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Hero regrets it now, that self-sacrificing idiocy.

Don’t blame them, they expected Villain to kill them. Grab them by the collar, put the gun to their head, and pull the trigger. They weren’t to know their arch-nemesis would hold them by their hair like a trophy and drag them home with them.

They hadn’t expected Villain to lean them against a wall, still too dazed and surprised to move, and get on their knee with a ring pulled off their own hand. They hadn’t expected Villain to say, without a hint of irony, “Will you marry me?”

And Hero had, of course, replied, “This is the shittest proposal ever.” Because it was. Villain’s foyer was dark and they’d not switched on the lights yet, and the night outside was ominous and eerily quiet. “The atmosphere’s off.”

Villain laughed at them, and then said, their voice assured, “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it! You have to. You insisted on martyring yourself, so see it through.” Villain smiled, all teeth.

“Yeah, I’ll marry you,” Hero had said, like Villain was asking to borrow their phone charger.

And so now they have to marry them, and for once in their life, Hero has no idea what to do. This is ridiculous, they’re confused, and worse, they’re afraid. But maybe Hero will get lucky. Maybe this is all a ploy, some creepy short-lived fantasy Villain is only orchestrating to plan Hero’s murder. Maybe they’ll be lucky, maybe they won't have to.

But Hero’s going to have to come up with something soon, because Villain seems like the kind of person to do things sooner rather than later.

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tbh ive never met a single person who didnt have some kind of "mental health issue," whether its anxiety, substance abuse issues, disordered eating, depression etc etc etc etc so why are we still acting like theres a Normal Person who is in perfect mental health and functions perfectly in our society. imagine if we did that with physical health. "omg its crazy to me that normal people just wake up and they never get a cold or have allergies to anything and their bones cant break."

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this is IT. this is the thing i’ve been trying to fucking articulate all these years. fuck. it’s not that he beat the shit out of you and that your wounds hurt. it’s that he beat the shit out of you. that’s what hurts. the fact that he could do it at all.

the thing that really drives this home is that the author here likens not rape to torture, but torture to rape. he established rape as the ultimate evil and then, only after having done so, places torture beside it. christ.

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People of color in the whump community, how do you feel about POC characters?

(I know some people take issue with the term "person of color", I'm using it for convenience here, but this poll applies to anyone who considers themself nonwhite. Feel free to add specifics about your identity in the tags.)

(If you're white, scroll down for the results button and please reblog for sample size.)

I'm curious about how people view nonwhite characters in whump. On one hand, diversity is a good thing. On the other hand, violence against a character of color could trigger people, and a character of color as the whumper could play into racial stereotypes. This also depends on the specific race of the characters-- obviously, POC are not a monolith-- but there aren't enough poll options for that.

I'd really appreciate hearing people's thoughts, especially people of color in the whump community! Please reblog this to spread it around!

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I’ve been thinking about how often we see stories about people getting out of an awful situation and being surrounded with support and care and getting to move on and recover.

But what if they don’t. They’ve spent god knows how long in their own personal hell, captivity, torture, isolation. For what felt like an eternity, they held onto the idea of finally being freed, rescued, released. And one day it just happens. Political pressure, a hostage exchange, a rescue. Whatever happens, one day they’re just free.

But they come home and everything’s different. They never had a huge network to begin with, and now the people who still care just don’t know how to deal with them and their trauma. It’s all too much. They’re not the person they used to be, the person their friends used to love.

Sure, they’ve been given medical treatment for their obvious wounds but the doctors just don’t seem to understand them when they say that there’s a pain that never quite goes away. They’ve had the mandatory counselling, but the therapist’s empty platitudes made them feel all the more disconnected from their reality.

For so long, they waited for this. But now it feels like their past is an impossible weight on their chest, never letting them move forward. People tell them that they have their future ahead of them, but they can’t help but wonder if they should have just died there.

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"People used to cut off the hand that the criminal used to enact their crime. Quite the severe punishment, I agree. We could crush yours, flay the skin off, or cut your fingers off instead... I'm flexible."

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Whumpee who betrays their country and becomes an informant for their enemy in a war, simply because they believe they have more chance of surviving as a traitor. Unfortunately for them, their original side ends up winning the war and, as they are about to find out, their former friend and current President is not very forgiving.

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Whumpee is dragged by two guards and unceremoniously shoved forward in front of the president. They grunt as they land on their knees, unable to cushion the fall with their wrists bound behind their back.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” their erstwhile friend croons, their underlying acrimonious tone devastatingly clear. “Honestly, I’m surprised you survived. It’s good to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” Whumpee says, attempting dry humour but falling woefully flat. They sound as scared as they feel.

“Hm.” The president kicks at them, and Whumpee flinches. “I mean it, I would’ve been miserable had you died.” They cock their head to the side. “I missed you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

A slow, pleased smile creeps its way onto Whumper’s face. “Oh, darling,” they say, eyes bright, “I know. I know.” They crouch down to Whumpee’s level. “Believe me, I am very aware of how little you care for me. And I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Whumpee doesn’t doubt it.

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Please please, can we have some rescued Civilian? From anyone, just, ✨ rescued civilian✨ 

Rescued.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

Civilian offered no response, curling further against the wall, blood still warm, staining their face. 

They hid their face behind their knees and hands.

"Right, love?" Villain insisted, voice trembling as they kneeled before their partner "They wanted to use you against me, Hero wanted to hurt you.” 

Villain took off their mask with a harsh pull, throwing it to the side. They reached forward slowly, wanting for Civilian to face them, perhaps that way, they thought, the sight of their lover would ease them.

It didn't. 

As the blood-stained fingers brushed against Civilian’s face the trembling person whimpered in fear.

Shocked, Villain took away their hand. 

“I’m sorry, Civilian,” they whispered “I never meant for you to be involved in any of this.” 

“Let me leave,” Civilian’s voice trembled. “I won’t tell anyone who you are.”

Villain sighed. 

“I know you won’t. Stand up.”

A second, a heartbeat. 

As gently as they could, yet firmly still, Villain grabbed onto their arm, pulling them up. Trembling legs pushed them straight into the arms of the criminal, barely able to keep themselves up, Civilian felt the arms of their lover - the killer - sneak behind their waist to keep them upright, such a normal, mundane action from them, brought shivers to their spine. 

With a clean, white handkerchief, Villain cleaned their face. Then, they placed their jacket right back on, all sight of blood gone from view. 

“We’re going back home,” they said, looking right back at the wide, teary eyes that stared at them, kissing the forehead of their lover “I’m gonna take care of the wounds Hero dared to make on you, I’ll clean you up. Then, I’ll cook you something hot, something you like. We’ll eat dinner together, and then we’ll talk.” 

Civilian shook their head, crying harder. 

“I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I would never, ever hurt you,” they grabbed their chin, lifting Civilian’s face up to make them face them “but I don’t have the same considerations for others, so be careful when we go out on the streets, love.”

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Masterlist

Rescued Civilian, yes. Terrified of their rescuer Civilian, also yes.

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royal whumpee who's title objectified them. they're becoming a doll of a prince--move your head to the left, you're not flattering in that angle, hold this just so, let me fix your crown, you will read this speech in front of the people, etc etc--until they're not sure who they are behind this puppet of an heir to the throne. when do they break?

YES YES YES JUST YES

I feel like this is such an underrated part of royal whump because really, they are in the public eye and have responsibilities and customs and traditions and reputations and its just a lot, ya know? Would be enough to crush a person 👀

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how self indulgent am i allowed to be on this account. will anyone judge me? make a call out post for being pathetic?

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“Stupid fucking bird,” Whumper mumbles, sounding defeated. “Stupid, stupid bird. You can’t do anything right, can you?”

Whumpee growls again, but the harsh noise trails into a whine when their broken wing is rustled.

Whumper, for their part, handles them gently, mindful of the bloody feathers and torn ligaments. “Stay still,” they command. “You’re going to kill yourself at this rate.”

“Good,” Whumpee hisses out, their voice taut with pain. “Better than being stuck with you.”

Whumper sighs. “I know it hurts, but please stop struggling, we need to wrap it.” They reach a hand to rub Whumpee’s back comfortingly, but the contact has Whumpee jerking away, irritating their injury even more.

Whumpee makes some broken moan, and Whumper winces at the noise.

“It’ll be okay,” they say, trying to be comforting. “Let me wrap it, and you’ll be alright. I’ll take care of you. You can have anything you want, if you just sit still for me.”

“I want you to let me go,” Whumpee says. “I’m not a bird. I don’t want to wither away in a cage. I want to go home.”

“But then who’ll wrap and preen and clean your wings?” Whumper asks. In their own way, they sound just as exhausted as Whumpee.

“Someone who wouldn’t break them in the first place.”

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Whump Prompt No. 4

“Hello, sweet thing.” Whumper was reclined on the sofa, twirling their knife in their hands.

“…this isn’t real. This is just a nightmare,” Whumpee muttered, frozen at their front door.

“Oh, darling. Did you really think I’d let you leave that easy?” Whumper stood up. “I’ve made arrangements for Caretaker to watch your dog. They think you got a call to go on a work trip.” They came closer, caging Whumpee between their arms and backing them against the wall. “Your bags are packed. Already in my trunk. Now hand over your phone and come with me. No sudden moves, alright, darling?”

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in honour of merlin trending have some art from my insane self-indulgent au :)!

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“We’ll be happy together, someday,” Whumper promises. They run their fingers through Whumpee’s shorn hair, movements gentle.

“You’re delusional,” Whumpee mumbles. They shift a little, as much as the restraints on their wrists allow them. Whumper places a hand on their shoulder and pushes them down, holding them in place.

“I know, sweetheart,” Whumper says.

“I hate you.”

“I know.” The words come out more unhappily this time.

“I wish you were dead.”

Whumper sighs, rubbing Whumpee’s shoulder gently. “I know, darling. I know.”

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As the door slammed shut, Whumper glared at Neighbour’s retreating back. “She doesn’t get it,” they muttered. “Nobody understands our love.”

Whumpee could certainly concede that point. Nobody, not even Whumpee, understood their love.

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“I’m sorry, my love, forgive me,” Whumpee pleads, as if pretending to be affectionate and speaking Whumper’s language will appease them.

They’re half-right.

But still, Whumper cannot push down the betrayal gnawing at their insides. “We are friends,” they repeat. “You cannot treat your friends like this.”

They should go get their pipe. They should beat Whumpee senseless until they learn that Whumper is their friend, that Whumper cares about them, that Whumper loves them. They should break every single one of Whumpee’s bones to teach them that, but Whumper is weak.

Whumpee is looking at them, with their sad, tired, brilliantly blue eyes, and Whumper finds they just want Whumpee to be happy. They want to be happy, too.

They wish they both could be happy together.

If it were anyone else, they would go fetch their pipe, and they would scramble their brains. But it is Whumpee, so they refrain.

“Speak again,” they say, because it is nice to hear. When Whumpee strings together sentences brokenly with their slightly-off accent, it doesn’t sound grating, it sounds like love.

Whumpee hesitates. “I know very little,” they say, in Whumper’s language.

Again, it is ungrammatical in several ways, but to Whumper, it sounds like the most beautiful music they have ever heard.

Perhaps, just this once, they will let Whumpee’s transgressions slide. Just this once.