katwriteswhump

[katwriteswhump]

morality: a character creation guide

creating and understanding your oc’s personal moral code! no, i cannot tell you whether they’re gonna come out good or bad or grey; that part is up to you.

anyway, let’s rock.

i. politics

politics are a good way to indicate things your character values, especially when it comes to large-scale concepts such as government, community, and humanity as a whole.

say what you will about either image; i’d argue for the unintiated, the right image is a good introduction to some lesser discussed ideologies… some of which your oc may or may not fall under.

either way, taking a good look at your character’s values on the economic + social side of things is a good place to start, as politics are something that, well… we all have ‘em, you can’t avoid ‘em.

clearly, this will have to be adjusted for settings that utilize other schools of thought (such as fantasy + historical fiction and the divine right of kings), but again, economic/social scale plotting will be a good start for most.

ii. religion + philosophy

is your oc religious? do they believe in a form of higher power? do they follow some sort of philosophy?

are they devout? yes, this applies to non-religious theist and atheist characters as well; in the former’s case… is their belief in a higher power something that guides many of their actions or is their belief in a higher power something that only informs a few of their actions? for the atheists; do they militant anti-theists who believe atheism is the only way and that religion is harmful? or do they not care about religion, so long as it’s thrust upon them?

for the religious: what is your oc’s relationship with the higher power in question? are they very progressive by their religion’s standards or more orthodox? how well informed of their own religion are they?

does your oc follow a particular school of philosophical thought? how does that interact with their religious identification?

iii. values

by taking their political stance and their religious + philosophical stance, you have a fairly good grasp on the things your character values.

is there anything they value - due to backstory, or what they do, or what they love - that isn’t explained by political stance and religious and/or philosophical identification? some big players here will likely be your oc’s culture and past.

of everything you’ve determined they value, what do they value the most?

iv. “the line”

everyone draws it somewhere. we all have a line we won’t cross, no matter the lengths we go for what we believe is a noble cause. where does your character draw it? how far will they go for something they truly believe is a noble cause? as discussed in part iii of my tips for morally grey characters,

would they lie? cheat? steal? manipulate? maim? what about commit acts of vandalism? arson? would they kill?

but even when we have a line, sometimes we make exceptions for a variety of reasons. additionally, there are limits to some of the lengths we’d go to.

find your character’s line, their limits and their exceptions.

v. objectivism/relativism

objectivism, as defined by the merriam-webster dictionary, is “an ethical theory that moral good is objectively real or that moral precepts are objectively valid.”

relativism, as defined by the merriam-webster dictionary, is “a view that ethical truths depend on the individuals and groups holding them.”

what take on morality, as a concept, does your character have? is morality objective? is morality subjective?

we could really delve deep into this one, but this post is long enough that i don’t think we need to get into philosophical rambling… so this is a good starting point.

either way, exploring morality as a concept and how your character views it will allow for better application of their personal moral code.

vi. application

so, now you know what they believe and have a deep understanding of your character’s moral code, all that’s left is to apply it and understand how it informs their actions while taking their personality into account.

and interesting thing to note is that we are all hypocrites; you don’t have to do this, but it might be fun to play around with the concept of their moral code and add a little bit of hypocrisy to their actions as a treat.

either way, how do your character’s various beliefs interact? how does it make them interact with the world? with others? with their friends, family, and community? with their government? with their employment? with their studies? with the earth and environment itself?

in conclusion:

there’s a lot of things that inform one’s moral compass and i will never be able to touch on them all; however, this should hopefully serve as at least a basic guide.

[katwriteswhump]

A prompt if you’re interested! A young (teenaged) whumpee who is the familiar/pet of a sadistic centuries-old vampire whumper. Whumper likes to hear whumpee scream, so defiant whumpee does everything they can not to.

content warnings: pet whump, pet/bloodbag, it as a pronoun, dehumanisation, whumpee, defiant whumpee, minor whumpee, vampire whumper, sadistic whumper, manhandling, blood, blood drinking

In the middle of the party, they can feel their master’s hand press into the small of their back.

They try not to tense under the gentle touch, knowing it was anything but, keeping their eyes glued to the ground of the extravagant palace. Whumper was smoothly talking with another vampiric guest, unphased by the effect they had caused.

It increased in pressure for a moment, prompting Whumpee closer. They didn’t want to. They would have wrestled from their grip if the consequences weren’t looming over them so heavily. Whumpee was hardly allowed to leave the vampire’s grounds anymore, not after the attempts they had made to escape.

It was a miracle they had even brought them along to this party.

Whether to show them off like they were some trophy, Whumpee couldn’t find it in themselves to care, because they were frustrated with the fact they hadn’t found a single opportunity to escape. It was a dangerous game, with so many vampires around, but Whumpee needed to try.

They need to get out of here.

“Cute thing, isn’t it?”

Whumpee was dragged from their thoughts. The conversation they had tuned out as nothing but background noise quickly smashed into their brain, causing them to lift their eyeline up a fraction. The other vampire was staring at them with a crooked smirk, and a hungry look in their eyes.

Whumper chuckled and drew them closer, pressing them against their side protectively. Whumpee shuddered and resisted the urge not wrinkle their nose in displeasure.

“Oh, yes,” Whumper drawled, their gaze heavy against the side of their face. “Don’t you think?”

The vampire hummed as they swirled a glass of liquid in their hands, sharp gaze falling up and down their body. “So young, too. Where did you find it?”

Whumper’s lip curled into a crooked smile. “Picked them up myself.”

The other vampire laughed as if the comment was actually amusing to them. Their hand stretched forwards, brushing against the human’s cheek with an icey touch. “Perhaps you’ll let me have a taste?”

Whumpee acted without thinking. The touch sent horrible shivers down their spine and they ripped away, narrowing their eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” They hissed, having to press further into Whumper’s side to get away. Their heart increased in pace instantly at the words, clenching their jaw firmly. The other vampire paused, a bittersweet smirk on their lips.

“Impudent, isn’t it?” They scoffed. Whumper’s arm wrapped around their shoulders, bringing them closer into their warmth. Whumpee stiffened under the soft, almost affectionate hold.

“I must apologise, but my pet is a little anxious around others,” they smoothly explained, flashing their sharp teeth. “You understand, don’t you? Besides, I feel quite possessive over them; I’m afraid I wouldn’t allow another vampire’s fangs in their skin.”

Whumpee flushed with embarrassment, too afraid to squirm. The weight on their shoulders was heavy and prominent, a clear warning that Whumper wasn’t pleased with their outburst. Nausea rose in their throat.

“I suppose,” the other vampire grimly bit out, gaze pinned onto Whumpee.

Whumper only chuckled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I feel a little peckish.”

Fear seized the human in a vice grip, rendering them useless as they were guided away, pushed into the vampire’s side. They watched with frantic eyes as they left the huge ballroom, past the guests and away from the music, until they were walking down a corridor Whumpee didn’t recognise.

Was this their chance? Maybe if they could get Whumper to loosen their grip, just a little bit...

Their hope was squashed when the vampire gripped them by the throat, smacking them against the wall. The human felt the air being knocked out of them, a choked gasp tumbling from their lips before they could stop themselves. Their hands flew to the vampire’s wrist, clinging on.

“I told you I wouldn’t tolerate rude behaviour in front of others,” the vampire growled, tightening their grip on their throat until Whumpee couldn’t breathe. “You are quite lucky I do not care for that pipsqueak.”

The human’s eyes pinched shut, unwilling to let the vampire see the pain and terror dancing in their pupils. They knew they liked it when they could.

Whumper’s eyes narrowed, before loosening their grasp ever so slightly, allowing Whumpee a chance to gladly suck in any air they could. The vampire seized their arm with their free hand, yanking it towards their mouth, before sinking their fangs into the sensitive flesh of their wrist.

Whumpee almost hissed in pain, their eyes flying open, but they clenched their jaw to stop them from crying out. Whumper fed with an ounce of anger in their eyes, pulling away after a few moments. They licked the blood off their lips, and Whumpee instinctively pulled their arm to their side, still wary of the hand around their neck.

“You are a defiant little thing, aren’t you?” Whumper smiled, but it was cruel. The human tried to ignore the burning pain in their wrist, keeping back the tears.

“I hate you,” they whispered, trying to add as much conviction in their voice as possible. They didn’t fear death; Whumper had no use for a human this young and untainted dead. They would be forfeiting a very special prize if they did.

The vampire chuckled. “That’s no way to speak to your master, now is it?”

Whumpee grit their teeth, words bubbling over with an influx of anger. “I will never see you as my master. It’s disgusting – you’re disgusting. Keeping me like a pet; I’m a human being. I deserve to live freely.”

“Such a way with words,” the vampire cooed. “But being a human is precisely why you are completely worthless as an individual. The only thing valuable about your kind, is your blood.”

The human considered barking back a response, but they were promptly cut off when the vampire pinned them further into the wall, hand winding in their hair. It was wrenched to the side, exposing the flesh of their neck as those strong fingers uncurled from their skin.

The human’s breathing began to quicken. Whumper had never fed from their neck. Only their wrists, or their arms, but never anywhere else. It took all of their willpower not to let any noises slip past now, no doubt it would be an agony they had never faced before.

The human shuddered pathetically and shoved against their chest.

“Let go!”

The vampire didn’t budge. They only chuckled at the fear, making the blood swim swiftly through their veins, and sank their fangs into the flesh. Whumpee was gripped by a blinding hot pain, white flashing across their vision.

They hadn’t even realised they’d screamed until the piercing noise finally registered in their ears. They squirmed and thrashed against the relenting grip, but it was utterly useless. The whumpee sobbed and pleaded, clawing at their shoulders, screaming and begging for them to stop.

The vampire relished every single second of it.

#that’s beautiful #whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #katalina reblogs things #caretaker #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumper

[katwriteswhump]

First whumper uses physical violence to train whumpee. Pain is the great teacher.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to pain, then the actual violence isn't needed. Then all whumper needs is the threat of violence, and whumpee responds.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to the threat of violence, then whumper doesn't need to threaten anymore.

After that, whumper trains whumpee to the implication of violence.

The subtle cues. No one but whumpee would even know that whumper was making a threat.

Even a gentle smile can be an implicit threat.

And whumpee responds.

Whumpee has been taught.

Later-- much later-- caretaker has to work to understand why some of their innocent actions and gestures make recovering whumpee flinch, and jump.

[katwriteswhump]

Whumpee falls through ice on a frozen lake.

Shaking. Trembling. Freezing. Teeth chattering. Turning blue. Delirium. Hypothermia. Exhaustion. Passing out.

Caretaker probably sees it happen too, and might even have to get them out of the icy water.

That’s it. That’s what I have.

[katwriteswhump]

content: suicide

"There will be rest, and sure stars shining

Over the roof-tops crowned with snow

A reign of rest, serene forgetting

The music of stillness,

holy and low..."

- The Music of Stillness, Elaine Hagenburg

Whumpee was on the floor, bleeding out. The gash in their side was spilling blood on the floor, staining the dingy concrete.

Whumper would find them hours later, lying in a pool of their own blood. They would be furious, but they would have no life to take it out on. Not anymore.

Whumpee had been through too much in this basement— years had passed by now. Whumpee couldn't take it.

So when Whumpee found one of Whumper's tools left on the floor, they took the chance.

Now, they looked out that tiny window high on the wall, at the stars shining above them. They knew now that they could finally rest.

#this makes me so sad #it’s just. damn #suicide tw #whump community #whump scenario #whumpblr #whumpee #emotional whump #whump prompts #whump blog #whump tropes #whump prompt #angst whump #whump fic #whump #whump writing #whumper #death tw

[katwriteswhump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 5

Prompts: Scream / Captivity / “NO!” Additional content: Whumpee and Caretaker are both captives, Caretaker listens to Whumpee being tortured through a wall.

Caretaker leans against the thin wall, pressing their forehead to it. They’re alone now. Whumper had come in a few minutes ago and dragged Whumpee away. 

They can hear voices on the other side of the wall - muffled conversation. The occasional slapping sound followed by a yelp or whimper. It’s killing Caretaker to listen to, knowing there’s nothing they can do to help their friend. 

Then, a scream pierces through the wall.

Caretaker shoots to their feet, wide eyed. “Whumpee! No!” They pound their fist on the wall but it does nothing to quiet the screaming. “Stop it! Don’t hurt them!”

A deathly silence falls over the room, leaving Caretaker panting and holding back tears.

Then the screaming stars up again. It doesn't stop for hours. When Whumpee is tossed back into the cell they're bloody and broken, flinching at every movement as Caretaker draws them into their arms.

#scream #captivity #“NO!” #whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whump scenario #whumpblr #whump ideas #not mine

[katwriteswhump]

Whump Prompt 309

Whumpee managed to lift a knife from one of the guards as they were thrown back into their cell. They kept a tight grip on the handle, nervously waiting for the door to open again and Whumper to drag them out. If they couldn’t get out of here alive, at least them could try and take Whumper down with them. Whumpee waited for hours until the door opened again and blinding light filled the cell. As a body approached them, they lunged forward, plunging the knife deep in their gut.

It was only when their eyes adjusted and they body slumped forward that to their horror, they realized they had just stabbed Caretaker.

#omg love this #nice plot twist op #whump #whump prompt #whumper #whumpee #captivity #caretaker #stabbed #knife tw #friendly fire #or friendly stabbing if you will #imprisoned #shock #guilt

[katwriteswhump]

Oki whump idea

Super crazy rich whumper kidnaps Whumpee and hides them away in some random village. But Whumpee escapes and whumper for some reason doesn’t come after them, not that Whumpee minds, they’re okay and getting back into society, in this little village. But the village doesn’t actually exist, Whumpee thinks they’ve escaped but it’s all part of Whumpers plan. (Kinda like that one movie can’t remember the name but you know it, where it’s the show of the guys life but he doesn’t know it? Yeah) whumper is doing that to Whumpee. Everyone in the village is just a paid actor, and even if they tried to help Whumpee really escape..well they’ll get killed.

[katwriteswhump]

The amount of times I've googled something for whump and it's pulled up the suicide hotline....Like thanks, Google, but I'm not doing this to myself I'm doing it to a made-up guy

#suicide mention #whump #writing #this is so true #its like. you can ask for help #here’s the fucking samaritans number

[katwriteswhump]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[katwriteswhump]

Whump Dialogue

"Are you okay?"

#uh huh yes good #simple but effective #whump #whump prompt #whump dialogue

[katwriteswhump]

thank you for the reminder. be right back

it's spring so i have to remind everybody that you can and maybe should make your characters afraid of thunderstorms!!

[katwriteswhump]

i just found the tag “no holds barred beatdown” and when i tell you im having the time of my fucking life

#whump #no holds barred beatdown #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario

[katwriteswhump]

this causes me pain it’s fantastic

tw derealisation, lashing out, no holds barred beatdown, whumpee held down against their will, gore mention

The pillow tore with the most satisfying sound, feathers flying everywhere in the bedroom. The mattress was a little harder to rip open, but the feeling of wool against Whumpee's palm as they pulled chunks of it out was unparalleled. They grabbed the ruined pillow and threw it against wall across from them, as hard as they could, watching the stuffing spiral to the floor like little white and brown petals. It resonated pleasantly with the buzzing in their own chest, the one they promptly tried to let out and banish as they screamed into their blanket.

It wasn't enough. It was relentless and insistent, the need to do and say and destroy and cry.

Caretaker rushed into the room soon enough, giving them the usual, concerned speech. Gibberish. Caretaker was nothing more to them than a cluster of dissonant sounds and too bright shapes and colours, and they grabbed their other pillow to throw at them.

It wasn't enough. Caretaker caught it and walked even closer, and Whumpee didn't hesitate to grab them by their stupid pyjamas and pull them down onto the bed, punching them in the face as hard as they could. They had to do everything like that — as hard as they could. As intensely as they could. With as much of that annoying, uncomfortable, burning, buzzing sensation packed into it as was humanly possible.

Caretaker's cries of pain weren't the right cries. So they punched them again and again and again, looking for the one that would finally satisfy that craving. They eventually got up and left their friend to bleed onto the now useless bed, deciding to punch the walls instead. Punch, kick, whatever felt the closest to what they thought they needed at the moment, and yet none of it was good.

Someone grabbed them from behind, holding them down despite all their efforts to break free. They hurled every insult under the sun at their captor, unwilling to listen to their quiet pleas and reassurances. They should've gutted them back on the bed. They should've torn their intestines out, maybe that would've made the right kind of sound.

Their fighting died down eventually, and that bone-deep exhaustion began to set in. They slumped against Caretaker, still mumbling threats of violence even as they lowered both of them to the floor. They were sweaty and gross, they realised slowly. There was blood stuck to their knuckles.

The buzzing didn't go away, not fully, but they didn't have the energy to do anything about it anymore. The helplessness made them cry, only made worse by the kind touches they had no power to deflect.

Maybe if they hurt you, a voice whispered. Maybe you'd make the right kind of sound. Maybe that's what you need. Maybe the destruction you seek is your own.

"It's okay." Caretaker's gentle voice cut through the haze, settling behind their ribs and in their stomach like warm tea on a winter night. The world wasn't so loud and bright anymore, for some reason. A drop of blood landed on their cheek, and they wondered how much damage they'd done to their only friend. They were scared to look up. Scared to see what it looked like when it wasn't just shapes and colours. "It's all gonna be okay."

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#whump #derealisation #no holds barred beatdown #held down #lashing out #gore mention #whump drabble

[katwriteswhump]

Can I request: Whumper-turned-whumpee, but it turns out Whumper is masochistic and that's exactly what they were hoping for?

content: whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, masochistic whumper, no holds barred beatdown

Whumper had pushed. And pushed. And pushed. They had pushed until Whumpee thought they couldn’t take it anymore, and then they pushed some more, and more, and more.

And Whumpee snapped.

They yelled. Screamed. Threw around the furniture, hit Whumper in the arm with a vase. They punched them, hard, Whumper even thought their cheekbone might be broken.

They grabbed Whumper by the shirt and threw them to the floor, kicking and kicking and kicking them until their breaths came in wheezes and their ribs cracked under the pressure.

It was everything Whumper had imagined and more. It was everything they’d ever wanted.

“Why can’t you just fucking stop?” Whumpee cried, and Whumper curled up into a tiny ball and waited for more of the assault. “I told you to stop! I asked you, I begged you, and you just had to cross every fucking boundary I had! What is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry,” they whimpered.

“No, you’re not fucking sorry!” Whumpee kicked them again, and Whumper let out a shuddering breath. “You’re not sorry at all! You enjoy pissing me off, don’t you? You just love to see me fucking riled up!”

Whumper froze.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Whumpee wasn’t supposed to know that. No one was supposed to know that.

Whumper looked up at them, bloodshot eyes wide and frantic, trying to piece together when and how Whumpee might’ve figured it out. “You knew?” they asked timidly.

Whumpee stopped in their tracks. “What?”

Then, maybe even more embarrassingly, Whumper realised: Whumpee hadn’t known. They were just hurling insult after insult at them, and ended up accidentally hitting the bullseye. But now, realisation was dawning on their face.

“Holy shit,” Whumpee breathed. “You actually enjoy this.”

[katwriteswhump]

Character A and Character B are soulmates. They live for eachother and love eachother dearly. Character A claims they can't live without Character B.

Charactef A is later forced to confront the reality that Character B is dead. How are they meant to continue life without them?

[katwriteswhump]

“you’re safe now.”

“you can rest now.”

“you’ve fought so hard.”

“you don’t have to fight anymore.”

“just sleep, okay?”

“i won’t let anything hurt you.”

“it’s over. it’s all over.”

“you don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

“shh, shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe here.”

“i know it was scary.”

“i know it hurts.”

“you’re all done hurting. there’s no more pain.”

“just focus on resting, okay?”

“you need to save your strength.”

“your job right now is to heal.”

“i’m getting you out of here.”

“i’m taking you home. we’re going home.”

“you’re safe in my arms. the hard part is over.”