calm down involuntarily. The feeling that he was going to cry disappeared. The pain subsided.

And then, as soon as he felt someone infiltrating his mind, searching through his memories, Hero submitted and everything went dark.

#villains and heroes #heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #whump #whump writing #whump snippet #whump community #fantasy whump #psychological whump #intimate whumper #our writing

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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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btw if u ever feel insecure abt what ur writing bc maybe its too dark or too weird and maybe ur too mean to the nonexistent fictional characters in ur docs, just imagine theyre literal dolls ur playing with. i know we joke a lot abt how ocs are just dolls we play with but imagining it literally puts a lot of things into perspective. no one gets mad at a guy for dismembering dolls we all understand its just. a doll

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Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.

Let's see how many reblogs this gets!

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The only advantage of having traumatized headmates is the fact that often their experiences make good whump prompts or give us inspiration for whump writings in general.

~Wren

#whump #whump community #chaotic posts #Of course all inspired posts were written with specific headmates' consent #~wren

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Whumpee that has problems with falling asleep (whether it's because of mental illness or insomnia or something else) feeling grateful whenever Whumper makes them exhausted, because it means they will finally be able to sleep.

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Liking minor whump does not make you a bad person. Liking lady whump does not make you a bad person. Enjoying whump with POC does make you a bad person. Enjoying pedophilic/incestuous whump does not make you a bad person. Liking NSFWhump does not make you a bad person.

Just because you enjoy these things in fictional settings, does not mean you condone them in real life. They are no better or worse than anything else we as whumpers create.

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I got inspired by this post (link), so I decided to write something with those characters!!

The vampire here uses they/them pronouns only; the angel uses any pronouns.

They're both arospec, although the angel is questioning and the vampire mainly feels aesthetic attraction.

Content – hm, nothing, just vampire and angel spending time together

"HOW DO YOU BLEND IN WITH THE CROWD?" the angel asked, curious, tilting their head slightly to the side.

They were both sitting at a table outside the café. The angel ordered espresso, the only acceptable coffee to them, when the vampire pretended to drink a soy latte with whipped cream and caramel topping. They had told him earlier that they would like the angel to try something new, and the angel, of course, agreed.

"Generally, I spend a lot of time in clubs" the vampire responded, a bit embarassed by their behavior, so unsuitable for a thousands years old being. "You know, I usually try to observe their behavior and act likewise. Although it's starting to get boring after so many centuries. People tend not to change."

The angel nodded and took a few sips of his coffee. She seemed subdued and irritated at the same time, but the vampire had no idea what could have made her feel that way.

"I DISLIKE CLUBS. PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS STARING AT ME. AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL NERVOUS."

The angel looked around, only confirming her words by the fact that she had actually caught a glance with a few passers-by. She bit her lips, even more annoyed now.

The vampire silently agreed with him. They noticed this too, but they tried to ignore the intrusive stares as one ignores the buzzing insects that fly stubbornly around a human.

They deliberately chose a place far away from the city center, a small local café that only insiders knew about. They made sure to meet the angel at a time when most humans were busy with work. And yet, still, whenever someone passed by, they began to look at their precious angel. They may not have been the gaze of predators looking for prey, but the vampire claimed they were too alike. People looked as if they wanted to make the angel their property. It was truly unacceptable.

"DO YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY APPEARANCE??" the angel said, suddenly looking at the vampire's eyes again, this time with more panic.

The vampire simply shook their head.

Looking at the angel, they could never say that suns appearance was wrong, they would rather say that it was too perfect for this world. The angel's brown skin seemed to glisten and suns braided hair reflected the sunlight through the small ornaments woven into them. Even their dark brown eyes seemed to emanate an inner glow. Their body looked like a masterpiece, like a painting that should be exhibited in a gallery. And yet, the angel didn't look like as if sun was noticing the obvious fact – that sun was beautiful.

"No, I don't think so." The vampire sighed. "Maybe the humans are somehow aware that you're not from there. Maybe it's like sixth sense feeling and they can't help but stare, knowing that something is wrong, unaware of the source of these feelings" they shared their impulsively invented theory, which could be right, although the vampire mainly wanted to hide something more logical than that under their words.

"BUT THEY NEVER LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT. HUMANS LOVE YOU," the angel frowned and stared even more intensively at the vampire.

The vampire looked down, unable to continue the eye contact.

"I don't know, I'm charming? People have always been drawn to vampires. Not that I'm complaining, but it's the fact. And angels? They're quite unusual, darling."

The angel took a few more sips of voids coffee, pure confusion on voids face.

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

"That vampires are popular and angels are quite rare?"

"NO, NOT THAT. THE WORD."

Now the vampire seemed surprised.

"What, you don't know what does 'darling' mean?"

The silence told them everything.

"It's a sweet word, an adjective used commonly by lovers" the vampire calmly explained.

"LOVERS" the angel said the word as if they wanted to see how it would taste.

"ARE WE LOVERS THEN?"

"I wouldn't say so, I just used it, because I love using pretty words for pretty people I'm close with" the vampire smiled, showing their fangs.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND. LOVE. I STUDIED HUMAN EMOTIONS FOR SO LONG, BUT THEY'RE STILL TOO... DIFFICULT."

The angel stared at his empty cup of coffee with confusion, too lost in thoughts. He almost forgot about the vampire sitting just in front of him, so when they suddenly spoke, he shivered.

"Do you think I understand it?" their voice was gentle, they were almost whispering as if they didn't want to scare the angel.

"I THOUGHT YOU DO."

The vampire smiled.

"Unfortunately... or maybe fortunately? I don't. But that's alright."

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW."

"Ahh, don't worry. You will figure everything out, eventually."

The angel bit their lip in frustration. The vampire, for some weird reason, seemed excited.

"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME NOW?"

"Because I don't want to rush it. We have plenty of time, the whole centuries ahead of us. And it's yours thing to discover, not mine. I can only guide you. And I can do that perfectly."

The angel analyzed their words in silence until she nodded.

"ALRIGHT. LET'S SAY I BELIEVE YOU. BUT LET'S GET OUT OF HERE NOW. HUMANS ARE STARING." The angel stood up.

The vampire couldn't be more happy.

Soon they both left the café, completely forgetting about vampire's untouched sweet coffee.

#writing #writing snippet #fantasy writing #urban fantasy #angels #vampires #queer writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #our writing

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it would be fun if an angel and a vampire were friends i think

#Actually I've already reblogged it on main‚ but I can't stop thinking about that #Give me a few hours and I'll write a short story about these characters #~wren #reblogs #others writing

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write for yourself. put your fantasies on paper. no one knows what you are writing. no one knows what's in your head. no one is going to write it for you. if you don't write down your ideas they will disappear. if you are too scared to write your thoughts then don't write, try something different. if writing is the only way, get to writing. no one else's opinion matters. no one else's opinion will ever matter

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You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love

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Attention Whump Community!

Clogging disability tags is a massive problem that we need to address. Many tags, especially those surrounding permanent injuries, paralysis, vision loss and certain illnesses have become unusable due to being flooded with unrelated things. Yes, that includes your writing. Those tags are not for you. It's isolating, frustrating and depressing to try finding a community and other people who share your issues but all that comes up is whump, fandom shit, gifs, headcanons, etc.

I'm newly paralyzed. I have looked at many tags surrounding paralysis, trying to find support, a community, anything of people struggling with the same thing. Nothing. There's barely anything for us in the general disabilty tags. I am BEGGING you to understand and recognize how AWFUL it is.

So, I have a proposition. A tag you can and should use exclusively for disability content in whump writing. Not any other tag surrounding disability, lest you'll clog it up.

#disabled whumpee

It's tempting to use more specific tags, I get it. Due to being in the whump community myself I know #medical whump is already a tag. You have those tags. Use them. Don't use the disability tags. Don't clog up the few spaces us disabled people have.

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Content – vampire whumper, sadistic whumper, intimate whumper, vampire whumpee, ex-bloodbag whumpee, mentions of past dehumanization, pet whump and degrading language, non-con touch and kissing, fear of mouth whump (pulling out fangs), which doesn't happen, fear of being manipulated

They could feel Whumper's finger touching their upper teeth, one by one, as they tried not to move and keep Whumper's gaze. Whumper was smiling and their pretty red eyes looked like they were shining and Whumpee couldn't understand what in this weird situation made them feel this way. This wasn't torture, not yet, Whumper was just glaring at their teeth without a single word, as if they were deciding what their next move should be, but the prolonged waiting got on Whumpee's nerves.

"You have such beautiful fangs, you know?" Whumper broke the silence, their words made Whumpee frown involuntarily, as they tried to understand what Whumper meant by this.

Whumper removed their hand from their face, although Whumpee thought they could still feel their unwanted touch, allowing them to speak.

Whumpee closed their mouth and gulped, their face showed only pure confusion.

"What? What... did you say??"

Instead of expected response, they only got a scolding gaze and it didn't take long for them to realize what a mistake they had made.

"I apologize, I really apologize, Master, I was just... I was just surprised by your words and..." Whumper interrupted them, closing their mouth with their hand.

"You had all the right to be surprised, darling." Whumpee was sure they heard laughter in their voice. "I won't punish you this time."

Whumpee frowned again, new word couldn't leave their mind, they couldn't stop repeating in their thoughts how their Master called them. What was happening, really? Was this some kind of a new, sick game, using pretty words to describe them, making them feel so nice, even loved to destroy their stupid hopes shortly after?? They didn't know and it was slowly making them anxious.

Whumper catched their gaze and moved their hand to their hair, making the distance between them too small.

Whumpee didn't dare to lower their gaze, even if they felt increasingly claustrophobic, not just because of how close they both were right now, but because of the constant touch and the look that Whumper kept directing at him that they couldn't really identify.

"You said that... my fangs are... beautiful" they felt strange saying words like that, so unusual, like a fever dream. "What does that mean, Master?"

Whumper smiled.

"Exactly that, darling. They're beautiful. You are beautiful."

Whumpee ignored the irrationality of the whole situation, put aside the questions swirling in their head and tried to focus on what Whumper was going to do next instead. It was more important than why the hell they started calling them "darling", using such a sweet tone reserved only for lovers.

"Are you going to... pull my fangs out?" they said quietly, sudden realization made them shiver.

That's why Whumper had touched their teeth before, that's why they were in such a good mood, because Whumpee was going to be tortured. And their pain was the only thing that made Whumper ecstatic before.

They closed their eyes, unable to continue to look at the monster sitting just in front of them.

"Why do you think so?" Unexpected words made them look at Whumper again. "Of course I'm not, your fangs looks prettier in your mouth, sweetheart."

They couldn't stand it any longer.

"What's with those names?!" they dared to say, forgetting to use the word "Master" again. "I'm sorry, I.. I mean, why... why are you calling me that, Master?"

Whumper smiled.

"What, don't you like it?" they teased, confusing them even more, if it was even possible.

"I... I do, I guess? But... I wonder what in my behavior made... made you change your approach to me, Master. I... used to be your pet, right? Your bloodbag, your... your filthy, disgusting human" they spat out the words as if they were burning them. "And now you're calling me darling..." they mumbled, too lost in their thoughts to try to understand them on their own.

Whumper placed their other hand on their cheek and brought Whumpee's face even closer to them. And although their unwanted dirty touch made them want to move away as far as possible, they were grateful that they could feel it instead of the pain.

"Yes. You were exactly like that."

Whumpee grimaced.

"But you aren't a pitiful human now. I turned you. You're more than that."

Whumper brought their face even closer, so that Whumpee could see the small black spots in their bloody eyes.

"I made you so perfect."

Whumpee felt the first kiss on their cheek. They tried with all their might not to move away, to please their Master.

"I destroyed you, made you into a perfect pet, just to turn you into something even better later."

The second kiss was closer to their mouth. Whumpee trembled involuntarily with disgust.

"It was all my precious project, to make a wonderful vampire like you, so full of power and still afraid, so strong and yet unable to say something wrong without the paralyzing fear of punishment" they whispered their sickly-sweet words while kissing them closer and closer to their lips.

"You are my art."

Whumper finally reached their lips and lost themself in a too long, intimate kiss.

Whumpee almost threw up.

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