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99point9percentwhump · 14 days

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Maverick "The Devil's Necklace" pt 1 & 2

#maverick #vintage whump #shot #concussion #collapse #weak #whump romance

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foundfamilywhump · 28 days

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being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

#gav gab #what WOULD i do tbh #i was cursed to be someone who is profoundly romance repulsed and also REALLY invested in narratives #about emotional and physical intimacy and character relationship and vulnerability and relying on one another #and thus: whump my beloved #one of the major draws for me hands down

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keyotosprompts · 3 months

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in between ᯓ★

jealousy prompts (oooooo)

⇴ person a sees person b absolutely hit it off with person c (and is very obviously pained because of it). person b comes over to talk to person a, but is only met with awkward conversation instead of the same boisterous talks they usually have.

⇴ person b sees person a with another person, and they have to bite down on their lip so hard whenever person a talks about the other person, because deep down person b wishes that a was with them (this was more pining than jealousy but oh well).

⇴ "was that a good conversation?" "oh... yeah. it was great" "great." [and there's this thick, awkward silence afterwards].

⇴ person a wishes that they could be person b. person b has it all: charisma, hilariousness, the friends, the partner, etc. (but maybe person a isn't jealous of person b... maybe person a is desperately craving person b's attention and that's why they're jealous)

⇴ person b is watching person a from afar, chatting it up with this other person. b has a strong urge to pull a away from everyone and pull a into b's own little world, but refuses because they want to keep a happy, even if it's at a cost at b's own happiness.

⇴ person a and person b are dating, and person a just finished a conversation with someone person b was jealous of. when they get home, person b is a bit more clingier and so much more touchy. cue a's teasing and b hiding their face in the crook of a's neck.

⇴ ^ "so... are you finally gonna admit you were jealous?" "uh, no, because i wasn't" (b says as they press kisses to a's neck and hold a close to their body).

⇴ "you guys look good together." "really?" (and a/b wants to shout NO!!!!!!)

⇴ "and i love you. i love it when you do the double-tuck thing with your hair when you're nervous, does [person c] notice that? do they know that when you shove your hands in your pockets, you're really just doing it so you can fidget without anyone knowing? or, what about the way you look at people–" and person a is in total shock the whole time.

⇴ "i can't take it anymore. i want–need you. i don't care about what [person c] thinks, i only care about you. tell me you need me too, and i'll stay."

⇴ person b is sulking after seeing person a reunite with someone they've been close to since forever (think family friend...yikes). person a thinks it's adorable and goes to "comfort" b by peppering their face with kisses and giving them words of affirmation.

⇴ "hey" kiss on the jaw "you don't have anything to worry about" kiss on the corner of the lips "i chose you for a reason" kiss on the temple "you're the one i love" kiss on the lips.

⇴ ^^ cut to person b being like "really?" with a cheeky grin.

⇴ person a is about to reach out to person b, only to see person b walk past them to go see person c. person a turns around to person c and immediately feels flooded with comparisons. specifically, "why don't they like me like they like them?"

⇴ person a is constantly checking the relationship status of person b, and their heart always aches when they continue to see person c's username in person b's bio.

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youneedsomeprompts · 29 days

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~ I LONG FOR YOU ~ LONG DISTANCE PINING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: Any chance you could do some long distance pining? Like, one person has a crush on the other but they only know each other through online stuff and feel hopeless that they could ever be together

Feel free to use and reblog!

spending hours daydreaming about the other

the hours of long distance talks/chats create much deeper connections than with people they see every day

'let me tell you about my greatest fears and darkest childhood traumas while we both lay in our comfy beds many miles apart'

not sharing a single aspect of their daily lives, they consider how the other would react to this aspect or that aspect if they were with them for the day

*oh, [person B] would love how silly that cute dog looks! I have to tell them later!*

the other knows everything about your home/home town/the people you meet every day because you told them about every smallest detail

they're connecting mostly about shared thoughts and sentiments because that is what best translates over large distances

ordering the same food so that they can eat together and pretend they're on a real date

"Describe to me exactly where you're at, how you are. I want to feel like I'm right there with you."

"You're the only one who truly gets me."

"Imagine how unstoppable we were if the universe put us on the same spot on earth. We'd be too powerful, that's why we have to suffer this separation. It's only for the best of the others."

"Ugh, it just sucks that I can't hug you right now! I need to be in your arms."

"I hate that I can't promise you it'll get better. I don't know if there is ever a way for us to get over this long distance issue."

"I know you even though I never met you, and I don't think I can say that about anyone else. I don't know anyone, and no ones knows me. Only you. You know me."

"I've got a surprise. I'm coming over." "You're lying. I know you can't come over." "But what if I can?"

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writersloveroe · 11 months

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sickfic romantic prompts

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actions

•whispering sweet nothings as they fall asleep

•placing a hand on their forehead to check their temperature

•placing a blanket over them

•cooking their favorite soup

•running a finger through their hair while they sleep

•finding something to distract them from pain (ex: movies, video-games, etc)

•convincing them that the medicine’s taste isn’t that bad

•trying (or not trying) to refrain from giving them kisses in order to not get sick

•rubbing their stomach

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dialogue

•”you’ll feel better in no time, i promise,”

•”geez, you’re burning up,”

•”my grandma swears by this chicken noodle soup recipe, i’m sure you’ll love it,”

•”i knew i should’ve made you wear a coat,”

•”can you kiss me? i’m sure i’ll feel wayy better if you do,”

•”i won’t get sick i promise, just let me kiss you!”

•”stop being dramatic the medicine flavor can’t be that bad,”

•”you’re shaking, if you needed a blanket just say so next time,”

•”i hate being sick, but i love when you take care of me,”

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natt-writes · 15 days

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cute romance prompts

Person A is having trouble sleeping due to anxiety/trauma so person B whispers sweet things into their ear while rubbing soothing circles on there back until they eventually fall asleep, their body warm against persons B’s, comforting them both.

person B just went through something traumatic (I always have to add a bit of whump to my prompts lol), and they are at the hospital hooked up to loud and scary machines as their heart races. They start to panic so the doctors decide to inject them with s sedative to make sure they don’t freak out and hurt themself. Person A grabs onto their hand tightly as person B tries to squirm away from the needle. A wraps their arms tightly around B and promises that it will be ok.

^while on drugs and loopy person B starts to get very giggly. A is amused by this and uses the opportunity to tease B while they’re in this state, unable to do much about it. B starts to feel better after A cheers them up and eventually tells A how much they love them. Of course their love confession doesn’t make total sense due to the amount of drugs they are on, but A understands and values their words just the same. (Bonus if this is their first time saying I love you).

person A is reading a book in bed while person B sleeps. Person A keeps giggling and gasping as they read the book, enjoying every word. Person B awoken by the noise sits up and shakes their head at A. Person A immediately starts apologizing thinking B is mad. Instead of yelling at them person B laughs and says that if this book is as good as they are making it seem, they want to read it too. They put their head on person A’s shoulder and listens intently as A reads the book out loud to them.

person A and person B are out on a date when person B sees that their local pet shop is having some sort of event. They run inside and look down at a pen filled with puppies. They smile and lean over the metal gate, petting the puppies happily. A eventually catches up to them and asks what they’re doing? B tells them they are getting a puppy. A tells them they don’t have room in their home for one. B pouts and points to a scruffy looking dog. They say that he’s a rescue and that he needs a loving home, besides the sign says that if you and the puppy don’t get along, you can bring it right back. A looks at B and then down at the puppy, both of them doing the same adorable face. They sigh and say fine, walking up to a worker to try and adopt the dog. B giggles happily as they play with their soon to be pet.

#Writing prompts #fluff #fluff prompts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #whump ideas #romance prompts #comfort #fanfics

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the-bar-sinister · 10 months

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♦️ Your fiction is worthwhile.

♦️ Your fiction is art.

♦️ Your fiction has artistic merit and value.

♦️ Your fiction is important.

♠️ Even if people call your writing worthless.

♠️ Even if people call your writing disgusting.

♠️ Even if people try to devalue you as an artist.

❤️ Even if your writing is self indulgent.

❤️ Even if your writing is a genre people dismiss.

❤️ Even if your writing is about sex or romance.

❤️ Even if your writing is violent, dark or taboo.

❤️ Even if your writing is fanfiction.

♣️ All fiction is art. All art is worthwhile.

♣️ You do not have to justify your fiction writing to anyone.

♣️ Your fiction is art and it has artistic value.

#creative affirmations #writeblr #writblr #on writing #creative work #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #positivity #writing #writing advice #fiction #fandom #archive of our own #whump #romance writing #ao3 #pro ao3

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Touch: The Following Autumn (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated/warning: 18+, whump, depiction of difficult childbirth Word Count: 2.4k

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Summary: Benedict holds you through the birth of your first child.

Benedict’s grasp is the only thing keeping you hanging on. The only thing you are trying to focus on as the rest of your body feels like it is being ripped apart. You have never known so much pain, such bone-deep, gnawing pain, and that it has gone on for eighteen hours is incomprehensible. But you are still conscious, and you are still fighting, because he needs you to. Because they both need you to.

He sits at your bedside, your hands clasped together so tightly for so long, they have both gone white and you can’t feel your fingers anymore. That is the least of your concerns as another contraction surges through you and you groan, worn too tired to scream anymore. You lean into your husband, your free hand clinging to him wherever you can grasp - his hair, his neck, the sleeve of his shirt. You claw at him as you fight for a shuddering inhale, the wave of pain feeling as if it can drown you.

He presses his lips to your forehead, his face desperately tired and pale too. “My darling,” he whispers. “Oh my love.” He has run out of the energy or creativity to say anything more. Not that he needs to. You just need to feel him close by.

“Mrs. Bridgerton,” the surgeon looks up from the sheet spread across your knees. “You must continue to push.” His voice is stern, but there is an undercurrent of sympathy. No one in this room thinks you are weak. They have all been with you, watching you suffer for nearly an entire day.

You nod limply, trying to find your breath as Benedict smooths your hair back from your sweaty face with his free hand. On the opposite side of the bed, Violet leans in with a cool cloth and presses it to your neck. They are the only family members with you. Your parents were waylaid by bad weather on their return from the Continent, and will miss the birth of their first grandchild.

You just want to fall apart. You want to sink back into the pillows and grant yourself some rest. You felt your strength give out hours ago, but somehow you are still here, trembling, pushing with whatever mild response your muscles will give you, to help your child into the world. The fear is growing that they may be stillborn. Your water broke so long ago and they have been stuck in your body. But you refuse to give into despair, and you swear you can still feel them, straining within you, doing their part to break free.

Now the surgeon is telling you to push. You don’t know what energy you are supposed to push with. There is none left in your body, none at all. The only place you can feel it is in Benedict’s hands, numb though your fingers are. There is strength in him, strength in your love, strength in your desire to meet your child. You will have to draw on that. It is all you have.

Gritting your teeth and leaning into Benedict’s shoulder, you grate out a scream and try to channel everything you feel from him, down to your baby. It’s piercing, the ache you feel along your legs, down your spine, and all through your hips. You feel as if your bones are made of blades. You push with your body and your soul, anything you can offer, and collapse back against the pillows, breathing hard.

“Another,” The dreadful command from the foot of the bed makes you whimper.

Dear god, you can’t. Your shoulders start to shake with tiny sobs that produce no tears. Benedict leans over you, never releasing your hand, caressing your forehead.

“I can’t,” you gasp, “Ben…I’m sorry…I can’t.”

The fear in his eyes is palpable. His face is haggard, shadowed with stubble. He swallows hard, searching your face, desperately questing for what to say.

Violet squeezes your arm beside you and you turn to look at her, now more grateful than ever that she is here. She is the only one who can truly understand what you are feeling. Her eyes are glistening with tears but burning with resolve simultaneously.

“Y/n, dearest, you must let your mind go.” You stare back at her, confused. She presses on, her voice tight. “The pain exists only in your mind. Your body is always strong enough to do what it must. It is only your mind that is struggling.” Her words sink in, somehow making sense. She nods at you in encouragement. “Wait for the next contraction, and let your body push, but your mind must go.”

You give her the barest nod, your breath growing shallow, then turn back to look at Benedict above you. If there is anywhere that you can lose yourself, it’s into his silvery eyes, even though they are now filled with panic.

He heard his mother. Intuitively, he knows what you are trying to do. He holds the side of your face, slender fingers framing your ear, and lowers to rest his forehead against yours.

“Y/n,” he breathes. “Do you remember the snowstorm two years ago?”

You lock into his eyes, trying to transport yourself back into memories, to leave your body behind you to work without your mind’s interference. You nod slightly against him, breathing hard and shallow through your nose.

“You were the reason I didn’t finish that damn landscape.” A small grin tugs at his lips. “I was going outside to paint but then I saw you with my family, having as much fun as the children. You were so beautiful, so carefree and strong. I had to get to know you. So I abandoned the painting and joined in.”

Your mind is beginning to float back. Entranced with the kaleidoscope of his irises, you remembered that cold day, the sting of the snow against your exposed wrists, the squeals of laughter from everyone involved.

“It turned out to be the right decision because the next day you walked straight into my arms in front of my easel.”

You would grin at his cheekiness, but even your face has grown sore at this point.

“And from then on, you made me fall deeper and deeper. The whole season in London, I could barely breathe around you.”

Light dances in his eyes, the same way it had when he would laugh with you on a promenade, or slip you a flute of champagne with a wink.

“All I wanted was to be close to you. To hold you in my arms. I wanted it badly enough that I forced myself to dance with you. It was the only way I could feel you without causing a scandal.”

You remember the night of the Cowper ball, the heat and insistence of his grasp. You never allowed yourself to hope that it was desire, or that it was love. But it had been. He had loved you as long as you had loved him. A warm buoyancy starts to grow in your exhausted chest. You are always moved by the depth of your husband’s affection, but to hear him narrate your love story as he experienced it, is overwhelmingly beautiful.

He continues, his words whispering across your face. “Then once I had held you, I knew I needed to hold you for the rest of my life. I knew I had to marry you.”

You feel the familiar, horrible clench of pain start to notch up your spine; another contraction heaving its way through your body. A strangled noise rises from the back of your throat and Benedict releases your hand at last, bringing both of his to grip your shoulders. You cling back to him, scrabbling to clutch his arms, breathing faster.

Violet is beside you both, offering soothing words of encouragement, but they are lost to your ears. You try to do as she said, to separate your mind from your body, and stay lost in Benedict’s eyes. He keeps his face above yours, never pulling away, as you feel your body start to bear down and arc against the pillows.

“Y/n,” He raises his voice, commanding your attention. “I will always be here to hold you. Darling, you are not alone in this.”

You can feel the pain, gripping and searing, but fight to concentrate on Benedict and nothing else. The warm light in your chest continues to grow, becoming a gauzy barrier between your thoughts and the agony of your muscles. Staring into his eyes, their grey fractals envelop you, and you feel yourself start to push.

You must do this. You want to do this. Whatever it takes to bring your child into the world, to make Benedict a father and see his face light with a smile once more. Everything in your body rushes downward and you dig your fingers into his arms but he never wavers. You can’t help from shouting behind your gnashing teeth, keening against him. Then there is a shift, and pressure. Immense, weighted pressure builds at your center, knocking you breathless.

“The head is out!” The surgeon calls excitedly from below.

Benedict breaks your gaze to look back at him, then turns to you with eyes full of hope. Now the end is in sight.

“One more, Mrs. Bridgerton.” The surgeon instructs. “Last one.”

You’re not sure if your lungs work anymore. Your body feels completely beyond your control. The pressure is so intense, dark spots threaten the edges of your vision and you blink to keep from swooning. Benedict must sense this, because he takes your face in both of his hands and calls to you, gently but insistently.

“My love, she is nearly here. Our baby. Just one more and we will finally hold her.” There is an urgency in his voice, a blend of concern and excitement. “You must push, my love. Not because I am asking you to, but because she is ready to join the world.”

You look up at him, your eyes glazed as you pant desperately. His own eyes are brimming with tears. He is longing for a daughter, convinced that your baby would be a girl from the very day you told him you were with child. You had insisted it would be a boy, more to toy with him than anything else, and in a moment, one of you will be proven victorious. But only if you can muster yourself for one last attempt.

The energy in the room has changed. There is a buzz of joy threatening to erupt from under the agony of your extended labor. The warmth in your chest surges. Benedict says not to push for his sake, but you are going to. It is your love for him that is the source of all your strength. You wrap your arms around his neck and lock your eyes on his once more. There, you see your past, your future, your very soul reflected back at you. You remember every glance, every kiss, every display of passion that has filled your life with such bliss over the past two years. His large hands, steady on either side of your face, burn into your skin with memories of every touch, every time your fingers brushed, or clasped, or entwined, every time you held or were held.

The warmth in your chest has grown as intense as the pressure in your hips, and you go rigid, straining your whole body to will it downward, eyes clenching shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you pour every last ounce of yourself into the effort. All you can hear is the blood in your ears, and all you can feel is the press of your husband’s hands as the rest of your body becomes nothing but pressure. You worry you may burst, or slip into the darkness at the edge of your mind.

But then there is release. The pressure gives way and everything moves and the air comes rushing back into your lungs. Everyone is talking, exclaiming, but your mind is too fuzzy to make out what they are saying. Then you hear it - a cry. Strong and loud, your baby’s cry calls you back to your senses and you open your eyes.

Above you, Benedict is weeping and he falls into you, clutching you against him as he laughs into your neck, then peppers your face with kisses. A wave of euphoria casts over you, despite the weariness of your body, and you smile, raking your fingers through his hair. Everything is moving quickly. You hear Violet praising you nearby. The baby’s cry continues somewhere in the room.

Then a nursemaid approaches and lays a small bundle into your arms with a smile. “It is a girl.”

Benedict nearly cackles with joy. Suddenly, you are alert and aware, arms filled with all the strength they need to hold your child and never let go. Benedict nestles in beside you on the bed, lifting you to sit up in his arms. The fussy cries sound from the little blanket as you both peer in and see a round-cheeked, red little face under a shock of matted dark hair, squirming with clenched fists and scrunched eyes. Benedict reaches out and runs a slender finger through the wispy hair, and she falls quiet. Then her grey eyes open, focusing on you both and assessing you curiously.

She is her father’s daughter, a Bridgerton through and through. Violet perches beside the bed, blinking away happy tears. You smile at her, appreciating how she was able to do this so many times, including bringing Benedict into the world. You want to repay her for such a gift, and you know that you will take Benedict’s suggestion and name your daughter after her.

You turn back to your baby, watching Benedict caress her tiny pink fingers with two of his own. You can already see that he is desperately in love, and you know that you are in for the best kind of trouble. You have never felt such happiness, such contentment, as you do in this moment. You lean into him, beaming smiles on both of your faces.

You are encapsulated in warmth, marveling at how his arms encircle and bind you all together; you, your husband, and the life you have created out of pure love. Your family, your entire world, kept safe within his hold.

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @mysticwitchcraftco

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #female reader #regency #regency era #regency romance #light whump

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whump-thoughts · 1 year

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I am once again thinking about living weapon/guard dog whumpee's....

A living weapon whumpee who is just so extremely conditioned that they will not even sleep or eat if not given permission to do so by their master

A guard dog whumpee that is meant to be at their masters side at all times and also be alert to anyone that could be a threat to them but due to having spent so much time just trapped in a tiny and sound-proofed room being tortured for god knows how long, big crowds or even just like, multiple stimuli will cause them to have sensory overload

Living weapon whumpee that is legitimately terrifying, like they have and will kill at the command of their master and will obey the whims of them without any objections as well.

Multiple living weapon whumpee's! They are all deeply conditioned but also feel a very strong kinship towards each other, even if they cannot show it due to the conditioning

And how about their caretaker's?

A caretaker that is smaller and weaker than whumpee, being unable to carry or restraint them when necessary, yet still is determined to help them

A caretaker that is younger than whumpee and is both scared of and hesitant to help them!, whumpee being completely subservient to them does not calm their fear in the slightest

A caretaker that has given up on deconditioning whumpee, simple trying keeping them in a soothed passive state, where they don't harm others or themselves, but are not healed just using their own conditioning in a different way.

Idk man, sorry if something is written weirdly, it's 3 am and English is not my first language, hope ya thought these ideas were interesting at least.

#whump prompt #whump #living weapon whumpee #guard dog whumpee #multiple whumpees #conditioning #conditioned whumpee #bad caretaker #reluctant caretaker #ask to tag #pet whump #? i guess #once again. all the relationships between whumpee and caretaker in my whump prompts are non-romantic/platonic. idk i just dont like romance #oh also feel free to write stuff based on these. just tag me lol #martin's stash #<- tag for my posts. hi i am martin

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me-writes-prompts · 10 months

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-:“You’re too good for me” dialogues:-

(Love the angst, but dread it. Tag me if use ANY of these, would love to read them :)))

By @me-writes-prompts

"You're too good for me."

^^"I'm not good enough for you."

"I'm not worthy enough of your love."

"We can't be together."

"You don't deserve me. You deserve someone better."

"I'm sure you'll find someone better than me." "But I want you. And only you." >>>>>

"I don't want to want you."

"Stop complimenting me! I'm not decent enough to receive them."

"I love you." "I can't. We can't."

"Let's just keep distance between us, yeah?" "No."

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99point9percentwhump · 5 months

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Outlander S1E1 Claire and Jaimie's first Meeting for @captivity-whump

Bonus vid cuz it really is a nice scene!

#outlander #pain #cared for #whump romance #99's

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99point9percentsurewhump · 2 years

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Hero of the Underworld (2016) Pt 1 Pt 2 Movie Link

#Hero of the Underworld #movie #emotional whump #anguish #crying #cared for #whump romance

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asmoshywrites · 4 months

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Giving Characters Traumatic Backstories

(To spice up your character development)

Giving traumatic backstories to your characters is like bringing a new life into your readers. It makes your characters relatable and more human, bringing a sense of attachment between your readers and the characters.

Scars to remind them of their rough past.

(Extra points if they've tried to get rid of them but were unsuccessful)

2. Death of a close family member or friend.

(Extra points if they had to witness the death or couldn't move on from it)

3. The Character is an outcaste to society/ friends/ family

4. Abusive childhood/ Neglected as a child

5. Fire survivor

6. Being gaslighted or manipulated by someone close leads to severe trust issues and a distorted sense of reality.

7. Developing severe anxiety, PTSD, or other mental health disorders due to a traumatic experience.

8. Unsuccessful suicidal attempts due to fear of societal judgment from people.

9. They mentally torment themself in fear of becoming like someone they hate.

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clairelsonao3 · 5 months

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Where are all the stories???

Is it just me or is there much less fiction coming across my Tumblr dash right now (or altogether?) I still see a fair amount of short whump prompt-type things, which is great, but what I really want are some ongoing OC stories I can get invested in! Something romantic, whumpy, dramatic, angsty, or (even better) all of the above? 🙏

I know people are SO busy right now, but I know I'm not the only one who actually tends to do MORE reading this time of year! (Or maybe I'm just procrastinating on other stuff, but oh well!😄)

And of course, I may have just missed some great stuff, too!

So I'll tell you what: Please interact and send a link if you've posted something recently you'd like me to check out and I PROMISE to give it a look and reblog it! 🥰

ETA: If you want me to read something, PLEASE specify what it is or I'll never find it, lol.

#writeblr #metapost #whump #romance #writing #original characters #ocs #original fiction #writers on tumblr #original writing #writing community #whumpblr

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 months

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~ BUT I'M NOT THE ONE ~ UNREQUITED LOVE PROMPTS

requested by: various anons

requests: any prompts for watching someone you love pay attention and gaze at someone else lovingly?; Can I get some prompts for one-sided pining? your prompts have helped motivate me to write sm, thank you for doing what you do <3333

Part 1 (kinda): 15 unrequited love prompts

Feel free to use and reblog!

trying to forget that their love interest loves someone else but they're painfully reminded of it every day

feeling their heart break as they see their love interest showering someone else with love but they just can't look away

giving their love interest support/advice, full well knowing that it'll only serve to bring them together with someone else

indulging in fantasies where they are happy with their love interest

torturing themselves by nurturing their feelings and staying close to their love interest, even though it's a hopeless case

being torn between hating their love interest's love interest and wanting to be nice to them since their love interest likes them

how can someone so nice as their love interest hurt them so badly just by liking someone else?

adoring their love interest's ability to love because they see how pure their love is; unfortunately, though, they're just not the lucky recipient

they count themselves lucky to have known such love (telling themselves it's right to hold on to this selfless form of love that is independent of any reciprocation)

secretly/silently dedicating everything they're doing to their love interest, and if they could they would write the most heart-wrenching and heart-felt love poems outshining every great Greek and Roman poet

loving them hurts so good but it hurts so bad

they watch every little change in their love interest's expression and see how they brighten up when they look at their own love interest

they know their love interest and their way to (express) love better than they know themselves

they don't want their love interest to know about their feelings because they don't want to make them feel bad for not reciprocating

better to be tragically in love than to have not loved at all