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I want to write and post something this week, so is there anything in specific you guys would like to see? Maybe a continuation of something or a specific prompt/trope?

I’m not sure what I’m in the mood to write so any ideas/input would be helpful

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Do you know where I can find part 2 to this post?

https://www.tumblr.com/shywhumpauthor/688223071186960384/hi-i-love-your-writing-and-i-saw-that-your

I saw you commented it but the link doesn’t work for me!

Here you go! Let me know if this one doesn’t work

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You Can’t do This

Cw: kidnapping, restraints, torture, mentioned mouth/eye whump (doesn’t actually happen), non-con touching, knives, threat of asphyxiation/choking

“Wait- wait,” Villain sputtered, the words tripping over their tongue, snagging in the back of their throat. “You can’t- Hero, this is illegal- you can’t do this!”

They twisted their wrists against the restraints that bound them to the chair, flexing their fingers to try to relieve a fraction of the pressure. The movement only pushed the cables deeper into their skin, dragging a hiss from their clenched teeth.

A warm hand wrapped around their neck from behind, turning their exhale into a wheeze as their head was shoved against the back of the chair.

“Since when have you cared much about what’s legal?” Hero responded, amusement adding a drawl to their words. They circled the chair, grip on Villain’s neck adjusting so their palm lay against the villain’s wind pipe, fingers digging into the sensitive skin on the side of their neck. Just enough pressure to fear, for Villain to feel the threat of their airway being crushed, but not enough to cut off their breathing. Not yet.

“He-Hero, this isn’t funny, stop.” Villain grit out, shrinking as far back as the chair would allow. Hero only pressed closer, moving in so their legs were on either side of Villain’s, their ankles bound to the chair legs.

“Was it funny when the roles were reversed? All those nights I spent tied up in your basement, bleeding and cold? Was it funny then?” Hero hissed, their other hand raising to Villain’s face with the speed of a strike. Barely in time, Villain braced themself, only for a warm hand to press against their jaw, fingers brushing over the curve of their cheekbone. The touch was stark against the chill in the air, a misplaced comfort—artificial. Hero’s stroked their thumb below Villain’s eye gently, before coming to a pause with both hands cradling either side of Villain’s face. “Was it?”

“No, no Hero, it wasn’t,” Villain’s voice wavered now, threatening to crack. “You can’t do this, you’re s’posed to be the good guy-”

Hero stepped back suddenly, tearing their hands away from Villain’s face like their skin had turned toxic. Villain tried to ignore the ache that swelled in their chest as the cold air drowned any remnants of the warm touch in moments.

“I guess I am, aren’t I? The ‘good guy’?” Hero repeated, turning their back to Villain. They stepped to the side of the poorly lit room, to something that resembled an old workbench, their body blocking Villain from seeing what they were doing. “I wonder what the press will say about your sudden absence. They’ll publish anything I tell them to, you know? I could feed them some story about you fleeing the city, the country even, and your name would be forgotten in a week.”

Hero turned around, bracing their palms against the workbench and leaning back.

“Everyone always believes the good guy, don’t they?” Hero shook their head. “No one cares about another pesky street criminal, do they? All they care about is Supervillain, the papers would move on from you the next day and you’d be forgotten. You wouldn’t even get one of those ten year follow-ups.”

“Hero, let me go. You can’t do this. You can’t,” Villain twisted their arms against their restraints in one last pitiful attempt to free themself, accomplishing nothing but to make Hero chuckle.

Hero pushed themself forwards, striding closer. It was only then Villain noticed something in their hand, slender and orange—a box cutter, they realized quickly, as the hero closed the distance between them in three steps.

“Tell me exactly what I can and can’t do, Villain? What can’t I do to you?” Their hand twisted in Villain’s hair, shoving their head back against the chair while the other flipped out the blade on the box cutter.

The words died in Villain’s throat. Their lips parted, eyes tracking the blade as Hero lifted it up to their face.

“I can do anything I want to you.” Hero’s eyes stared directly into Villain’s as they placed the blade against their skin, just below their eye. “You should be glad, your eyes look so pretty when you’re scared. Otherwise I would’ve plucked them out by now,” Hero began to move the blade to the side, putting just enough pressure to split a thin line of red below Villain’s eye.

Villain didn’t dare breathe as Hero paused, gritting their teeth against the sting as they felt the blade puncture a bit deeper. A drop of blood rolled down their cheek like a tear.

“I thought about this moment every night in your basement,” Hero muttered, pushing the edge harder into Villain’s flesh as they followed the track of the blood, drawing a half suppressed yelp from Villain as the pain suddenly intensified. “Planning out exactly what I would do to you, how I’d pay you back for everything you’ve done to me.”

Hero accented the last word with a sudden sharp twist, finishing the line to Villain’s jaw before pulling their hand back. Tears burning in the corners of Villain’s eyes, welling faster than Villain could suppress them.

“Ple- please, Hero, you can’t,” Villain’s voice trembled, any thoughts of maintaining their dignity gone with their fear.

Hero’s palm cracked against their bleeding cheek, catching them off guard. Pain like fire burned from the cut, their head snapping to the side with the force of the blow.

“This will be your only warning,” Hero began, their empty hand grabbing Villain by the chin and tugging them back to look at them. “I do not have the same reservations about your voice as I do your eyes. Another word from you, I’ll cut out your tongue and shove it down your throat and it’ll be the only food you get for a month, got it?”

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So I’ve had this story idea in my head for a while, it’s changed a lot lately but there’s a new version kinda that I think will stick—unnecessary precursor to this post.

I posted abt it yesterday with a question that someone answered so I deleted the post, also irrelevant. But I mentioned that there’s main characters—Prince, Thief, and Soldier (Some have names so far but for the sake of organization rn they don’t in this post). And also Servant. It’s a fantasy world, so there’s powers. Anyways, I know it’s overused, fire powers and royalty, but sue me.

So the royal family has fire powers. While I was fleshing this idea out a bit, I was thinking back to my prompt from a while back about branded handprints.

Can you see where this is going?

Anyways all of the royal servants are branded with the king’s handprint. It’s supposed to be a symbol of “honor”, but really it’s just a sign of authority, in case any of them decide to try to flee or run away it’s a quick way to return them to where they belong.

So Servant is assigned specifically to Prince, and their relationship is about what you expect. Prince is second in line for the throne after his brother, so he’s bitter and power hungry and poor Servant is just trying his best but it’s never enough.

Traditionally, it’s only the king’s handprint, but Prince doesn’t think that’s enough. So he brands Servant with his own. Multiple times.

This happened a few years before the story would begin, and Prince has grown a bit in maturity. He’s no where near “good”, but he’s no longer as impulsively cruel—so he tries to mend the relationship a bit. He’s also fairly bored and lonely, and Servant is always around, and it’s a little awkward trying to make amends with someone who is scared to walk too loudly around you.

Idk I wanted to share because I love finally giving a vague context to the prompt and also like this story is buzzing around my brain but I can’t write it so I wanted to share it with someone

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Concept: whumpee that breathes normally

Ehh, not sure I’m a fan of this one.

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Concept: whumpee with skin

Woah, I’ve never thought of that!

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Concept: uneven ribbed whumpee

Could you elaborate on this?

[shywhumpauthor]

What oc is living rent free in your head right now?

We want pictures! We want rambles! We want chunks of scenes and favorite lines! This is a vent-about-your-blorbo free card! Go wild!

Right now there’s an unnamed novelized blorbo living in my head rent free. He’s begging for a book and I don’t know what to give him. He’s a soldier, young, arrogant (at the beginning), fighting on the “good” side of the war. What that means, I’m not sure. Shit hits the fan and he ends up betraying his side and his friends in his troop, and he just keeps digging himself deeper into the hole until he can only ever see himself as the villain even though he tried a few times for redemption. The first time, his friends believed him but then he just fucked that up again and now there’s not a single person on either side of the war who trusts him. He climbs the ranks then, trying to forget everything until he’s eventually somewhat of a right hand to the Big Bad Guy ™ (no clue who or what that is). His name might be Jameson idk. Right now we’re at the very very beginning of his story and he just got beat into the dirt during a sparring match gone bad, and his friend who plans to be a field medic helps stitch him up.

That and the dudes from my novelized coffee shop dream here.

Really I just want to write a book. I want something with whump vibes but it can’t be direct whump the entire time which is annoying, but I want a comprehensive story with world-building and effort and plot and deep characters. These two ideas have been bouncing around as possibilities but I haven’t had like any time to write lately so idk if I’ll ever write these. The more I think about it the stupider the ideas seen yk?

And then there’s Noah, he’s just always sitting in the corner of my mind just like he’s sitting in the corner of Declan’s office lmao. Favorite spy Whumpee, can’t wait until I get to the point in his story where I can completely break him. It’s coming up, Declan’s next demonstration… :))

Just need to finish the precursor Christmas drabble though aha

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I love "Coriander" is there a reason you chose that name? Cause I have a "Corinthian or Corinthian(s)" can't remember atm he hasn't been introduced yet so it's hard to remember which one sometimes. I chose that name cause bible verses I saw across Pinterest.

@softvampirewhump

I don’t remember entirely where I got the name from or why I chose it, there’s a good chance it’s from Pinterest or was similar to something I saw there. I know I wanted the “C” name, particularly a long one that could be made into a nickname

Thanks for the ask!

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For the Q&A session!

To you: how did you get into whump?

-- @whumperofworlds

Michael Vey, book one, when he was in the cell. And just generally all of them

School for good and evil book two, the tedros beating/torture

Just. all the violence in warrior cats

The betrayal of Luke in the Percy Jackson series, all the emotional crap Percy went through

When annabeth was stabbed

The malfoy manor scene in the deathly hallows movie

Just everything with umbridge in order of the phoenix

There’s so many more these are just off the top of my head

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What is your favourite Whump trope? And! Follow up, what is your favourite Whump scene to write??

Hmmmm

It changes by the day haha

I’m really into scars right now, especially visible ones. Like facial, neck, hands, etc. Constant reminders of the trauma and torture the Whumpee had to face, not just to themself but to everyone else. Especially if this Whumpee is in some leadership position, like in a team situation, and everyone else is just constantly wary around them. The Whumpee has learned to avoid long conversations or any non essential contact, isolating and only making the dynamics worse.

That or a Whumpee who is in some sort of situation with a caretaker that’s unable to really help them, particularly if they’re from the other side. Like a Hero Whumpee in a villain’s lair, and a henchman wants to help but they can’t actually do much of anything.

Also I love your typical power imbalance tropes, a Whumpee who used to be powerful/influential reduced to nothing (particularly with royalty dynamics paired with public humiliation), your good old fashioned whipping and torture, branding, there’s so many lmao

To write? Now that’s harder. While I love all of these tropes, some of them are just difficult for me to write in terms of complex dynamics or just plot. If I were to start one with say, the royal/powerful Whumpee, I would need to go so much deeper than just “they used to be royal”, and I’d get caught up on that for so long I wouldn’t end up writing it. So I guess I’ll just say power imbalances in any context really, because that’s always so much fun to exploit (as you can see with Noah and Declan, Kaden and Mathias, etc lmao)

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Reblog if you like to have a Q&A session for your whump blog for people to send asks about you, the person behind the blog, or your whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc!

The questions can be anything, not just whumpy questions! For those reblogging, if you have any limits regarding any questions, please let your askers know!

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Part 2/2

Happy holidays, @shywhumpauthor! (Part two!)

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Hi everyone LOOK AT THIS. (Part 1/2)

To my secret Santa- holy crap THANK YOU. You went above and beyond and oh my god it’s perfect. This was such a perfect way to start the year, and it’s just AGH. ALL OF THE WORK YOU PUT INTO THIS. ALL OF THE SMALL DETAILS. I don’t even know how to put this into words.

Part 2

Happy holidays, @shywhumpauthor!

(Your gift is in two parts because there’s too many images for one post!)

[shywhumpauthor]

Hi, Coal! This is anonymous from the Whumpuary question

There's no need to respond to this, lol-

I really just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to respond to my previous question :))

(I enjoyed reading the dragged out version of your response, lol- better for my brain to process and take in for sum reason)

I'm good with whatever decision you make. I was honestly just curious because I do enjoy your stories and writing style, so there's that-

(#love Noah)

And, I get where you're coming from with writing series and all, so like- yeah

Regardless of your decision, as long as you don't stress yourself out about it, I'll be fine with whatever

So, uh, yeah- thanks for responding and– take care :)

I am so bad with responses but I wanted to say something just to lyk that I appreciate that you read the long response and then also took the time to reply. That sounds so stiff and insincere written out like this, but I promise it’s not lmao

You as well! Happy new year!

(#love hurting noah)

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…Declan has a fish tank in his office. A big one too, nice and deep.

Why didn’t I think of this before

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What should Declan give Noah for Christmas