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The thing people don’t realize about writing is that time spent just staring out the window is CRITICAL

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Whumpee is used as a "punching bag" in the fighters' training. Whumper will show the class how to dislocate the opponent's shoulder, how to break their ankle, and every student will get to practice on Whumpee, a much smaller and defenseless puppet, who simply gets healed between rounds.

(Alternatively, in non-magical whump where healing doesn't happen so quick, there can be multiple whumpees they keep captive solely for this purpose... then mend them back to healthy over the course of some weeks until they can be once again thrown in front of a bloodthirsty trainee.)

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hereby, permission to write the darkest shit in the fucking world with no repercussions and all of the self-beneficial outcomes desired upon exploring dark topics is granted. go get em fuckers

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"The Apparition"

Ivan The Terrible; Or, Dark Deeds of Night, 1866.

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“you’re safe now.”

“you can rest now.”

“you’ve fought so hard.”

“you don’t have to fight anymore.”

“just sleep, okay?”

“i won’t let anything hurt you.”

“it’s over. it’s all over.”

“you don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

“shh, shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe here.”

“i know it was scary.”

“i know it hurts.”

“you’re all done hurting. there’s no more pain.”

“just focus on resting, okay?”

“you need to save your strength.”

“your job right now is to heal.”

“i’m getting you out of here.”

“i’m taking you home. we’re going home.”

“you’re safe in my arms. the hard part is over.”

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now i'm thinking about a captivity whump story where the two whumpees end up befriending one another, but one of the whumpees just makes everything worse.

they unintentionally upset their captor. they try to be obedient, but the fear and pain are just too much. they break during interrogations, so any escape attempts are shut down quickly. but they're so, SO loyal to the other whumpee and they try so hard to do right by them, they share what they can of their meals and offer comfort and do everything they can to make things better for their friend even when they just keep making things worse.

they hope their friend never grows to resent them for it. they know that when their friend lashes out at them for being weak, and stupid, and a burden -- it's just the stress of the captivity talking, the agony of having freedom be in their fingertips before slipping away.

and truthfully, their friend never does hate them for it. yes, there's desperate, hopeless anger, and they know it's not fair, they know it's not their friend's fault, they don't deserve their outbursts. no matter how badly things become, they will always love their friend.

even if, in the end, it's their friend's mistakes that get them killed, and Fuck Up Whumpee goes free, living with the guilt of knowing it was their fault.

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lonely heart seeking whump blogs to follow

i need more whump on my dash!

love me some whumpy art. OC whump. fantasy whump. historic whump. modern whump.

*** I tend to steer clear of suuuper heavy gore and BBU/pet whump stuff (no shade, you do you! keep rocking it! just not my thing)

if you're a whumpy blog, pls interact?

[Image ID: a gif of Puss in Boots holding his hat and gazing pleadingly upwards.]

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the spirit is not willing and the flesh it is not so into the idea either

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Talking about whump with the rest of the whumpblr just feels so funny. Like Yesss This Is Absolutely Awful. Good Job, sis. Incredible Ideas, Im sure this will cause imensurable amounts of suffering. Good work y'all.

Like we're evil witches throwing curses around. It's so fun

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Happy STS!

Feeling a bit silly today, so: What's the punctuation mark you can't live without? The one you use probably a bit too much, but who cares?

Happy belated STS!

In most works it's a semi-colon; I tend to make a lot of statements that work in pairs. For example, I wrote that sentence just now using a semi-colon without even realizing that's what I was doing lol

But in whump, I'm very dependent on dashes, cause to me they look visually like how racing thoughts feel.

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y'all ever hurt your own feelings with a fic YOU WROTE

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Sweet Little Lies is here!

Download on my website

The book is available for free, as pdf or epub, but I do have a ko-fi here. As always, the epub contains image descriptions for the illustrations, the pdf does not.

Genre: Fantasy Romance Approx. Length: 37.000 words

A scoundrel as sweet as the candy she sells

Aurelia’s days are filled with work. A charming stranger with a voice like soft caramel is a welcome distraction, even though she has more to worry about than the question of whether his lips are as sweet as his words. Someone is trying to put her out of business, and their methods keep escalating.

Laurent is scouting a target for his best friend’s heist when he dives into a candy store to avoid being spotted by the guards. What starts as an attempt to kill some time ends with his heart lost to the store owner’s warm smile. He wants to see her again but returning to the scene of the crime is playing with fire.

Fortunately, Laurent is a fire mage.

Character art, moodboard, tags, and more in the WIP intro.

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me reading whump works

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genuinely so tired of the male love interest in every m/f romance being the most hugelarge tallman to ever growth spurt. I need to see some women swooning over little five foot five rat dudes who need to be tucked in their gf's pocket lest they blow away like a napkin in the wind.

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Do you ever just start writing and then it's a few thousand words later, and you're just like, 'Where the hell did any of this come from? This was not the plan. Wtf?'

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whumpee 1 endured evey excruciating second of torture so whumpee 2 wouldn't have to. every cut sliced into their skin, every brand burned into them, every scream they let out, they got through by knowing it was one less moment of pain that whumpee 2 would have to face.

and when whumper returned them to their shared cell after a particularly brutal session, and whumpee 2 was nowhere to be seen, for a blindingly bright moment whumpee 1 thought that their friend had escaped. until whumper saw the look on their face and told them that they had caught whumpee 2 trying to run away... and had killed them.

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What Happened Upstairs? (Pt. 1)

Two posts in two days baby!!!

Part of Fifty-Eight Days. Follow up from THIS CHAPTER. 

Longer continuation coming soon to a screen near you.

WARNINGS: Therapy, early recovery, aftermath of captivity

“You haven’t spoken about that before.”

Grayson blinked, coming back to himself a few seconds too late. He looked up at his therapist, with his pen hovered over his notepad and his eyes boring into his from across the room with interest. 

Grayson had been talking, rambling—something he didn’t normally do well in these sessions—but he was so tired, so fucking sleep deprived, it just… slipped out. 

Of course Dr. Collins wasn’t letting it go.

“You went upstairs with Myles? In Elijah’s place?”

He hated the way it sounded in his tone; like Grayson had done something noble, something brave.

A beat passed. Grayson wondered how long he would have to wait him out in silence before he would give up and move on. He sighed. “Once,” he relented. “Elijah was sick.”

There was a brief pause like Collins might have been waiting on further elaboration, then he blinked, pushing the bridge of his glasses up with his pen. “Sick how?”

Grayson shrugged; a decidedly petulant gesture. “I don’t know. Sick. Throwing up, fever. He slept for so long, I…” When he could only shake his head, Dr. Collins met him with an understanding nod.

“That must have been scary for you.”

Grayson shrugged again. He didn’t feel compelled to tell him he was right. That those days had been some of the most terrifying moments in the whole two months they spent in that basement. Watching Elijah deteriorate before his eyes. Being forced to reckon with the probability of his death if the sickness continued to get worse. The idea of being left behind without him. Being helpless to do anything about any of it.

“What happened?”

Grayson had started to drift again. When he came back to himself, he could feel the adrenalin spike in his chest, in his fingertips. “What?” he asked numbly.

Dr. Collins’s gaze was centered on his, pen abandoned on his lap. “When your captor took you upstairs that night, instead of Elijah,” he said softly. “What happened?”

“Does it matter?”

“Does it?” Collins echoed in that infuriating way he had about him. “Is it intentional that you’ve avoided talking about this particular night so far?”

“It wasn’t intentional.” Grayson was pretty sure that was true. He tried to avoid as many specifics as he could, this was no different.

There was a certain look he had come to recognize as Dr. Collins calculating Grayson’s own thoughts against him. He was looking at it now.

There were several beats of silence before he said, carefully, “We’ve talked about how you knew what was happening to Elijah when they took him upstairs. What they were doing to him.”

It wasn’t a question, so Grayson didn’t respond. Dr. Collins kept pushing.

“You knew that when you told them you’d go in his place.”

Angry pinpricks of heat rose in his cheeks, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. “What are you saying?”

“Not saying anything. I’m asking. And you can tell me if you really don’t want to talk about it today. I will let it go,” Dr. Collins said. “What happened upstairs, Grayson?”

Pt. 2 coming soon…

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