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God he's so fucking weird I need him carnally

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Faeryn has physical tics whenever the Urge starts to awaken and when memories of her forgotten past are triggered. it’s something she consistently feels the need to hide from the others, especially early on before they learn her secret 😭🥺

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fseer and the voices

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showing my blood places it's never seen before!

1. the world outside my body

2. hhopital

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there is something about absolute faith that can be a kind of betrayal. if I tell you about the depths of my monstrosity and you say "I know you, that's not what you're really like," then you're not actually listening to me. if I tell you that I'm afraid of hurting you and you say "you would never do that, and I would never hurt you," that scares the living daylights out of me, because I want to know that if and when I ever lose the plot and turn on you then I can rely on you to fight back and save yourself. I can't trust you to love me if you aren't willing to hurt me.

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Whumpee forced to watch a violent graphic (fake) video of themselves hurting their loved one, for hours or days.

At first they are so confident. “This is fake. You’re messing with me, it’s gross, stop it.” And then “hey, turn it off, please, I know it’s not real.”

But after a while there’s uncertainty that all of its fake and then there’s “…did you really hurt them? Who is being hurt in that video— where is my loved one?”

Growing into more desperate “please let me see them, they’re hurt”

And then a disconnect from reality just a little, “who- is the person in that video? That’s not me. Is that me?”

Until even their memories are affected and they are desperately crying, “why didn’t you stop me from hurting them? I’m a monster. Where are they? They need a doctor!”

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whumper making their whumpee beg to not be punished in public. making the humiliation of groveling for mercy in front of everyone a punishment of its own.

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Hi real quick does anyone have the cat gif that goes like this

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"I can fix him" oh yeah? well I can worship him like the god he is and feed into each and every single one of his delusions so he keeps me as his property forever

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aftermath… whumpee looking in the mirror and just silently staring. running a hand over their buzzed hair, maybe, or tracing the bruises or bandages or stitches on their face.

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me remembering i have a name and body and people know me:

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Art by Essi Välimäki

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"I can't remember who I was. Who.. they were, what they must've done to end up here.

But.. they weren't a good person. Couldn't have been.

And I think I still am them. I can feel it, this anger.

Whatever it is they did... think I'm going to end up doing it again."

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Thinking about whumpee that’s always daydreaming, thoughts far from home, and gets disgruntled whenever they’re jolted back to reality. When they have to remember they have a physical body, when they have to remember they have injuries that hurt. It’s to the point that when they don’t have some line in their brain to follow, some thing to hone in on, it’s agonizing.

That’s the thing about being held captive. It hurts, but it’s also boring. So, so boring, where the time blurs together, and the only notable occurrence is pain and fear, and even that becomes habit like breathing. There’s only so many times you can count ceiling tiles, name all the objects in the room, watch the door waiting, waiting, for something to change. So they get lost in their own head, and even when they’re safe, it’s hard to come back.

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When whumper digs their fingers deliberately into whumpee's injury, and whumpee suddenly can't stop themself from screaming.

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Manhandle your whumpees.

Grab them by the arm and twist until something burns and crunches. Shove them down into their knees and rub their faces into the hard ground until their cheeks bruise or their lips bleed or their noses break. Slam them into walls. Grab them by the collar and shake them hard. Throw them around. Hold them by the throat to get their attention. Grab them hard enough to leave finger marks just because you can.

Leave your whumpees with bruises and aches that will linger long after the abuse has stopped.