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heyyyyyyy! I know you haven't posted for awhile, but I just found your account and I'm already invested in Jay's pirate story and wanna know if there's a chance you're continue it??

Hello! I’d love to reach out to you and direct you to my other account If you could just leave a comment on this post :)

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Legends Never Die

Co-written with the amazing @villainsandheroes

CW: super hero fights, physical violence, mentions of destruction of property. Not much going on here, just setting up for the real whumpy bits!

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Legend strolled around the city, looking for ways he could create some trouble. The hero team had been busy recently as villains from the whole district had been attacking, several of them a day. He didn’t care much however, an itch to fight with one of them after running into the new hero several days before.

Legend’s attention was caught as he looked over at the park on the south side of the city. His dragonfly-like wings spread and he flew up to a nearby building so he could get a better look. Ox, the city's strength centered hero, was trying to clean up the park from destruction rot on it. They were moving trees and benches as civilians were busy on the other side cleaning up the trash that had been left behind.

Legend smirked, noticing how their movements were slower than normal. He eyed the foundation of a building nearby which had already been cleaned of debris. He wondered quietly how long that took, judging by how they looked, Legend concurred they hadn’t taken much, if any of a break. He hummed a bit before whistling to get their attention.

Ox looked up, but they didn’t have to. They had a pretty good idea of who could possibly be trying to get their attention right now, and their hunch was right. “Ah, Legend. I’m a bit busy right now.” They said, gesturing at the mess. “Can’t it wait?” They give him a fond but mostly exasperated look.

“Aw. You get any sleep? Or have you been too busy helping them?” He gestured his head over to the small cleanup crews. “You know, I really don’t think it’s in your contract that you have to help them.” He chuckled while walking to the edge of the building, stepping off. His wings caught his fall and let him land.

Ox rolled their eyes and kept cleaning. Their strength made the job so much easier for the cleaning crew, who desperately needed any help that they could. “I didn’t become a hero just to get paid, you know. Doing this means going above and beyond, no matter what the contract says.”

Legend made a face, practically dripping with disapproval and annoyance. “What a generous hero. God, can’t you ever be selfish?” He glanced over at the crew before back at Ox. None of them seemed super alarmed, which was good. He didn’t want a big scene. Legend stepped even closer into their personal space. “Why not just a little fight, hm Ox?”

They tensed momentally, out of habit. But their muscles relaxed a second later, and they lightly pushed Legend away, weary with his insistence, but not upset. “Well, all of the really heavy stuff has been taken care of by now, which is what they really need me for. How about this? If we go to a different area, and you promise to not make a mess, then we can fight. Do you hear me? Not a single. Ounce. Of. Damage. Not a broken branch of a city tree or a crack in the road.”

"Or what?" He leaned over them. "Because I really think the city could put more of their attention in this part of the city." He whispered while smiling gently.

“More attention needed to this part does not mean you should wreck it. No, we’re going somewhere else. Even just a few blocks over. I won’t let you cause havoc here.” Ox said, raising an eyebrow. A civil and good-hearted, although very genuine, challenge.

Legend eyed them before letting out a deep sigh. "You have two minutes to get there before I get bored." He flew off to an area with a more open field away from everyone. Fully prepared to go right back to the city, planning out in his head which buildings he would attack first.

Ox grumbled to themself about Legend, running after him as fast as they could while still conserving energy for the fight. “What a jerk…” they whisper to themself, trying to find when he went.

He hummed softly, looking up as they ran closer. Flying up in the air to get behind them before diving at them and slamming them into the ground.

All the earlier bits of fondness were mostly gone from their eyes as their mind shifted into Serious Hero Time. They had no problem shoving him off and rose to their feet as quickly as possible. They weren’t one for talking during a fight, so they didn’t. Their body tense and their muscles prepared to spring into action and defend against Legend’s attacks.

Legend was content with the situation, the fighting back and forth lasted for a while. Ox was one of the heroes on the team that Legend struggled fighting the most due to their strength aspect, but it made it all that more of a challenge. Eventually, he pulled back instead of leaping forward. “Nice fighting, good to see you aren’t rusty.” He gave them a smile before flying off.

Ox wiped the sweat off of their brow. Legend was always doing stuff like this. Forcing a fight, then leaving just as suddenly. And although he could be dangerous, he wasn’t a super violent villain— not that Ox would ever say that to his face — and his wings were a nice change of pace from most fights. Checking over themself, Ox started heading back to the hub. They had to write up a report on the fight that had just transpired before they could finally go home and rest.

One of their teammates waved over from the couch. "Hey, Andi! Is everything ok? Saw Legend on the news."

Andi sighed, flopping down on the couch with all the gracefulness of a, well, tired ox. “Well, he didn’t really cause much damage to buildings, and no civilians got hurt, so I’d say things are okay.”

Luna smiled sympathetically. Leaning over to gently rub their back. "I'll get you a snack. Sweet or salty?" She stood up.

“Sweet, please. Do we have any more of those little cookies?” Andi stayed sitting, but they watched Luna fondly. They were proud of her like they were of all the heroes on this team.

Most districts only needed a couple heroes, but due to the dangerous location with so many government-lead facilities around, the government allowed quite a lot of heroes in the area. The first six months or so was miserable as they struggled with trying to figure out each other's schedules. Who had what villains at what point in time. Their Leader was the one who had the idea that they just all become a team. Backup was needed for some fights anyways, so it made sense.

Everyone had been excited about the team and their performances all went up as well. One of their teammates had sent in a request for a hub, and surprisingly the government complied and began work. The facility wasn’t too huge but it was much more than most heroes got. There were work offices, several joined living areas, a kitchen with thousands of dollars worth of appliances.

And then Luna had come along a year or so ago. She was an up and rising hero, with very little experience. Surprisingly though, she wasn’t holding the group back in any ways. In fact, their little group had grown quite a lot since she had joined.

“Mhm! I’ll be right back.” Luna left to go to the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she got a plate of cookies and some water for them as well. Carefully added in flavorless electrolytes so Andi could recover a little bit easier from working non-stop. Luna picked up one of the report packets from the kitchen counter and brought them over, smiling a bit while presenting everything. “Voilá.”

Andi smiled, taking the plate and the packet. They began to fill out the report while munching happily on their snack. They had to brush away fallen crumbs from the papers every once in a while, but they finished at last. As they put away the plate and turned in the form, Andi noticed that Luna was still in the lounge. They gave her a friendly smile. “So, what about you? Have any big villain fights yet?”

“Yeah, actually.” She smiled, looking up from her book. “A couple of days ago some of the villains were causing trouble and the others were busy so I got my first solo battle.” She smiled. “Yesterday Legend found out and challenged me. Buuuut I didn’t wanna risk fighting him yet. I think I need more experience in hand-to-hand combat.”

“You came face to face with Legend? Wow.” Andi knew that Legend wouldn’t have tried to seriously hurt her, but that jerk wasn’t exactly known for his carefulness. They gave Luna a concerned look. “I’m glad you recognized you aren’t ready yet. Congratulations on the solo fight, and be careful out there.” With that, Andi said their goodbyes and headed home. After everything today, they were ready to shower and sleep as long as their body let them.

She smiled softly, though it dropped the moment they left. “Not ready yet… I’ll show you Andi.” She rubbed her arm lightly before going out to train with the others.

#whump #heroes and villains #legends never die #lovely #:)

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WRITING ADVICE!!!

"Pain is Plain."

Let's face it; saying " it was very painful," falls just a little flat. You want something that will empower your writing, enrichen it. Using words that vividly describe a situation or feeling will help your readers "visualize" the scene. It will make them wonder " How is the main character going to survive this?" Or, if the hero is inflicting rightful pain on the antagonist, it will cause them to cheer and anticipate what their favorite character will do next. But none of this will work if you describe a deadly wound as "It really hurt." Here are some alternate words for "painful."

 

Excruciating

Seering

Stabbing

Ripping

Blood-curling

Paralyzing

Unimaginable

Writhing

Twisting

Shot

Shredding

Tearing

Agonizing

Indescribable

Intolerable

Harrowing

Torturing

Torturous

Aching

Cramping

Dull aching

Burning

Cold sensation

Electric shock

Nagging

Intense

Pins and needles

Sharp

Spasms

Splitting

Tender

Throbbing

Tingling

Tiring

Exhausting

Acute

Burning

Chapped

Nauseating

MILD PAIN: PAIN YOUR CHARACTER NOTICES BUT IT DOESN'T DISTRACT THEM.

Pinch

Sting

Smart

Stiffness

MODERATE PAIN: PAIN THAT DISTRACTS BUT DOESN'T TRULY STOP YOUR CHARACTER.

Ache

Throb

Distress

Flare

SEVERE PAIN: PAIN YOUR CHARACTER CAN'T IGNORE.

Agony

Anguish

Suffering

Thoes

Torment

Stabbing

OBLITERATING: KIND OF PAIN THAT PROHIBITS ANYTHING BUT BEING IN PAIN. (AND DOING ANYTHING TO ALLEVIATE IT.)

Ripping

Tearing

Writhing

Got other ideas or something you'd like to ask me? Go right ahead! I'd Love to hear from you!

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that moment when post-abduction whumpee is out in the grocery store and someone asks where the bathroom is. they tell them, just around the corner, they point, on the right.

the person smiled, says thank you. and everything is fine. nothing is wrong. no bad thoughts come to mind. whumpee goes back to grabbing avocados. feeling how ripe they were. choosing another one to add to their bag.

it’s a slow process, as they begin to lose themselves. but they slowly get this gut wrenching feeling. they keep staring at things too long, feeling themselves starting to disassociate.

no. look up. keep walking.

their mind starts to wander away

not loved.

not wanted.

nononono.

their hand reaching for some strawberries is shaking so hard that they stop, staring at their own trembling as a soft whimper escapes their throat.

they can’t do this

they have to go. now. they head for the exit, leaving their cart behind. they pause. the car is to far. home is to far. they need safety now. they dodge into the restroom.

they’re hiding themselves in a stall.

and that’s where they stay, for hours. rocking back and forth, silent tears running down their face.

they weren’t even thinking of whumper.

not loved

they were just thinking of how hopeless they were now.

not wanted

no friends, no family, no one who cares…

whumpee wonders if they should just give up on themeselves too.

“We Just Wanted To Let All Of Our Customers Know That The Store Will Be Closing In Five Minutes. Please Purchase All Of Your Items And Exit The Store.”

and whumpee tries to sit up. tries to stand. but they can’t move.

they just can’t…

#whumblr #recovery whump #recovery #recovery whumpee #yay #reblog

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Guys idea….

So here me out.

Shapeshifting whumper…

Whumper becoming caretaker to find and cuddle whumpee when they’re at their weakest points

The caretaker then helps them to escape

Whumpee who believers they finally got away. They’re safe. And caretaker is always there to help them

But then suddenly whumper appears, but caretaker doesn’t seem to realize theirs a problem

And whumper takes whumpee back and repeats the process

Again.

And again.

Again again.

Whumpee finally loses all trust in everyone, they all let whumper take them back into captivity

And just as whumpee hits breaking point whumper reveals their little secret

And whumpee realizes in horror whumper knows everything whumpee has said and confessed and now they’re stuck with whumper forever

#whump writing #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #shapeshifter whumper #psychological whump #reblog

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that moment when post-abduction whumpee is out in the grocery store and someone asks where the bathroom is. they tell them, just around the corner, they point, on the right.

the person smiled, says thank you. and everything is fine. nothing is wrong. no bad thoughts come to mind. whumpee goes back to grabbing avocados. feeling how ripe they were. choosing another one to add to their bag.

it’s a slow process, as they begin to lose themselves. but they slowly get this gut wrenching feeling. they keep staring at things too long, feeling themselves starting to disassociate.

no. look up. keep walking.

their mind starts to wander away

not loved.

not wanted.

nononono.

their hand reaching for some strawberries is shaking so hard that they stop, staring at their own trembling as a soft whimper escapes their throat.

they can’t do this

they have to go. now. they head for the exit, leaving their cart behind. they pause. the car is to far. home is to far. they need safety now. they dodge into the restroom.

they’re hiding themselves in a stall.

and that’s where they stay, for hours. rocking back and forth, silent tears running down their face.

they weren’t even thinking of whumper.

not loved

they were just thinking of how hopeless they were now.

not wanted

no friends, no family, no one who cares…

whumpee wonders if they should just give up on themeselves too.

“We Just Wanted To Let All Of Our Customers Know That The Store Will Be Closing In Five Minutes. Please Purchase All Of Your Items And Exit The Store.”

and whumpee tries to sit up. tries to stand. but they can’t move.

they just can’t…

#whumpee #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump blog #whump writing #emotional whump #emotional whumpee #recovery #recovery whumpee #post abduction whumpee

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Jay ~ CYOA Pirate Edition :D

YAYAYAY :)) I've had this in the works for 3 weeks now. So so excited to get feedback, please leave suggestions, comments, etc.

TW: Not much it's mostly intro, threatening, overheating, stress position?, nauseous from sea sickness

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Jay’s laugh rang through the streets as he ran, feeling as if the wind powered each of his steps, feeling the world beckon him further down to the sea. To safety. 

He grabbed onto a lamp pole to swing himself, propelling down an alleyway. He tried to sneak a glance behind him but in doing so ran straight into a poor, unsuspecting woman. His eyes widened in alarm as the food in her basket flew everywhere. He bent down at once, trying to pick it everything up for her before she became angry. But it was too late, she was already yelling and admonishing him for going so fast and being so careless! 

“I’m so sorry madam.” He sped off again as the men caught up, turning the corner. “It won’t happen again!” He tossed the words over his shoulder. 

He ran down where the cobblestone turned to dirt, and from there he ran up to the wooden sturdy docks where crates were always being loaded and unloaded. He dove behind a bunch of chests that were all piled up. Looking around carefully before seeing an empty barrel tilted on its side. Grinning before diving inside, pushing his back into the darkness. It was heavy and didn’t shift from his movements. 

He heard the man that was on his heels running up right near the barrel before stopping. Puffing quietly. “Where did you go…” He grunted, kicking at some chests. 

“Hey.” A low growl came from further off. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Some street thief just ran down to the docks. We were thinking maybe he- whoa! Hey!”

“Don’t touch my things. For all I know you’re a thief too.” 

“I am part of the King’s Royal Guard.” 

“Leave my things alone.”

“You are under no authority-” His voice suddenly dropped and when he spoke again his voice was laced with fear and wariness. “Of course… I can give you a pardon…” 

“Get out of here.” Jay listened as the guard ran back from the way they came. He let out a soft breath. Wondering who had so much authority to stop someone from the Guard. “Cane, Benjamin! What are ye doin’?! Get these blasted crates on the boat, now!” 

“Yes, captain!” 

It took much too long for Jay to process that people were headed his way. And by the time he tried getting out, it was too late, the boxes hiding him were taken away and he was left without anything to block himself if he tried to escape. A man lifted the barrel upright and clothes and boots were thrown inside and on top of him. The last bit of light disappeared as the man took a thin piece of wood and nailed it on top. 

Jay meant to say something. He really did, but his chest filled with a sense of dread. He pushed the clothes down as he tried sitting up before the barrel was lifted sideways and he fell over. He was lifted off the ground and with each step further away from the land, his thoughts spiraled more. If he said something now they’d kill him, wouldn’t they? If the captain put his hands on someone from the royal army, why wouldn’t they slit his throat just for fun?

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Darius kept his face neutral as he walked into the captain’s office. “Yes Sir. Is something wrong?”

“What took so long this time?” 

“Hm?” Darius tilted his head, striding over to the cabinet that was full of rum. Getting out a bottle and a couple of glasses. 

“We were here for three extra damn days. What took so blasted long?!”

“You need a drink.”

“What. Took. So. Long.”

“Oh well, you know capt’n. Just some of the men looking for some companionship.” His voice dripped with honey as he set the glasses on the table, ready to pour the first one. The captain snatched the bottle from him, taking a swig from it directly as Darius watched. A smile danced from his lips. “Was I taking too long Sir?”

“Shut up. I hate this damn city. I had to deal with that stupid Guard all week. And one idiot was snooping around our things this morning. A guard. Claiming he was looking for some thief. I know he wasn’t. Likely sent from the King, getting suspicious of us again. I know we shouldn’t have stayed so long.”

Darius cut in. “But can you blame the men? They just wanted a little fun-”

“YES, I CAN!” He yelled, slamming the bottle down on the table. “I can do whatever the hell I want!”

He stared at him indifferently. “Careful captain. You might break the glass.” 

“Pour me a bloody drink.” He grumbled as he sat back in the chair, kicking his legs up on the desk as he watched Darius calmly pour two drinks, handing him one of the glasses. He took a slow sip, staring out the window as they slowly moved away from the docks. “Blundering idiots. They see a woman and they lose all sensibility. You need to take more responsibility for them.” 

“Perhaps. Or you can do your job better.” Darius snipped. 

His eyes snapped over at him. “You need to get your mouth under control.” 

“Or what?” He knew those words were wrong the moment his mouth opened, he should have stopped himself but he couldn’t. It’d be the death of him one day.

The captain stood, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close. “Or maybe I should tie you to the shrouds and flog you myself. Fix up your attitude Ree, do you understand me?” 

He took a breath, not daring to show an ounce of fear. “Yes, Sir.”

He pushed him back. Growling while grabbing the bottle again, despite his glass not being empty yet. “I want you to take inventory.”

“Someone did on shore, Sir.” He spoke slowly. 

“I know someone did. I want you to take inventory now. I want the report before you go to sleep.” 

“Sir, that could take hours…” He tried to reason.

“I understand that. I think you need to learn some manners though, perhaps you should take on some real responsibility.”

He gritted his teeth. “Yes. Captain. I’ll do as you ask.”

“Damn right ye will.” He finished the bottle. “You’re dismissed.” He carelessly waved him out of the room. 

He sighed while going out, getting a couple of men to help him as he recorded all of the information. Taking crates down and opening them. Moving on to chests. Then the barrels. Most were empty, though a couple had nailed lids on, they’d have to take them off to open them up. Getting them till there was one left. “What’s in this one?”

“Just some extra clothes.”

He sighed. “Go ahead and open it.”

Two of the three nails had been pried off before a yelling voice interrupted the men's work. “YOU IDIOT!”  

“At least I’m not a goddam coward!”

Darius frowned while looking over as the two of them pulled out swords. Running over to break up the two men without getting nicked by the sharp edges.

The two men helping him left the barrel, running over along with half the crew, excited to see a duel commence.

By the time Darius had split the two up the final barrel wasn’t a concern anymore. “You said clothes?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s all I need to know. He doesn’t need to find out.” He sighed while writing it down.

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Jay let out a breath of relief. He had no clue what he would have done if he had gotten caught. The boat was beginning to sway. He felt sick. Heat building up inside. Being constantly shifted up against the sides and walls of the barrels. Trying to avoid feeling nauseous, closing his eyes as voices surrounded him at all times.

He was getting further from shore each minute. Maybe if he escaped at night when they were all asleep he could jump off the boat and swim back to shore. 

He quietly rubbed the necklace he had in his pocket. He closed his eyes, trying to rest. 

When he woke up he was hot, nearly sweating, but it was quiet. He counted to 60 once. Twice. Three, four, five, six times. He didn’t hear anyone. Any footsteps. 

This was his chance.

He had to escape now. 

He pushed at the lid and managed to pry it open.

He sat up and stood shocked as the wind bit at his skin. His legs tingled alive and he had to wait for a couple of minutes for his body to stop seizing in pain. His skin was burning to the touch and yet the cool sensation of the wind made him feel sick all over again. He looked around but there was no one in sight.

He stood and carefully climbed up and out of the barrel. The boat lurched, and so did his stomach. “Nnh.” He held his head. He fished the necklace out of his pocket, glad to see it was still there. He went to one of the boat’s railings, looking out. He frowned before running across the ship, it was a lot bigger than he thought. He looked that way, but nothing. No lights anywhere.  

He looked around as his brain began speeding up and he went into a panic. His hand worked around the necklace, fidgeting nervously. Where was he… how was he supposed to get home? He bit his lip before going back to the barrel. The boat jumped with a wave and he tripped over a box and fell, hitting his head. “Ow.” He mumbled, moving to get up before feeling a heavy boot land on his back, pinning him there. “Oh no-” He whispered, barely making a sound. 

Darius tilted his head thoughtfully as he stared down at the boy. 

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Jay ~ CYOA Pirate Edition :D

YAYAYAY :)) I've had this in the works for 3 weeks now. So so excited to get feedback, please leave suggestions, comments, etc.

TW: Not much it's mostly intro, threatening, overheating, stress position?, nauseous from sea sickness

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Jay’s laugh rang through the streets as he ran, feeling as if the wind powered each of his steps, feeling the world beckon him further down to the sea. To safety. 

He grabbed onto a lamp pole to swing himself, propelling down an alleyway. He tried to sneak a glance behind him but in doing so ran straight into a poor, unsuspecting woman. His eyes widened in alarm as the food in her basket flew everywhere. He bent down at once, trying to pick it everything up for her before she became angry. But it was too late, she was already yelling and admonishing him for going so fast and being so careless! 

“I’m so sorry madam.” He sped off again as the men caught up, turning the corner. “It won’t happen again!” He tossed the words over his shoulder. 

He ran down where the cobblestone turned to dirt, and from there he ran up to the wooden sturdy docks where crates were always being loaded and unloaded. He dove behind a bunch of chests that were all piled up. Looking around carefully before seeing an empty barrel tilted on its side. Grinning before diving inside, pushing his back into the darkness. It was heavy and didn’t shift from his movements. 

He heard the man that was on his heels running up right near the barrel before stopping. Puffing quietly. “Where did you go…” He grunted, kicking at some chests. 

“Hey.” A low growl came from further off. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Some street thief just ran down to the docks. We were thinking maybe he- whoa! Hey!”

“Don’t touch my things. For all I know you’re a thief too.” 

“I am part of the King’s Royal Guard.” 

“Leave my things alone.”

“You are under no authority-” His voice suddenly dropped and when he spoke again his voice was laced with fear and wariness. “Of course… I can give you a pardon…” 

“Get out of here.” Jay listened as the guard ran back from the way they came. He let out a soft breath. Wondering who had so much authority to stop someone from the Guard. “Cane, Benjamin! What are ye doin’?! Get these blasted crates on the boat, now!” 

“Yes, captain!” 

It took much too long for Jay to process that people were headed his way. And by the time he tried getting out, it was too late, the boxes hiding him were taken away and he was left without anything to block himself if he tried to escape. A man lifted the barrel upright and clothes and boots were thrown inside and on top of him. The last bit of light disappeared as the man took a thin piece of wood and nailed it on top. 

Jay meant to say something. He really did, but his chest filled with a sense of dread. He pushed the clothes down as he tried sitting up before the barrel was lifted sideways and he fell over. He was lifted off the ground and with each step further away from the land, his thoughts spiraled more. If he said something now they’d kill him, wouldn’t they? If the captain put his hands on someone from the royal army, why wouldn’t they slit his throat just for fun?

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Darius kept his face neutral as he walked into the captain’s office. “Yes Sir. Is something wrong?”

“What took so long this time?” 

“Hm?” Darius tilted his head, striding over to the cabinet that was full of rum. Getting out a bottle and a couple of glasses. 

“We were here for three extra damn days. What took so blasted long?!”

“You need a drink.”

“What. Took. So. Long.”

“Oh well, you know capt’n. Just some of the men looking for some companionship.” His voice dripped with honey as he set the glasses on the table, ready to pour the first one. The captain snatched the bottle from him, taking a swig from it directly as Darius watched. A smile danced from his lips. “Was I taking too long Sir?”

“Shut up. I hate this damn city. I had to deal with that stupid Guard all week. And one idiot was snooping around our things this morning. A guard. Claiming he was looking for some thief. I know he wasn’t. Likely sent from the King, getting suspicious of us again. I know we shouldn’t have stayed so long.”

Darius cut in. “But can you blame the men? They just wanted a little fun-”

“YES, I CAN!” He yelled, slamming the bottle down on the table. “I can do whatever the hell I want!”

He stared at him indifferently. “Careful captain. You might break the glass.” 

“Pour me a bloody drink.” He grumbled as he sat back in the chair, kicking his legs up on the desk as he watched Darius calmly pour two drinks, handing him one of the glasses. He took a slow sip, staring out the window as they slowly moved away from the docks. “Blundering idiots. They see a woman and they lose all sensibility. You need to take more responsibility for them.” 

“Perhaps. Or you can do your job better.” Darius snipped. 

His eyes snapped over at him. “You need to get your mouth under control.” 

“Or what?” He knew those words were wrong the moment his mouth opened, he should have stopped himself but he couldn’t. It’d be the death of him one day.

The captain stood, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close. “Or maybe I should tie you to the shrouds and flog you myself. Fix up your attitude Ree, do you understand me?” 

He took a breath, not daring to show an ounce of fear. “Yes, Sir.”

He pushed him back. Growling while grabbing the bottle again, despite his glass not being empty yet. “I want you to take inventory.”

“Someone did on shore, Sir.” He spoke slowly. 

“I know someone did. I want you to take inventory now. I want the report before you go to sleep.” 

“Sir, that could take hours…” He tried to reason.

“I understand that. I think you need to learn some manners though, perhaps you should take on some real responsibility.”

He gritted his teeth. “Yes. Captain. I’ll do as you ask.”

“Damn right ye will.” He finished the bottle. “You’re dismissed.” He carelessly waved him out of the room. 

He sighed while going out, getting a couple of men to help him as he recorded all of the information. Taking crates down and opening them. Moving on to chests. Then the barrels. Most were empty, though a couple had nailed lids on, they’d have to take them off to open them up. Getting them till there was one left. “What’s in this one?”

“Just some extra clothes.”

He sighed. “Go ahead and open it.”

Two of the three nails had been pried off before a yelling voice interrupted the men's work. “YOU IDIOT!”  

“At least I’m not a goddam coward!”

Darius frowned while looking over as the two of them pulled out swords. Running over to break up the two men without getting nicked by the sharp edges.

The two men helping him left the barrel, running over along with half the crew, excited to see a duel commence.

By the time Darius had split the two up the final barrel wasn’t a concern anymore. “You said clothes?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s all I need to know. He doesn’t need to find out.” He sighed while writing it down.

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Jay let out a breath of relief. He had no clue what he would have done if he had gotten caught. The boat was beginning to sway. He felt sick. Heat building up inside. Being constantly shifted up against the sides and walls of the barrels. Trying to avoid feeling nauseous, closing his eyes as voices surrounded him at all times.

He was getting further from shore each minute. Maybe if he escaped at night when they were all asleep he could jump off the boat and swim back to shore. 

He quietly rubbed the necklace he had in his pocket. He closed his eyes, trying to rest. 

When he woke up he was hot, nearly sweating, but it was quiet. He counted to 60 once. Twice. Three, four, five, six times. He didn’t hear anyone. Any footsteps. 

This was his chance.

He had to escape now. 

He pushed at the lid and managed to pry it open.

He sat up and stood shocked as the wind bit at his skin. His legs tingled alive and he had to wait for a couple of minutes for his body to stop seizing in pain. His skin was burning to the touch and yet the cool sensation of the wind made him feel sick all over again. He looked around but there was no one in sight.

He stood and carefully climbed up and out of the barrel. The boat lurched, and so did his stomach. “Nnh.” He held his head. He fished the necklace out of his pocket, glad to see it was still there. He went to one of the boat’s railings, looking out. He frowned before running across the ship, it was a lot bigger than he thought. He looked that way, but nothing. No lights anywhere.  

He looked around as his brain began speeding up and he went into a panic. His hand worked around the necklace, fidgeting nervously. Where was he… how was he supposed to get home? He bit his lip before going back to the barrel. The boat jumped with a wave and he tripped over a box and fell, hitting his head. “Ow.” He mumbled, moving to get up before feeling a heavy boot land on his back, pinning him there. “Oh no-” He whispered, barely making a sound. 

Darius tilted his head thoughtfully as he stared down at the boy. 

#yay thank you for reading!! #Jay #Darius #Evil Captain #hehe #whump #whump community #whumblr #whump blog #pirate story! #pirate whump #cyoa #whumpy

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

Heyyy remember your mute whumper post? Imagine putting these together…

3 years in captivity without anyone saying a word to whumpee, and now they can’t stand the silence. They have to fill the air with something. The tv is always on, or the little radio in the back room, or they have the window open to listen to the birds… something with sound.

And they talk to of course. Trying to keep some kind of noise in the air, and the more caretaker withdraws, the more worried they become. That’s when the questions started. But even caretakers answers are becomes more close ended every single time.

It was only a matter of time caretaker got sick of the sound and lashed out.

The question is wether whumpee is more afraid of the silence or being screamed at by the one person they thought they could trust.

“Would you just shut up?!!” Caretaker finally snapped as they twisted around, anger darkening their once calm expression.

Whumpee froze, their eyes going wide in terror as they shrunk back. “Ca-caretaker-” they whimpered, voice cracking as they clutched their hands close to their chest. They- they had only been asking if it was okay if they-

“SHUT UP!!“ Caretaker yelled, their fist flying into the air. “CAN YOU DO THAT?!?? CAN YOU BE QUIET FOR TWO FUCKING MINUTES, WHUMPEE?!?”

#pleaseeee #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #mean caretaker #mute whumper #scared whumpee #broken whumpee

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Hm, well I just love being able to create something from nothing. And I suppose that’s the form of all art. You start with an empty page and you can fill it with colors and shapes. You can start with an empty stage and create an elaborate dance with singing. But art, dancing, singing, they all really can be taught well.

Writing though? Writing isn’t easy to teach. You can give tips, you can offer suggestions, and then you can run wild. I think my deepest joy about writing is that through it I’m able to be a million things. A villain who loves making cookies, a mother who would kill for her children, a struggling teenager, a scared child, a depressed soul who just needs a friend in the world. And through writing I get to experience these people, I get to write their story for better for worse, and it’s important and here’s the thing. Only I can write my story.

Writing isn’t duplicated often, but there are always going to be differences. In art you can draw circle, in dance you can do a ball-change. But in writing there isn’t a formula, there isn’t a set way to do things. You need to decide whats good, what works, what unfortunately needs to be cut.

Writing is an art form that can not be taught like others, and it allows me to experience other worlds and stories, and after I write I feel like I’ve done something for the world, even if it was only just to write a little for fun.

#I’m sure you wanted a short answer #so my deepest apologies #I’m so happy you asked tho #tysm #ily :) #not whump #writing

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

SNIPPET SNEAKPEAK

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“And some guard was snooping around my things this morning. A guard. Claiming he was looking for some thief. Course, I know he wasn’t. Likely sent from the King, getting suspicious of us. I know we shouldn’t have stayed so long.”

The first mate cut in. “But can you blame the men? They just wanted a little fun-”

“YES, I CAN!” The captain yelled, slamming the bottle down on the table. “I can do whatever the hell I want with my ship and my men.”

#pirate story! #cyoa #cyoa game #look forward :) #I’m open to tag lists creating ;) #just let me know #whump #pirate whump #whump community #whumblr

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

Guys idea….

So here me out.

Shapeshifting whumper…

Whumper becoming caretaker to find and cuddle whumpee when they’re at their weakest points

The caretaker then helps them to escape

Whumpee who believers they finally got away. They’re safe. And caretaker is always there to help them

But then suddenly whumper appears, but caretaker doesn’t seem to realize theirs a problem

And whumper takes whumpee back and repeats the process

Again.

And again.

Again again.

Whumpee finally loses all trust in everyone, they all let whumper take them back into captivity

And just as whumpee hits breaking point whumper reveals their little secret

And whumpee realizes in horror whumper knows everything whumpee has said and confessed and now they’re stuck with whumper forever

#please someone #write this #and tag me #whump prompts #power whumpers #whump #whump community #whumblr #whump blog

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

I wanna add my opinion to this too in that I 100% agree with this. For the record, I do understand the point that fanart takes 5-10 seconds to look at and you’re done verse fanfiction, BUT with that out of the way.

Fanfiction- or let’s be real- MOST writing that’s not a published book, hardly ever gets looked at. Is it impossible to become a bigger account? No not at all. Is it hard? Extremely.

Tumblr is a love-hate relationship. I love when I’m fully invested but if I’m not giving 2 hours a day to working on specifically tumblr related content, then I get what- 6 notes? Most of which are likes. Now of course this isn’t always the case. There have been 2 particularly AMAZING writers that I met here who have given feedback and made it WORTH it. But are 6 likes, really from people who probably saw a small account trying to write and thought oh let me give some encouragement, ❤️, without reading a word.

Have I done this, yes. But more and more I’m stopping myself. I like things if I read them, and now I have been making an effort to at least comment. I’m trying to save my account from being buried in reblogs, but if commenting can give just a little bit of encouragement, well that’s what I’d want…

I’ve been trying to get back on tumblr again despite the fact it’s been a struggle. When you put your heart into something which is mediocre and then send it out for a couple notes- 4 reblogs of your post later and it’s accumulated a whole other 2 likes, and you wonder whats the point of writing. I’ve defiantly gotten into writing slumps specifically because of this app. Despite that, I think there’s a lot of good writing here, I want to help other creators and try and push myself.

The takeaway? Commenting, reblogging, or even just sharing it to a friend- these things means so much more then a “like.”

Hi let's talk about how fanfic writers are pretty much ignored compared to fanartists

Just. Yeah.

#I’m not ungrateful #but I think it’s all very interesting #I haven’t been doing a lot here on tumblr #but I wanted to voice my opinion #on this issue #please feel free to ask questions lol #writer struggles #no I didn’t go through and edit this #at all #sorry for bad writing or bad thought process lol #it’s late

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

World building checklist

Not all of this is going to apply to every story, so don't feel obligated to answer every question.

Religion:

• Paganism or monotheism?

• What deities are believed to exist?

• What are the domains of different deities?

• Is the religion true, or superstition?

• What are religious positions?

• How does one become a religious figure? (Such as a priest)

• Are there gendered roles within the religion?

• Do any animals have religious significance? Which and why?

• Are animals, plants, or humans sacrificed?

• When are sacrifices held?

• What holidays exist? When are they? Why do they exist?

Habitation:

• What kinds buildings are important?

• Population?

• What do their homes look like?

• Do people own property or is everything communal?

• What climate do they live in? How does this affect foods and clothing?

Food:

• What plants are grown for food?

• What animals are domesticated for food?

• Is hunting wild animals or slaughtering domestic animals more popular?

• Is gathering wild plants or harvesting domesticated plants more popular?

• What are important cultural dishes? How did they gain popularity?

Relationships:

• Monogamy or polyamory?

• Are marriages lifelong?

• What are views on divorce, if it exists?

• How long do weddings last?

• How is sex outside of marriage viewed?

• What is the age of consent?

• At what age does marriage become legal?

• Is marriage required or optional?

• Do people decide on their own partners? If not, who does?

• What are views on homosexuality?

• How are age gaps viewed?

• How common are arranged marriages marriages?

• How do marriage customs differ between classes?

Sex and gender:

• What genders exist?

• Are intersex conditions known to exist?

• Does sex always equal gender?

• Is being transgender and/or nonbinary allowed?

• Do transgender and/or nonbinary people have religious importance?

• What gender roles exist and why?

Government:

• What is the form of government?

• What are the different government positions?

• Who is in charge?

• Is succession based on lineage, merit, or election?

• Who are important past rulers?

• How did the government start?

• Who founded the government?

Economy and employment:

• What is the economic system?

• Is there currency or a pure barter system?

• What is considered valuable?

• Are there any precious metals or gems?

• What are they?

• What jobs are common?

• What jobs are desirable or undesirable?Is education free?

• Do colleges or universities exist?

• Do job apprenticeships exist?

Entertainment:

• What are popular past times?

• What children games exist?

• What adult games exist?

• Do theaters, books, films, and/or musical performances exist?

• What are some popular plays?

• How common are books?

• Who is allowed/able to read?

• What are some popular moving pictures?

• What musical instruments exist?

Clothing:

• What are the rules on modesty?

• What are common garments?

• What is considered a masculine, feminine, or gender neutral style of dress?

• What is considered promiscuous?

• Can clothing be overly modest? How?

• What styles of clothes and shoes are common for different classes and occupations?

• What jewelry is worn by different social classes?

• What cosmetics are worn by different social classes?

•Are costumes worn during holidays?

Technology:

• What real time period is the level of technology closest to?

• Is technology less or more advanced than what we consider modern?

• What pieces of technology are used for day to day life?

• What pieces of technology do society depend on?

• What technology is reserved for the rich?

• What technology is solely used by the poor?

Coming of age:

• What is the age of adulthood?

• Do different genders become adults at the same age?

• What are the rites of passage for entering adulthood?

• Are rites of passage rigid or flexible?

• Do rites of passage differ between gender?

As always, feel free to add on ♡♡♡

@heavenly-whumper

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

Can I just say hands are like the best whumpy photos?

Hey Red

I'm just curious

Where did you get your profile pic?

Is it a show or something?

Cuz i'd be so interested in watchin😅

I found it on Google with the search "bandaged hands aesthetic" 😅 Beyond that I'm not sure where it's originally from

#hand whump #the best #whump hands #whump aesthetic #whump #bandages #whump community #whump pics #whumpy things

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

There’s so much potential in this… 🥺

"What's your name?" A youth called over to the shaken prisoner.. Their voice was way too loud. Caretaker winced and moved back a step.

"M-my name? Um," he didnt think it'd be wise to say his old name. "3-17-26-8. What's yours?"

"9683447!" they chirped out.

"Won't you get punished for talking?"

They shrugged, "Not really. The handlers say I'm a faulty defect, so I don't think I'll be here much longer. Doesn't really matter anyway. So!" They scooched closer. "Tell me about yourself."

#ugh I love

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

This is so incredibly well written and I’m crying and well done and everything else sweet people say. I’m to delirious to write about how much I loved this but it is so good and so helpful and sweet and wholesome

Random thing #7:

Tw: Suicidal thoughts and words

The Villain had Hero cornered. There was nowhere to go.

They had been fighting for what feels like hours, and Hero couldn’t stop once to catch their breath. It’s was too much, they wanted to stop.

Just stop fighting.

And that’s what they did. They stopped themselves from fighting and slumped against the wall behind them.

And now here they were, sitting against the wall breathing heavily while Villain stood in front of them with a gun pointed at their head.

“Well, looks like I win.” Villain grinned. “Any last words, Hero?”

Last words. That was something Hero could never imagine saying. They had promised themselves they would never end up in a situation where they needed to say last words. Now they were trying to find last words. They couldn’t think of anything except two words.

“Thank you.”

Thank you. That was it. Was that really it?

Villain’s grin died and they lowered the gun just a bit. Their eyes shined with confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Thank you.” Hero repeated. They did mean it. They couldn’t thank the Villain enough.

“You want to die?” Villain questioned. The gun lowered and lowered even more until Villain’s arm dropped to the side.

“I mean… you’ve always wanted me dead.” The Hero couldn’t help but smile. “So what’s holding you back so suddenly?”

It was true. Villain did want them dead. Back in the days, Villain could do anything they wanted and not get in trouble for it. But all of that ended when Hero came and stopped them.

But being a hero was more stressful than anyone could imagine. It always stressed Hero that the city relied on them. How they had to save everyone from crime. It wasn’t fair. Everyone could do whatever they wanted and Hero had to act like their guardian or something.

They never got a break. And they would become a fool if they quit what they were doing. They didn’t have a choice.

But now they did. Right here in this moment. If Villain could just pull the trigger, all their worries would be left behind within an instant. But for some reason, Villain hesitated.

Their eyes went from confusion to concern. Their arm didn’t lift back up. Why weren’t they doing anything? Are they seriously showing mercy?

Finally, the Villain tucked their gun away. But why? Why? They had me cornered and helpless! Why won’t they kill me?

The Hero almost lunged at the Villain, they dropped to their knees and almost sounded like they were begging.

“What are you doing?! Kill me!” The Hero was begging. “Why are you throwing your chance away! Just kill me! You always wanted too!” They felt their throat close, tears emerged from their eyes. “Kill me! Please! Just do it! Please! Just kill-“

The Hero couldn’t even finish their begging due to how hard Villain had hugged them. They dropped to their knees and closely wrapped their arms around the Hero.

They couldn’t remember the last time they’ve been hugged. Ever since they became the hero they refused any love and affection, they thought they were too tough for that.

But now, that’s what they needed.

They gripped the back of Villain’s shirt and began to sob right into their shoulder. Everything they bottled in was finally coming out. The soft rocking back and forth and the soft “shh” made Hero calm down.

The Villain was comforting them. They didn’t know why they were, but they were grateful they did.

Once the Hero’s throat opened again, they gently pushed themselves away from Villain. Crying was a weakness to them, they didn’t want Villain to see them cry. Not once, and not ever.

“I-I’m sorry…” they murmured through sniffles. “I… I don’t know what I’m doing and-“

“Shh…” The Villain gently stroked Hero’s hair. “It’s alright.” They whispered. Something about their voice made Hero want to stay in their arms and never let go. “It’s going to be alright.”

Was it though? Hero couldn’t tell. They had just revealed to Villain how much they wanted to die. How much they didn’t want to do anything anymore. Who knows what would happen next.

Very slowly Villain helped them off their knees and onto their feet. Their eyes slowly met with one another, and Hero felt a warm hand press on their cheek.

“Hero.” Villains voice still remained as gentle as waves crashing in at night. “I don’t know what you are going through, but I know how you feel.” For once in their life, the Villain was being honest. Which was rare on typical occasions. “But I want you to relax for me and talk to me. About anything.”

This seemed so strange to Hero. At first the Villain was throwing threats, swinging fists and then pointed a gun at their head. And now here they were comforting Hero as best as they could. It all seemed so strange, but Hero needed this. Nobody gave them support like this.

And so, Hero talked to Villain. They told them every single thing that was on their mind. And for the first time in a long while, someone actually listened to them.