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Me watching my characters suffer: they’re so silly ☺️ (derogatory)

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Happy Juneteenth to my people.

And especially happy Juneteenth to all of my fellow black creators, we don’t get as much recognition for our work as we deserve.

Remember that your art is beautiful and so are you ✨🫶🏾✨

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Rapunzel

TW: Creepy/Intimate Obsessive Whumper, Implied Objectified Whumpee, Captive Whumpee

Juniper sat in silence as they stared down at the floor underneath them. Nicholas sat behind them on a chair, gently carding through their hair as he sprayed rose water on it. 

Juniper always knew that Nicholas cared a lot about their hair. After all, before this all went down, he used to help them take care of it. So of course, one of his top priorities is exactly that when he has Juniper all to himself for who knows how long. 

He treated it the same way one would treat a baby, before this. Now it seemed to be way more than it was before. It was now a baby made of glass, even holding it the wrong way would break it. 

Suddenly, thinking of the process of coloring their locs made Juniper no longer want their hair touched. By anyone at all. Especially not Nicholas. 

It could no longer be something fun for them to express themself as it could now be used to turn them into a doll. A doll for the person they thought cared a lot about them and saw them as human. 

Or perhaps they weren’t a doll. Perhaps they were now Nicholas’s personal Rapunzel and one day a thief would come save them. A thief that would allow them the same freedom she gained from running away. 

But would that thief see Juniper as human? As worth something more than just a thing to hide away for only one pair of eyes to admire? 

Juniper was soon ushered to a mirror where they could see their locs stopping at the small of their back. Suddenly, they didn’t like looking at themself anymore. 

“Isn’t that better? They look fresh and healthy.” Nicholas grinned over their shoulder. “Just the way it should be.” When they attempted to turn away, he held their chin in place and corrected their posture before moving their hair out of their face. He ran his hands over their locs. “Aren’t you lovely?” 

It was clear that he was no longer talking to them directly. Maybe Juniper truly had turned into Rapunzel and their Flynn Rider was soon to come save them. 

Who were they kidding? Rapunzel was a fairytale. This was real life. No one was coming to save Juniper.

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I think we should start involving hair in whump a lot more. A lot of people care a lot about their hair, imagine that being used to torture them. Whumper threatening to cut Whumpee's hair, pulling on it, putting damaging chemicals on their hair, not allowing them to take care of it or even look at it in a mirror. Or maybe forcing them to see just how badly it's getting, seeing their hair fall out, seeing it get more and more tangled by constantly placing them in front of a mirror...

Or, alternatively, Whumper being beyond obsessed with Whumpee's hair. Hurting Whumpee but making sure to avoid their hair at all costs, purposely styling their hair in a way that Whumpee doesn't like because it's Whumper's favorite, Carewhumper putting accessories in their hair, using products specifically for Whumpee's hair type, maintaining Whumpee's locs and helping them on their journey, coloring Whumpee's hair Whumper's favorite color.

Bonus points if this is the one way Whumper allows Whumpee a sort of freedom or self expression (espescially for the conditioned Whumpees and Stockholm syndrome Whumpees, or the Whumpee's who have just accepted that they won't ever leave).

Honestly, this could turn into a Rapunzel type whump. That would be cool too.

And what does the aftermath look like? When they finally get away from Whumper and start over, do they still care about their hair? Do they hate their hair? Do they cut it all off and don't allow it to grow too long? Or grow at all? Does a conditioned Whumpee beg Caretaker to do their hair? Does a Whumpee with Stockholm syndrome have to learn how to do it themself in Whumper's absence? Or do they also cut it off? Or wait patiently for/find Whumper so they will continue to do it?

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Unconscious

TW: Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper, Implied Gaslighting

Emory stirred, flinching at the pained sensations across his body. Adjusting his eyes to the bright lighting above him, he noticed a face in his peripheral. When the room stopped blurring, he recognized the face as Athena. She looked concerned as she watched him carefully. It took him a moment to realize that she was holding him in her arms. 

He attempted to push himself into a sitting position. 

“No no no! Rest!” 

Reluctantly, he obeyed and returned to his relaxed position in her arms despite not wanting to. He shivered. “My head hurts… really bad. And my throat hurts too. What happened?” 

“You nearly bumped your head, Emy.” She said worriedly. “You were about to leave when you lost consciousness. I had to rush and catch you so you wouldn’t get hurt.” 

“I lost consciousness…” He echoed, once again attempting to sit up only to be stopped by her hand on his chest. “But how? Why–” 

“I’m not sure Darling but I’m glad that you’re awake.” Athena smiled softly. For some reason, that smile felt oddly comforting to see after weeks of seeing it as a threat. What if she was just playing the savior so Emory would let his guard down? After all, he has more than enough reason to believe that she could’ve had something to do with it happening in the first place. 

“It might be time to leave now.” She continued. “I’ll have your doctor check you over tomorrow. For now, we need to get you down the stairs so we can get back home.” 

Oh right, they were at this cursed party Athena had dragged him to. Emory began to once again question his safety. Now more than he did before he lost consciousness. 

Why couldn’t he just remember what happened? He could only remember walking down the hallway. When did he come to this room? How long had he been in this room? How long had he been unconscious? More importantly, why? 

“Listen, don’t think about it too much, okay Emy?” She said tilting his chin up, making eye contact with him. “Let’s just get you safely downstairs so we can go home, okay?” 

With no other choice, he nodded and allowed her to usher him to the car as she smiled and waved everyone off as she went.

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Spending this month on the floor of my closet writing my a-spec, alterous and queer platonic characters

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Um so after having a gender crisis, I have realized that my favorite gender is actually a well dressed, traumatized oc/whumpee

Just thought I would let you guys know…

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That moment when you’re in public and you think of your ocs and you start giggling

Then the moment directly after when you remember you’re in public and other people can actually see you and they now think you’re crazy

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Nap

TW: Conditioned Captive Whumpee, Manipulation Attempt, Implied Drugging Attempt, Carewhumper

Athena smiled softly as she adjusted Emory’s clothing. Humming, she turned him around to face the mirror that stood behind him. “Aren’t you adorable?” 

Those words produced a static cloud over Emory’s mind. Seeing his own reflection made it worse. He was dressed in a white button up, black suit with a matching tie. He didn’t like this feeling. What was it coming from? He’d never felt like this when looking at himself before. At least… that he could remember. 

“What’s wrong, Emy?” Athena’s smile had faded when he looked at her in the mirror. He hesitated. 

“I don’t feel good…” He mumbled. 

Her brows knitted together as she turned him around to face her again. “What’s wrong? Do you need to sit down?” She leaned forward slightly to be at eye level with him, holding his face gently in her hands. 

“I don’t know, my head feels weird.” 

“Maybe you’re getting a headache. We can go sit down, I’ll make you some tea and give you medicine to feel better.” 

Despite her reassuring words, they only served to make the static even louder. Emory was led to the plush white sofa before Athena went off to get a cup. Confusion plagued his brain, even while he attempted to focus on something else. He glanced around the sitting room at the golden vases, the large fireplace across from him, the elegant end tables on either side of him, but nothing seemed to hold his attention for long enough to make the feeling go away. 

Even when the cup was placed in his hands, the coldness of it did nothing to ground him. He stared down at his reflection in the tea and grimaced. 

Maybe looking at himself wasn’t something he should’ve been doing. But Athena never said it was against the rules. And he was sure she wouldn’t have asked him to do it if it was. Then why did looking at himself make him feel so weird? And how come the tea wasn’t cheering him up like it usually does? At least, that’s what Athena always tells him. 

“Miss, I don’t think I want tea anymore.” Emory stated, breaking free from his trance. “I think I want to sleep instead.” 

“Why is that?” She raised a brow. 

He slowly shook his head. “I just don’t feel well. I think maybe a nap will fix it instead.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t want any medicine instead?” 

He paused to think. Maybe the medicine could help him. But it would eventually wear off, making the static and confusion come right back. 

“How about a bath and then a nap?” Athena suggested as her smile returned. “I think that will help relax you so you’ll sleep better.” 

“Um… I don’t want to waste your time Miss. What if I get in the bath and I don’t want to anymore? Like the tea.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to try?” 

He thought for another moment. Did he really want another bath? He’d already taken one a couple of hours ago. Athena said that he needed it so that he could finally get a good hair wash. Another bath probably won’t solve this problem. 

“No thank you.” He shook his head, mind made up. “I want a nap. That’s all.” 

Athena’s eyes narrowed and her smile became forced. “Alright, why don’t we head upstairs?” 

Her grip on his shoulder on the way to his room made him nervous. Was he supposed to say yes? Was he supposed to drink the tea, take a bath and head to sleep? Was he making her angry by saying no? 

After changing into his pajamas, Emory curled under his blanket. He didn’t like this new feeling. He really hoped that it would go away and not be a constant bother. Everything had been going well living with Athena. At least… that he could remember. 

The static became greater as he attempted to recall any earlier memories. What exactly happened before Athena started taking care of him? Was he just always with her? Was there ever a time Emory wasn’t with Athena? Why couldn’t he remember anything? He held his head as if to somehow shield himself from the noise. 

Pulling the blanket over his head, Emory decided to take his nap.

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Angst and whump and limes, oh my!

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Alright so update… they already were 😭

I’m this close to making all of my characters aro/ace spec 🤏🏾😵‍💫

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Not Again Masterpost (Whump)

TW: Captive Whumpee, Possessive Whumper

These characters were inspired by the TFO 2024 movie bc I'm bitter and I like writing 😇

Whumpee: Juniper (they) // Whumper: Nicholas (he)

Not Again

Keeping Whumpee To Themself

Rapunzel

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February: Intimate Whumper

Week 1

Day 1: Gaslighting

Day 2: "You don't know what you're saying."

Day 4: "After all I've done for you?"

Day 6: "We don't want that to happen, do we?"

Day 7: Planting Ideas

Week 2

Day 1: Keeping Whumpee to Themself

Day 2: Overly Extravagant Gifts

Day 3: Forced Relationship

Day 4: Anniversary

Day 5: Possessive Behaviors

Day 6: "I love you."

Day 7: "This isn't love."

Week 3

Day 1: Tracing the countours of Whumpee's body + switching between pain and gentleness

Day 2: Hair touching

Day 3:

Day 4:

Day 5: Do you like hurt or comfort more?

Day 6:

Day 7:

Week 4

Day 1: Admiring Whumpee's Appearance

Day 2: "Look how pretty you are."

Day 3: Controlling What Whumpee Wears

Day 4: "I like you like this."

Day 5: What makes for the creepiest whumper?

Day 6: "I'll treat you right."

Day 7: Invasion of Personal Space + Feeling Watched

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Month 2 - Week 2 - Day 1: Keeping Whumpee to Themself

TW: Captive Whumpee, Possessive Whumper

Juniper shifted in their seat across from Nicholas as they glanced out the window to their right. They longed to be out in that open field, getting all the fresh air and sun they can. But they couldn’t. They were stuck in this house for who knew how long. 

They stopped swinging their feet back and forth underneath the table as a thought came to them. “Hey Nicholas? What if we go out?” 

“Out where?” He asked, briefly occupied by the paper in his hand. It was instantly put away and Juniper was given his full attention. 

“I dunno? Somewhere.” They shrugged. “Like we used to on the weekends.” 

“The weekends?” He paused in thought, humming. “Okay.” 

They were shocked at how easily he agreed. “We can go? Like right now?” 

“Sure, of course.” 

A smile appeared on Juniper’s lips. “Really? Well I was thinking we can go to the market and get some strawberries–” 

“The market?” Nicholas narrowed his eyes. 

“Yes…” Their smile quickly faded as they dipped their head slightly. 

“No. You’re not going to the market.” He frowned, crossing his arms. 

“What?! But you just said–” 

“I know what I just said. I changed my mind.” 

“But why would you agree the first time…” 

They went silent as he stood from his seat and walked over. He gently raised their chin so they’d look him in the eyes. “Juniper, Darling, I told you when I brought you here. You almost got away from me and got hurt. I’m not risking that happening again.” His thumb softly brushed their cheek as he pressed a delicate kiss on their forehead. Their shoulders slumped as the excitement drained from their body. Nicholas hummed and walked out of the dining room, leaving Juniper feeling isolated and alone once again.

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Month 2 - Week 1 - Day 4: “After all I’ve done for you?”

TW: Gaslighting, Captive Whumpee, Recapture/Failed Escape Attempt

Spoilers?

“I cannot believe this Emory.” Athena scoffed. 

His eyes shot open as he forced himself up. 

He was back in the empty, stony gray room. His breathing quickened as he broke out into a sweat. Why wasn’t he in his comfortable new bed at Harley’s house? What was he doing back here? Why was he back here? The room’s temperature spiked as he looked down at the chain connecting his ankle to the wall behind him. 

“You have the audacity to leave after all I’ve done for you…” 

Seeing gold jewelry never frightened Emory more than it did in this very moment as Athena stepped closer. A deep frown was etched on her face in spite of the shine of her earrings and bracelets. The clicking of her heels against the concrete made Emory wish he could disappear through the wall or the floor—whichever one would open up the fastest. He felt his chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands shook rapidly and there was absolutely nothing that could stop it. 

“You thought you could run away from me.” Athena said once she stopped a fair distance in front of him. Just enough to intimidate him. 

“I… I didn’t–” He rasped. 

“What? You didn’t mean to?” She briefly put on a somber expression. “Yes you did Emory. You know you did. I mean you even ran to a doctor of all people. You tried to tell her I was hurting you. How dare you Emory? I gave you a life you would’ve never achieved on your own. You should be grateful I even did this for you! If it weren’t for me you’d probably be somewhere begging!” 

He flinched and scrambled away until his back made contact with the wall. His chain rattled with every movement. A silent protest just barely reached his own ears. He couldn’t fully use his voice if he tried. 

“You even tried to lie on me! Now look at you! Looking like a lost puppy without his owner. You’re lucky I don’t decide to hurt you seriously this time. You thought I was hurting you before but just watch.” She leaned down, invading his space as she lowered her voice to an eerily calm tone. 

“I’ll show you what real hurt is.”

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I’m this close to making all of my characters aro/ace spec 🤏🏾😵‍💫