#inhuman whumpee

[whump-kia]

oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.

#sorry folks i'm in a phase #to name a few: connor and markus from dbh #peter from eclipse mothership rpg #literally put a robot in a team dynamic and i will froth at the mouth #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #robot whumpee #android whumpee #inhuman whumpee #cyborg whumpee

[whumpberry-cookie]

Rescued defiant Whumpee who deoesn't exactly realise they're not in captivity anymore.

(Cw: Captivity aftermath, conditioned whumpee, nonhuman whumpee kinda?)

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(W): "Go on. Do your worst" (C) ".... Whumpee, look at it closely. It's a tiny bandage. With a kitten pattern on it. At this point I don't know what else to use to be even less threatening"

(C:) "You should at least try to eat. If you don't like this type of food, you can-" (W:) "What? Starve? Or let you push it down my throat? No matter how creative can you be, you won't impress me" (C:) "I meant tell me your preferences. I'm still learning to cook, you know"

(C:) "Do you want a hug?" (W:) "Do I have a choice to NOT be anywhere near you?" (C:) "Dude, you could just say no :'c "

(C:) *comically tearing up* "At this point I don't think you even like me a tiny bit!!" (W:) "S-stop that. What are you doing?" (C:) "What do you think?! I'm crying, cause you refuse to be friends with me! And I tried so hard!" (W:) "....s-stop that watery thing. I don't like it. It's concerning"

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#whump #whumpee #defiant whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #writing #recovery whump #conditioned whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #inhuman whumpee #aftermath whump #whump aftercare #whump humor

[loonybun]

hi thinking of circus whump rn and gonna make it your problem

- one of those classic sword box tricks, but it’s very much real. I think with an immortal whumpee that would be pretty neat.

- sad clown whumpee breaking down mid-performance, sobbing to the audience and letting go of years of anguish… Only to be quickly interrupted with a quick punchline from another clown! The audience, none the wiser, roars with laughter.

- a caged inhuman/supernatural whumpee being awed at as they’re paraded through the tent. get a whole freak show while you’re at it!

- a very poorly trained acrobat whumpee being forced to walk a high tightrope. without a net, obviously.

- a whumper as a ringmaster, showing clear favoritism towards the better performing acts of the night and giving them special privileges like decent food.

- saw this one comment under a song that suggested a faerie circus (as in faeries putting humans in a circus) and it has not and will never leave my brain. the POTENTIAL.

- bleeding out backstage. there’s no medical care in sight. you’d expect a circus to have better health insurance.

- a whumpee or caretaker looking after or finding comfort in the animals in the circus. just trying to provide them with more care than they were given.

- evil clowns! if you like evil clowns, why not use em? clown whumpers clown whumpers clown whumpers…..

if you write anything using these please tag me i will go nuts.

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #clown whump #circus whump #acting whump #stage whump #display whump #dehumanization whump #inhuman whumpee #immortal whumpee #fae whumper #fae whump

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1351

@des-pa-cee-toee asked:

Inhuman whumpee who’s distant because they’re afraid that they’ll be shunned if they told their friends the truth? Do you have any ideas about situations I could make to force them to admit it :)? Thanks

Off the top of my head:

Truth potions/spells.

Forced to reveal the information or their friends get hurt.

Forced to reveal the information so their friends are freed.

“Go on, show them who you really are!”

An illness that makes them more likely to reveal their inhuman attributes.

Artefacts that force the whumpee to show their true selves,

Forced to take on their inhuman form so they can protect everyone (if their more powerful when not suppressing their image)

An argument that turns sour and they accidentally use one of their abilities.

Someone pulls a prank on them causing them to reveal themselves.

Someone pulls a ‘prank’ to purposefully get them to reveal themselves.

#tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you :( #feel free to add more in the replies/reblogs #whump #prompts #writing #ideas #angst #revelations #inhuman whumpee

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 115

Write something inspired by this concept:

Whumpee is turning into a monster and runs away from caretaker, afraid that they'll hurt or even kill caretaker if they stay around.

Caretaker searches desperately for whumpee, only to find them days later in the forest, huddled up bloody and feverish after their transformation.

#whump #whump prompt #whump concept #monster whumpee #transformation #sickness #fever whump #bloody #caretaker and whumpee #hiding #runaway #inhuman whumpee #forced transformation #blackrosesprompts #whump inspiration #whump idea #writing inspiration #writing idea #writing prompt #werewolf #sickness whump #sick whump #feverish whumpee

[patheticlittleguy]

whumpees that are attack dogs. whumpees that stand by whumper’s side as they go about their day doing whatever dirty work & if anyone steps out of line or gives whumper trouble, whumpee is ready for the command. whumpees that rip throats out with inhuman canines and gnaw on the cartilage left behind in their mouths because whumper only feeds them if they do a good enough job. whumpees that rarely do a good enough job.

#shark prompts #starvation whump #inhuman whumpee #dehumanization

[painonthebrain]

I fucking LOVE nonhumans turned into humans and subsequently experiencing human emotions and the pain that comes with it. I have no idea what to call it or if it’s a trope at all but I love it when nonhuman, possibly powerful characters are transformed into humans - maybe it’s a punishment or an accident, who knows? All whumpee knows is that their life has changed forever and there might never be a “cure” to change them back.

It’s EVEN BETTER if whumpee has hurt people and now that they’re weaker those people see it as an opportunity to take their revenge on whumpee

#elec rambles #whump #whumplr #whump tropes #(i think?) #nonhuman whumpee #inhuman whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #transformation #forced transformation #not me vagueposting about restart au… couldn’t be me…

[whump-a-la-mode]

I was lucky enough to be able to commission some art of Artemis, and the main character Fera, from my friend @corbytheking​! Want to read Artemis? Start here!

Individual images below the cut

#whump #pet whump #living weapon whump #living weapon whumpee #whumpblr #whump community #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #lady whump #inhuman whumpee #inhuman whump #femwhump #military whump #whump art #whump drawing

[thekittyburger]

Multiple living weapon whumpees who are like siblings, but also fight like them

Their strength means that fights are almost always bloody and severe, but they never get too hurt, either

Caretaker caught in the crossfire on the other hand...

#living weapon whumpee #multiple whumpees #human caretaker #inhuman whumpee #kitty screams #whump #whump prompt

[montammil]

dark fantasy whump ideas

dark fantasy whump is like my absolute favorite, but i love when it’s like... super dark fantasy. heres some ideas i’m throwing out there because i’m bored. also these aren’t all specifically dark fantasy, some just work really well in the dark fantasy genre. feel free to use any of these, please tag me if you do because i’d love to read it, but it’s not required! 

1. Whumpee is actually a demon summoned by Whumper, but Whumper finds out Whumpee isn’t as strong and notorious as the books all say. So, they decide they’ll make some other use out of their new little demon.

2. Whumpee ends up in a new dimension, and they see Caretaker and are so relieved, because Caretaker died in their dimension. Only to find out Caretaker is actually their whumper in this dimension, and now they can’t get out...

3. Caretaker and Whumper have always been rivals, different leaders of different nations who never got along. When Caretaker invades Whumper’s castle and they find a horrified Whumpee in chains, right at the foot of Whumper’s throne, they start to hate Whumper for a new reason.

4. Whumpee has never had full control over their magic/powers, and eventually hurt Caretaker by accident. Horrified, they run away, convinced they’re a monster. They start to realize maybe Whumper kept them isolated for a good reason, contemplating if they should return to them.

5. Caretaker gets thrown into a dungeon cell for rebelling against king/queen/monarch Whumper. When Caretaker finds a horribly shaken and bruised Whumpee by their cell, they begin to grow close to each other. All Caretaker knows, is there’s no way they’ll let Whumper hurt Whumpee anymore.

6. Whumper finds Whumpee chained outside a house in the woods, cold, starving, and possibly abandoned. They would typically ignore them, but they notice Whumpee isn’t human. They decide it’d be fun to have a little pet.

7. Whumpee is a thief, and one night they get caught by Whumper, sneaking into their mansion. Needless to say, things don’t turn out well, especially when they realize Whumper is a bigger threat than any ordinary human.

8. Caretaker is a hunter and shoots what looks like a deer in the distance. When they run up to it, they find that it’s no deer, but a frail monster-like whumpee who is begging them for mercy. Caretaker feels guilty and picks them up, only to notice they have more bruises and cuts on them than a single gunshot would do, not to even mention their worryingly light weight.

9. Caretaker is a monster who everyone has feared over the past years, kept in a dungeon cell in tight chains. When they wake up to find a shivering Whumpee who was also thrown inside the cell, they immediately grow protective over them.

10. Whumper possesses Caretaker to hurt Whumpee, not letting on that Caretaker’s been possessed. When Whumpee feels so betrayed that Caretaker could do something so horrible, they run away, back to Whumper, who they think had nothing to do with this.

#dark fantasy whump #dark fantasy prompts #inhuman whumpee #inhuman whumper #royalty whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whump #demon whumpee #inhuman caretaker #writing prompts

[themonstrousmenagerie]

I was asked to tell more about our adorable kitten, and I’m happy to oblidge. He was sent to us after his owner’s passing

Not dead, just before a massive exam

Tag list: @whumpsday @firapolemos05 @sodascribbles @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @halfwizardprincess

#whump #whump art #monster whump #inhuman whump #inhuman whumpee #pet whump

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Salvation a Scream Away

Bones in the Ocean Masterlist

For @amonthofwhump 12 days of Whumpmass, Day 6: Jack Frost | Post-apocalyptic Winter | Amnesia | Comfort turned to Fear | Comfort: Snowball Fight and Day7: Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer | Inhuman Whumpee | Exile | Self-sacrifice | Comfort: You’re Not Alone

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Kira woke to a gentle tune cradling her as if she were still in her mother’s arms. It almost felt like sailing down a river, rocked to and fro, and she allowed the simple pleasure of peace to envelop her for the moment, drifting just beneath coming fully awake and aware.

She felt so comfortable. So sweetly held by the water, and yet she could still breathe air. Somewhere just beyond the waters was the panic of some predicament she was in, but the song kept her away from it and made her feel so safe. She sighed, smiling slightly, raising her hand to touch the air-

Her fingertips found, instead, the warmth of smooth skin. In her mind, clear as a bell, came a simply sung command. 

Wake up.

Her eyes opened.

She gasped.

The siren’s inhumanly beautiful face was what she felt - her fingers were against his cheek, and she moved her pointer finger along the line of his cheekbone with her breath still caught in her throat. The creature loomed over her, staring down, his face only inches from hers as his last note faded, vibrating between them, as much in her lungs as his when she breathed him in. His hands were flat to the floor on either side of her, boxing her in. The worn-soft linen of his shirt brushed against her.

He was so close he could have kissed her. She’d have clawed his face off if he had, disemboweled him with her fingernails, beaten him to death with the nearest object capable of it.

But he only watched her, with a look of something like confusion or lingering frustration in the furrow of his brows.

Kira, still a little hazy from the song-spell, pressed her thumb lightly against the little wrinkle there between his eyes, just above the bridge of his nose.

He twitched, but he didn't pull back.

Kira realized she was holding her breath and hitched in an inhale, feeling her corset as a kind of soothing structure over her ribs, giving her support. The siren smelled like salt-spray, but not seawater. Cleaner than that. As if he carried a version of the sea with him that had never been polluted by the shipwrecks of men.

Her heart raced, the foggy comfort of the song turned to the sharper, cut-glass terror of being so close to something that could rend her limb from limb if he chose. And yet…

And yet.

He didn’t.

She dropped her hand. His eyes followed its drift downwards, then went back up to meet her gaze. She could be lost in them - and she knew why sailors would dive into the water to follow the song of a siren and think themselves in heaven as their lungs filled with saltwater and the sirens pulled them into the dark.

She might have followed such a lovely face and beautiful song to her death gladly, too.

And isn't that, more or less, what Guilford Wentworth intended to make her do?

She shook herself a little, like a dog shaking off water. “... you are-... very close,” She managed, voice half-whispered. She didn’t know why. “W-... why?”

The siren paused. Then, he said, slowly, “I do not understand you." . He pulled back, finally, and took his scent of sea-salt and the warmth of his skin with him. Kira found herself almost mournful at the loss, then her nose wrinkled with disgust at the thought. It must be the last dregs of the spell he’d had her under, mucking up her mind. She pushed herself to sitting, once he was far enough back, and looked around.

She was back in a bedroom, but not the same one. This one had different portraits of the same people, or maybe other people who looked like the same people. It had the large bed with different canopy and covers, and heavy iron bars on the window, thick enough that the sun barely made its way through. She could feel the hint of iron lacing every wall around her, somehow woven into the very walls. Magic-dampening, leaving her half-helpless, only able to cast spells that only affected her own body. 

At least, until he put iron on that, too.

Would the wedding ring be iron? Or a bracelet, welded on, keeping her forever under the thumb of the Lord Guilford Wentworth’s heinous desires? Just another wife in a portrait on the wall, smiling like dumb livestock because her own needs and dreams had been summarily removed, and no way to defend herself-

No way out-

She swallowed the lump in her throat and rubbed her upper arms with her hands, trying to force her breathing to slow down, and her heartbeat with it. Panic was never of any use, and it never solved a problem. “I-I… what. Ah, pardon, but... what is it you don’t understand, then?” Her voice came out thready and weak, but if the siren noticed, he didn’t visibly react.

“You.” He waved one hand at her, thoughtful. He was bruised in so many places, and she blinked as she realized some of those bruises seemed new. Bright red rings around his neck. Had Guilford Wentworth choked him in his anger, after she had been put to sleep on the floor? Had he done worse than that? “You come to work for him," The siren continued, "You come to chain me with human magic like all the others, and now you fear living the same life you would have made me live.”

Kira blinked. “I-... that’s wasn’t-... that’s not what I came here to do, though.”

Areyto stared at her, disbelief written clearly in the twist of his lips and flash of his dark eyes. Either he wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings, or he wasn’t bothering to hide them from her. “Yes, it is.” He held out his right arm, as if she had forgotten about the spellwork slowly fading from his skin. "You come to make this dark again."

“Right, yes, but-... I didn’t know-... I didn’t know he had a man.” The argument felt weak, and his snort in response definitely emphasized how very weak it was. 

“I am not a man,” Areyto said, voice flat. Fury bubbled just beneath his outward placidity. "How many times he tells me this? I am an animal, a dumb predator who will kill men for my meals and so can be made to do anything without guilt. It is no sin to rend and defile little more than a demon, he says. Yes? Is that not what a siren is? Wicked and wild?"

“No!” She groaned, putting her hands up over her face. “I-I mean... maybe wild, yes, but it’s not-... I didn’t know you were a creature who could think. The job was meant to be spelling a sea serpent-”

“That is what I am."

"You are not!" Why was she arguing? Somehow, Kira couldn't stop herself. She pushed up to her feet, and Areyto followed suit, the two of them close once again, each with a stubborn set to their jaws, each glaring daggers at the other.

Areyto seemed to realize the reflection they made first, and his expression shifted. He turned and went to the window. "The serpents also think. Not that it matters to men."

Kira told herself not to think about the scars she had seen on his back, down in the room with his pool of water. The scars… everywhere, beneath that plain shirt and pants he wore now. She could nearly picture them even now, barely hidden by the thin linen. He had been tortured, here, again and again and again. Because of magicians like her. “You just cannot speak to them to know it," Areyto muttered. "Your kind knows nothing about the waters.”

“Right… right. All right." She took in a deep breath, put her hands up to admit her defeat. "You say it truly, I am ignorant as to the ocean. But… I do promise, I did not know it would be one... one like you! I didn't know-”

“That you would do harm to a creature who could tell you the harm you do, that is what you did not know. You did not know that you would harm something you think to be pretty.” He looked at her over his shoulder, lip curling in disgust.

It made her hackles raise, to be looked at like that. Even if he had every right to loathe humanity, she couldn't stop herself from brushing the wrinkles from her skirt and then drawing herself to her full height. Her hair was coming loose, curling tendrils coming free and making the back of her neck itch. She set her jaw imperiously. "You don't know me so well as you think."

"Don't I? I know the ones like you. All your pity and your sympathies have never stopped you from making me his, again and again and again, you human magicians. You watch him keep me as a pet and a slave to his wants, whisper your sorries and make your sad faces and then watch me when the pain begins, and ends, and begins again. You are no better than the first one to hurt me. You humans are all exactly the same. You fear me or hate me, and if you feel anything else, it isn't enough to make you lift a hand to save me."

Kira opened her mouth to argue, and then slowly closed it again. “You have been-... ill-used by humans for a very long time,” She said, finally, keeping her voice low and a little soft. “I would hate us very much, if it were me, I think."

His expression stayed flat. "Indeed."

"But-... I would like to say that... that I don't like to think of myself as exactly like anyone or anything, and... I think I can do better by you than the other magicians have."

His face didn't move, but something might have softened around the glare of his eyes.

"But... can I ask-... If you hate us all so much, why are you in this room with me? Why not be… anywhere else, in this house, or however far you are allowed to go?”

Areyto did not answer her. He simply kept his eyes on the outside world, for long seconds ticking by marked by a clock on the wall. The sound might drive her mad, if one of them did not break it soon.

Just when she had drawn together her determination to speak again - having no idea what she would even say if she did - the siren turned around. He was close to her before she could do more than back up a few steps, bringing with him the heavy tension of his innate magic, a wild animal kind that the iron couldn’t dampen so well as it did her own. She swallowed, tipping her chin to meet his eyes as his warm hands closed around her upper arms. His irises shifted within themselves, like seaweed moving slowly in some deep dark place under the water. 

“You could use your magic without marking a spell,” He said, voice low. “Without a song. Without the paints or the brush. You did it there, at the table. You could do it again."

Kira shook her head. “I-I don’t know how I did it. We are not meant to be able to-”

“But you did. You must do it again, use that magic. Use it to free me, and yourself, from this place. From this man. That is why I come here to you, and bring you awake so you will speak to me.”

He took her hand in his own, then, closing both of his other her fingers, and she felt an electric charge up her arm as if he were made of lightning. She tensed, her eyes searching his face for the sign of rage, or the rows of sharp teeth she knew were there, beneath the human mouth. But all he did was lean in close, and she felt the puff of his breath as he spoke, pleading with eyes locked on hers. “Please. You are different than they have been before. Be different now. Help me.”

“I’m-... I’m a prisoner as much as you are-”

“Please,” He whispered again. “Please, please help me. You have wild magic. He cannot control that. Not even with my song. Not at all. You must use it to free me, don't leave me here."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, w-wild-... wild magic-... Look." She shook her head. "No one has that. Magic only works if it's directed-"

“Not yours.” He moved, then, around and past her, to the door. He left her standing there feeling as though he’d taken all the air with him. Left her cold and alone. The door opened and closed, and though when she tried it a half-second later, the doorknob did not turn for her at all, and the iron it was laced with made her palms ache.

She collapsed into an overstuffed padded chair in the corner of the room, a hand to her head, staring at nothing. The spell to make her body her own had faded, while she slept, but if he had noticed he hadn't said anything about that, either. Had shown no sign of even seeing the difference.

His words hung in the air as if he’d carved them into the walls, or painted them onto her skin. A spell, but one made only of terrible, frightened need.

Help me.

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Taglist: @grizzlie70 @burtlederp @finder-of-rings @theelvishcowgirl @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @bloodinkandashes @squishablesunbeam @mj-or-say10 @apokolyps @wildfaewhump @shrimpwritings @there-will-always-be-blood @latenightcupsofcoffee

#amow #whump #12 days of whumpmas #inhuman whumpee #captivity #trans oc #nonhuman whumpee #defiant whumpee #whump writing #original whump #original fantasy #fantasy writing #original fiction #areyto #kiraya losna #siren whump #siren #sirens #male siren #fantasy world #comfort turned to fear

[wolfeyedwitch]

Trying Not To Cry: A Vampire's Lament

(this title is far longer than this snippet of writing deserves but apparently that's what it's getting called)

CW: female vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, internalized dehumanization

Masterlist

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The vampire was trying its hardest not to cry.

It was no stranger to hiding its emotions. It had done that for years now, even before it was turned. As a gutter brat, it, she, had shown only the emotions that might endear her to those she begged for their scraps. 

The same principles had applied when it was first turned, when it first became a filthy thing no longer worthy of a name. When it had worked in the blood house, it had honed its acting skills so it lied with words and deeds. It would play whatever part it needed to, whether that be the cunning temptress or the distressed damsel. 

This should have been the same. It wasn’t. The penalties for mistakes were far more painful, here. As a human, the worst that might have happened was that she would die. 

Here, they wouldn’t allow the vampire that mercy.

It wasn’t even about the emotion itself. The vampire’s trainers wanted it scared. They might mock or taunt it for its tears, but they wouldn’t punish it. 

It just couldn’t afford to lose even the small amount of blood in its pink-tinged tears.

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Taglist:

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @nonbinary-disaster @onlybadendings @neverthelass @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @ghostfacepepper @someonesnamesblog @rainbows-and-whumperflies @extemporary-whump @thecyrulik @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @whumpsday @whumppsychology @elrysdoesstuff @towerlesskey @inkkswhumpandstuff @whumpycries @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @haro-whumps @pigeonwhumps @cc1010foxy

#the heart and the hunger #celeste the vampire #celeste is having a bad time #i wrote this for the bthb prompt trying not to cry #but then i decided to use that prompt for a different character #i just found this even though i wrote it forever* ago #(forever being 10 months holy shit that's longer than i thought) #female whumpee #vampire whumpee #inhuman whumpee #vampire whump #fantasy whump #whump snippet #whump writing

[a-whumped-tea]

Robotic whumpee glitching instead of stammering.

Their arm getting damaged so their elbow keeps glitching open and closed over and over again.

Them having the knowledge of different ways of communication - different spoken languages, mores code, sign language, etc - and frantically trying to use them in order to beg for the mercy of a complete stranger.

Robotic Whumper not understanding/caring that living beings feel pain differently than them.

Robotic Caretaker having been damaged to the point of not being able to remember all the ways to take care of someone.

#I thought I posted this so long ago? #robot whumpee #robot whump #cyborg whumpee #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario #whump community #whump prompt #awhumpedlake #whump ideas #whumper #whump #captivity whump #cyborg whump #inhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #robot caretaker #robot whumper

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1321

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A is half human, half monster. They're human enough that they can usually hide it, but one day their team gets into a bad fight, and seeing their friends getting hurt drives A over the edge. Their monster instincts take over and they shift into their monster form, carving through the enemies in a bloodthirsty rage. They calm down after the fight, but now their biggest secret is out in the open. How do their friends react? Are they supportive, or are they scared of A's monstrous power?

#good to see you river! #whump #writing #prompts #inhuman whumpee #ideas #angst #monster whumpee #secrets #monsters #magical whumpee

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 125

Write something inspired by this scene:

Monster whumpee transforms back into his human form and regains control of his mind, only to find the bloodied body of caretaker lying at his feet.

Overcome by horror and grief, whumpee falls to his knees.

"You see what you are, whumpee?" comes whumper's voice from behind him. "You're a monster. And the only safe place for you is with me."

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #monster whumpee #inhuman whumpee #whumpee and whumper #implied death #whumpee and caretaker #blood #transformation #blackrosesprompts #whump inspiration #whump inspo #writing inspiration #writing prompt #whump scene #whump concept #monster whump #emotional whump #fantasy whump #death #attacked #caretaker turned whumpee