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Love that my au went from

“lol what if this character gets winter soildered” to

“what if this character who is strongly against killing is Forced to kill several people angainst their will less they end up killing even more thus making them believe that they are a monster and since their murder was faked (they are unaware of this) no one ever comes for them which makes them think their family friends are better off without them them think that their family and friends view them as a monster to be put down. And what if said friends and family are looking desperately for their murderer only for one of them to mistake them for their murderer and attack them which only re-enforces said belief and now their friends and family have to figure out what to do.”

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UPDATE

Im not even half way through this chapter I think ima need to cut this one into two.

For context my word count for the second longest chapter is 2625 words (and that one is nearly done. like i just need to finish editing it. I haven’t even started editing this one)?

Me writing my latest thing: I’m gonna just go ahead and start putting in cws on chapters based on my outline and what I’ve got written so far

Chapter 7 for some reason:

(There is only one other chapter that comes close and it has half this many)

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On the topic of like writing Whump kinda felt like sharing two of the reasons I write it

1, this character even when broken down and hurt still manages to survive changed by the experience but still cared for and eventually able to heal if it’s not linear and messy and stuff but they heal.

2 my emotions are like a Storm rn and I need to break down a character to their bare essentials though suffering or I’ll explode

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Me figuring how what trauma to give Selri:

Okay okay but hear me out what if. Child Soilder.

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Me writing my latest thing: I’m gonna just go ahead and start putting in cws on chapters based on my outline and what I’ve got written so far

Chapter 7 for some reason:

(There is only one other chapter that comes close and it has half this many)

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Girl help I’ve used l gasp to describe character who can’t scream audible reaction to being hit like four times

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I love all the ways to describe someone's voice...weak, strained, hoarse, tired, fearful... And then of course someone who can't speak for the pain or exhaustion

This! The way the voice (or lack thereof) is described can make or break the tone of the scene and how I feel it

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Let's talk about the phrase "violently worried."

Perhaps it means, "I'm so worried it's like a violent illness. It's causing me physical pain." You instantly feel that shot of adrenaline, both sickening and thrilling.

Or better yet, "I'm so worried about you I'm going to do violence about it." The protectiveness hhhhhhhh...

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Horrid thought. Character gets injured on mission but their companion gets injured worse. Much more visibly to the point that when their found their companion is unconscious and Characters injury is missed. They don’t say anything (maybe they don’t think they deserve to) and expect the thing to heal on its own.

It doesn’t.

It gets worse. Infected maybe. Or maybe they just underestimated the severity of it.

With all the chaos no one notices until they can barely stand.

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the village of Elkwise barely tolerated her of this Selri was sure. She was a witch, healing potions and did her best to help out the community where she could, but she figured it best to stay out of the towns way, most everyone knew everyone their whole lives and most everyone seemed as unsure of her as she was of them in the beginning. Witches weren’t a common thing, a rarity to have the training and knowledge she did it was only natural they where suspicious of her when she came to the town. She didn’t mind.

It didn’t remind her of the looks and whispers from the city of who her family was. It didn’t remind her of the look of pure disappointment and disgust on her parents face when she did something wrong. The towns people could hate her all they wanted and she didn’t mind.

So of course when a hunter had come to take her away to serve some mad man who has been taking witches from across the countryside.

she didn’t run for help. Of course she’d left her herbs and remedies and magic half done as they dragged her into the back of the caged carriage she hadn’t made a sound.

No one would come. No one would care.

It had been a long two weeks. Her body ached. Magic wasn’t meant to be used so continually especially not at the magtuide Aelgore was demanding, and especially without proper food and water and proper medical treatment.

It was no wonder they had taken and killed so many witches. Selri knew witchblood was a dangerous and powerful substance.

and once she stopped being useful she would be next.

Even still . . She had refused to do a particularly dangerous spell only to be dragged away and to have them ‘persuade’ her. This consistented of being beaten to a pulp and then having hot metal shoved into her skin. It took longer then they thought it would for her to break. But of course she did. Of course she did the spell.

It had nearly killed her but she did it.

She just so happened to do it wrong. Causing a magical reaction that killed most of her captors.

It was definitely a mistake and not her intention to kill them to escape and prevent them from continuing their stupid little scheme much longer.

Definitely.

By the time Selri made it back to ElkWise it was dark. As she had expected but.

But Of course she underestimated her own stamina and only made it half way through the village before the world started to sway dangerously.

She had tried to lean on something a fence she thinks but it only lead to …. Mr,.Eymi’s farm dogs to start barking. Or maybe they had been barking for a long time. She certainly couldn’t tell with how her head hurt.

Somewhere or perhaps multiple somewheres there was lanterns being lit and doors opening. Somewhere she heard hushed talking and then a sharp gasp.

Someone was standing over her (when had she fallen….) and despite the intal panic it brought seemed only to be gentle as they hoisted her up and called something out to somewhere.

….

All things considered. Lerais wasn’t sure what to make of it. The towns reclusive witch had gone and vanished… well about two weeks ago. he hated to admit had taken a few days or maybe more to notice. She didn’t come to town often and when she did she seemed nervous so most the towns folk resolved to leave her be until she was more comfortable.

That never seemed to happen in any case she still made potions and magic that he for one didn’t understand at all but was greatful for none the less. She helped sickness helped crops grow and generally was patient and kind when folks asked her for magic help with their troubles. Hell When his his nephew Warim had disappeared into the night one day she had even sent some magic shit to help find the kid. And it had worked. Poor thing had gotten stuck in a cave but had been fine other then being hungrier then a storm and shaken up from the whole mess.

Despite her distance she was a good and kind part of the community. It hadn’t been like her to up and disappear. especially half way through some spell to bring good luck to the harvest in a few months.

they had even gone to go look for her but by then any clue to where she’d gone was lost to the mud and the critters.

So when he’d heard his dogs barking up a storm he had damn assumed it was something to aim a gun at. He had grabbed a lantern and his shotgun and strode into the night ready to spook whatever was probably digging in his trash.

His trash cans had been left alone.

His dogs where still barking

“Lila Denies what the fuck are you two on about.”

By now one of his neighbors had come out of their house across the way and made it down to the shared fence “yours too?” Alicea asked a shawl thrown haphazardly over her shoulders and her gray hair lacking its usual bun “I swear these critters are gettin more and m-“ she stopped herself eyes suddenly going wide

“what?”

“Lerais that’s blood.” She says it with a confused look he follows her gaze and huffs

“On my damn fence too.…” he had just painted that. He sighed and turned to investigate his dogs still barking wildly.

“Be careful now. It could be something with sharp teeth-“

“Shut it I know.”

He creeps slowly towards the blood following it his lantern illuminating a shape in the darkness

Slowly and deliberately he moves forward until the light falls on the form enough to make out what the hell it was.

He stops

It’s not a wild animal.

The blood was coming from a person and it wasn’t just any stranger he realized adjusting his lantern to get a better look

“fuck- Alicea get over here I need your help-“

Alicea must have heard the urgency in his voice because she didn’t even stop to make a sarcastic comment.

“I- is that Selri?” She asks

“help me get her up and get her inside you know how to stop bleeding?” He hooks arm arm under her shoulder and pulls her up Alicea follows suit

“Yes of course”

“Good. Stay with her and I’ll go run and get Doctor Ana”

“Right-“ Theres more lanterns turning on around the village now he doesn’t really care.

Their slow and careful when they lower her into his bed he doesn’t really mind giving it up given the circumstances and the idea of getting her to Ana’s clinic seems out of the question at least for now.

“towels still under the sink?”

“Yes. Are you okay here?”

“Yes I’m fine go get the doctor already.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

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Younger whumpee deliriously calling their found family parental caretaker mom or dad my beloved

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The light fades from a characters eyes in five stages

Denial. This isn’t real. You want me on my knees? I mean, if you ask nicely.

No, I’m not apologizing, I didn’t do anything wrong—

Forced to their knees anyway.

Anger. Snapping at the hands that tie them down.

Resist. Resist. Resist. This isn’t right.

Blood on the floor, iron-bitter blood in their mouth, knocked to the floor. Up again. Back down.

Fuck you, you’d have to kill me to shut me up—

Bargaining. If I lick your boots will you give me my clothes back?

If I stay still, can I please sleep tonight?

Please?

They just have to stay strong. Stay alive. Until their friends come.

— god, that’s too far— you can’t make me— anything else? I’ll do anything—

Funny, they thought they had a say in their choices.

Depression.

….

….

They aren’t coming

….

….

No more screaming.

The guards realize they can get away with a lot more when they’re dealing with the quiet prisoner.

Doesn’t matter.

Acceptance. Whatever you say. Sir.

They never had a choice to begin with. Fated to fall from the moment it started. The only thing they could control was how long it took.

It took a while.

But now?

Yes, sir. Immediate.

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When the character who's forced to watch the whumpee's torture starts out shouting enraged, protective threats and by the end they're shouting desperate, panicked pleas

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Caretaker's so powerful, they could wage a full-scale war if angered enough.

Whumpee, who was tortured for information, chose to tell caretaker nothing; not daring to risk a war in their name.

Caretaker would have never known, if the enemy didn't gloat about it. Just like whumpee didn't tell caretaker about their torture; caretaker didn't tell them about their revenge attack.

Whumpee would never know. It would be silent, whoever raised a hand to them would just disappear.

And the bodies would never be found. 

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Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

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Defiant whumpee but they're cooperating

(sadistic whumper vibes)

"I'm comi--I said I'm COMING!" *Crying, as whumpee is painfully manhandled anyway*

"Get on your knees." Whumper orders. "Fuck you," whumpee growls as they thump to the floor.

"Honestly I would've been gentler, but you had to resist," whumper shrugs. "I did everything you told me to!" Whumpee shouts. "Yeah, but I don't like your attitude."

"I'll do anything you want, please just stop!" Whumpee begs. Whumper pretends to consider it for a moment. "But... I want you to take another punishment. Can you do that for me?"

"Bastard, you can't control me!" "I can't? Then... why are you naked? Did you do that because you wanted to?" Whumper laughs at whumpee's flustered face. "Because that would be almost better."

Whumpee cursing at whumper every time they shove them around, but not fighting back

"it's like you want me to do this to you, isn't it?" Whumper eggs them on. "I didn't ask for this, you motherfucker!" "Then why are you still provoking me?"

"don't give me that look." Whumper points at whumpee's glaring face. Whumpee hisses a breath in. "Do you want me to fucking smile?"

Muttered curses every time whumper touches them

Giving the answers whumper wants to hear--in a dejected monotone.

"are you going to be good?" "Yes." "Do you want a treat?" "...yes..." "But you were bad, so you don't deserve a treat do you?" *Soft sigh* "no..." "What do bad pets get?" Whumpee shudders. "Answer the question, whumpee. What do bad pets get."

Can do this with living weapon whump too. "Let's try this again, weapon." "Yes sir." "What did you do?" "I let them live--I-I created a liability! ...sir." "And what happens when you turn on your owners?"

"Sir, can I --" "No." Whumpee grinding their teeth and keeping their face turned away to hide their bitter anger. "Yes sir."

[guys I have been gone for a while bc of bad life events but I'm coming back soon]

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Here's some

Reactions to getting whipped

Content: whipping in punishment and slavery kind of context, new slave, PTSD

Presenting another part of their body to protect the first. Being hit on the same place multiple times can cause more severe injuries and our brains know that instinctively

Gasp of pain rather than an initial cry--this type of pain is so sharp, it's shocking. (This changes with different types of whips--one with heavier knots will feel more like getting pelted with rocks)

Holding their breath so they don't scream

clutching their work/whipping post tightly, bending over it

If on legs or arms--Pulling partly out of the way so that their clothes bulk over the area they were just whipped. The whipping effect is significantly hampered by having to get through clothes.

Screams usually start with a "ckl" sound

Afterward there may be different kinds of physical shock (I don't mean necessarily medical shock)--a sudden severe pain like this tells their body they are in serious danger, so they may be shaking, feeling faint, have incredible amounts of adrenaline

Feeling pain where they were lashed every time they see whumper again

Rage that can't abate. Especially if it was sudden and shocked their body, they would instinctively need to eliminate such a dangerous threat, so the animal rage may not die down for a long time, if ever