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hand-shaped bruises. bracelets of finger imprints on wrists, branded on shoulders or throats or hips. the lack of plausible deniability. the way anyone seeing it can tell something Happened. someone who cares sees it and there’s no hiding the ongoing whump anymore. the photographs memorializing it. the moment a sleeve slips and a friend or coworker or roommate asks “whoa, what happened?”

just. the obviousness of it. the distinctness of it. hand-shaped bruises my beloved.

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"You were so noble, little cat, but now it is time to lay down your crown."

~stag anon

content: hybrid whumpee, royal whump, humiliation, dehumanisation

"You were so noble, little cat, but now it is time to lay down your crown."

Whumpee glared at their captor, — king of the country now in charge of their homeland — large ears pinned back against their head in a defensive posture, and decided they would rather die than bow down. "Fuck you," they spat, and a guard immediately smacked them upside the head. It was such a humiliating gesture, almost akin to a mother scolding her child.

"You'll learn," the new king said, their wolfish grin making Whumpee think the two of them were always meant to be enemies. "In due time, even a beast like you can learn respect."

#👀 #other people’s writing #which character is going brrr?

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"You were so noble, little cat, but now it is time to lay down your crown."

~stag anon

content: hybrid whumpee, royal whump, humiliation, dehumanisation

"You were so noble, little cat, but now it is time to lay down your crown."

Whumpee glared at their captor, — king of the country now in charge of their homeland — large ears pinned back against their head in a defensive posture, and decided they would rather die than bow down. "Fuck you," they spat, and a guard immediately smacked them upside the head. It was such a humiliating gesture, almost akin to a mother scolding her child.

"You'll learn," the new king said, their wolfish grin making Whumpee think the two of them were always meant to be enemies. "In due time, even a beast like you can learn respect."

#👀 #other people’s writing #which character is going brrr?

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Additionally, whumpees with nerve damage! Whumpees who *always* shake, so it's hard to tell when something is wrong! Whumpees who need someone to hold them down for shots because they cant stop moving and restraints freak them out too much! All the ways whumpers can fuck 'em up *that* much!

Human body's fragile, man, you look at it wrong it gets fucked up

Give me more shaking whumpees.

Give me whumpees who are shivering so much from their high fever that they can't even hold a bottle of water up to their lips, leaving caretaker to hold it for them like they're bottle feeding a baby animal.

Give me whumpees who've lost so much blood that they're pale and trembling violently, their skin cool to the touch. Their body is desperately trying to keep them warm, but with each new shudder they're just bleeding more and more.

Give me whumpees in shock- whumpees who find out something so emotionally distressing that they can do nothing but shake, eyes fixed on a single point, jolting away from any touch.

Give me more shaking whumpees.

#saving this for later

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Hero’s eyes flickered back and forth in a panic. Metal cuffs clasped around both wrists, their ankles secured similarly to the chair legs. How they had gotten here they couldn’t quite remember, and yet the metallic taste in their mouth couldn’t be good.

Their brain pounded inside their skull and Hero had to squint to make sense of the smallest detail. A sea of concrete surrounded them, pillars marked with spray paint and railings tarnished by rust. Behind them, Hero heard the clinking of glass and froze.

A gloved hand brushed along the curve of their shoulders, sending a shudder through every nerve. Hero turned only to be caught at the base of the neck. They sucked in a breath as fingers coiled tight around their throat, releasing just a moment later.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve planned this.” Footsteps echoed along the concrete. Hero craned their neck, anything to pinpoint the form that circled behind them. The hand returned, wrenching their head back before they could get a proper glance.

“Ah, not just yet,” The voice chided, “I didn’t say you could look.”

Hero swallowed their unease, “What do you want?”

They were released, slumping forward from the absence of pressure. More tapping. The high clink of glass was a pinprick in the Hero’s ears.

A pressure at their side made them flinch. A fatal mistake. Hero jerked to the side, and as such ducked straight towards the needle they had failed to notice. A single prick and their skin became fire. Only then did their captor step into the light.

Dark fabric hung loosely from their shoulders, the collar popped on the leather trench coat. Caramel strands fell over their temples and curled at the ends, though failed to conceal the green eyes beneath. Villain greeted them with a feline smile, the syringe still gripped between their fingers.

“You asked what I wanted- well the answer is quite simple darling.” Hero blinked hard, barely able to process the words. Their limbs already felt ten times heavier. “I want you. I always have, and this here will help me achieve just that.” They tapped the syringe and smirked.

Panic shot through the Hero’s veins but they couldn’t move. Their skin prickled all over, numb yet burning at the same time. Even the ache of the cuffs had faded around their wrists. Hero could feel nothing.

They opened their mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. With a knowing smile, Villain shot them a pitiful glance. “Don’t fret,” they said, “when you wake again this will all be so much easier.”

#mmm tasty #other people’s writing

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borderline comatose whumpee having their hair braided.. caretaker/fellow whumpee gently positioning them so they can braid their hair; touches soft and careful, tender and sweet. it's one of the few kind touches whumpee has experienced, and they're barely aware enough to feel it

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whumpee helping whumper make a shed, not knowing that whumper was planning on keeping them captive in it

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Actually, all artists will go insane if you draw art of their art. The same goes for fic writers. It could be a stick figure and we'd still love it. We're also kissing you on the lips

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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#avian #but i never even considered a dragon whumpee 👀 #whump poll

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You don't have to apologize, or perform authorial disgust, for dark, violent, sexual, cruel or problematic topics in the fiction you create.

Fiction does not exist to teach an audience a moral lesson. You as an author are not required to be your audience's moral teacher.

You can have bad things happen-- you can have a protagonist who is bad-- without having to explain to your audience that they are bad.

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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There are so many AUs where Artificer's blue slugpup is taken by scavengers and raised by them . When will there be an AU where th GREEN slugpup s taken away by leeches and raised by them, huh?

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#whump poll #insults are fun but my main whumpee is too easily scared to actually call whumpers the shit he comes up with

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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

#saving this for later

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hey whumpers!

#smooth because I don't want to saw their arm off i want to stab them and have the blade slide over their skin #not catch and hook. #like it has its place its just not with me #whump poll

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#saving this for later