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Whumper plops Tiny Whumpee on a small platform hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room at night or when they just want them out of the way. The platform is too far away from anything in the room for them to jump to and way too high up for them to try and jump down. They are just left stranded there until Whumper decides to get them down again.

Points if Whumpee is terrified of heights and every time Whumper brushes by or there's a draft at all, the platform swings in the air and Whumpee is constantly crouching in the middle of the small piece of wood, trying to spread out their weight and keep it balanced and is just so scared of falling off while they're trying to sleep.

Sometimes Whumper absently pushes the little platform with their finger as they walk by and Whumpee can't help but scream as they swoop through the air, clinging to the little piece of wood for dear life.

Living weapon Whumpee, bloody and barely conscious, trying to drag themself away. Their legs collapse beneath them, and the last thing they see is the enemy approaching before it all goes black.

When Whumpee wakes up, they're expecting a cell. Or restraints, or something. They're very surprised to find themself on a soft bed, wounds cleaned and bandaged, completely unbound.

“You know the punishment for talking back. . . get on your knees- NOW. Palms up and out. If you do so much as even flinch from the rod, you know what happens next.”

“What do you want from me?” Whumpee whimpered helplessly as they stupidly backed themselves up against the wall.

Whumper slowly stepped towards them, collar and chain in hand with a wicked grin plastered on their face, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Why don’t you come closer and find out, Dear?”

hyperfixation sucks I think just a little too hard about a guy who isn't even real and I could start crying any second

"You are going to go to sleep. I am no longer asking." Person A said, slinging Person B over their shoulder.

Setting the scene for your character's sadness. Crying in other words...

daily reminder that if you HAVE A PLOT IDEA, A PLOT TWIST THAT COMES IN THE FUTURE, DIALOGUE YOU WANT TO WRITE, or ANY SCENE, whether it be a LINE or ONE WORD, WRITE IT DOWN.

this is your sign to write and enter your book again, even if it's contributing a single word for your draft.

JUST DO IT, OKAY. ramble if you even have to. <3

(ps. let me know what you wrote hehe)

Me opening my WIP and discovering it did not write itself overnight

Imagine Your OTP #571

Person B: I can't believe I trusted you.

Person A: Me neither, honestly. What is wrong with you?

Whump Snippet Saturday #39

Whumpee feels a dull pain their brain can't even register immediately. When they look down, they see whumper's hand still on the handle of the knife imbedded in their abdomnen. As they look up in shock and surprise, they are even more surprised that whumper has the same look of shock on their face.

Their instinct says to free themselves, run away and hide. But part of their brain screams at them to not let whumper take out the knife - otherwise it will be impossible to stop the blood.

"I - It was ... I don't-" Whumper stumbles over their own words looks at the knife in their hand, which they finally let go. "We should - oh god, that was not planned," they mutter, their face going pale.

Whumpee doesn't know if laughing is appropriate in this situation or not, but they realise that it would hurt too much and stifle it. Feeling the pain grow and their knees go weak, whumpee reaches out to hold onto whumper.

"Planned or not, it fucking hurts, you asshole ..."

Different Ways to Describe Eye Colors

↳ a masterpost for writing prompts that describe eye colors

Brown Eyes

Blue Eyes

Green Eyes

Hazel Eyes

Unusual Eyes

Gray Eyes

Heterochromia Eyes

Black Eyes

White Eyes

Hazel Green Eyes

Gold/Yellow Eyes

Reddish-Brown Eyes

I made this to combat my current issue:

Whumpee is deprived of their medications while in captivity. On top of everything else they’re subjected to, they also have to deal with whatever condition(s) they had that were previously well-managed getting worse, maybe undoing years of progress. Maybe even threatening their life.

i really love when a character, calmly and completely earnestly, is like i’m not important, i’m no one really, just a blade that people use and throw away. no one remembers me for long after i leave their life. and then you look at the evidence and it turns out that every person who meets them becomes permanently obsessed with them, for better and for worse, and the character has somehow completely missed this fact

Cw: abandoned by Caretaker

“Whumpee, I uh- I don’t really know what to say here.” Caretaker scratched their head uncomfortably as they tried to muster up some courage.

“Ok then our conversation is over.” Whumpee began to stroll away, annoyed as this was the second time this week that this had happened.

“No! Don’t, don’t leave. I’m trying to say, I don’t think this is working.”

Whumpee knew this was coming. It’d been stewing for weeks at this point.

Whumpee turned around reluctantly.

“I have contacted the hospital and let the doctors and psychiatrists know that it’s not working between us and-“

“And what. They want you to take me back?”

“Y-yes.”

“So all of this was for nothing. Why did you even take me in the first place? You KNEW I was broken. You KNEW that from the start.” Tears were flowing openly.

“It’s not that you’re broken, it’s that you’re not who you were before you were taken. You’re a different person. Someone that isn’t compatible with me. I’m sorry. Go pack. The van comes in an hour.”

Horrified, Whumpee stood in silence as the love of their life turned and left the room.

whumpee who's not believed by caretaker. like caretaker knows they have a few things that they went through, but also is like "well, i think you're lying about this so i'm not going to do anything about it."

"Close your eyes."

Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.

Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.

Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.

Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.

Whumpee struggling, screaming, and crying on operating table as Whumper carefully carves grooves in their body to look like a wooden puppet. The blood trickles down their body and drips onto the floor. The worst is when their knife grazes their jaw to recreate the hinged jaw. Or maybe they do unhinge their jaw, who knows.