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blackrosesandwhump · 8 hours

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Well, I *wanted* to write, but then I got really sad and now I'm too sad to write :(

#personal #feeling sad #can't write #dang it

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blackrosesandwhump · 8 hours

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"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

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blackrosesandwhump · 1 day

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Whump Prompt 133

Write something inspired by this concept:

A vampire punishes their personal human bloodbag by locking the human in their own coffin for hours at a time with barely any air.

Unfortunately, being locked in a coffin only serves to make the human panic and his blood taste bad. Funny what coffin-time can do to a person.

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 days

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Whumpril Day 16: Coughing Fit

CW: illness whump

A gentle spring breeze lifts the curtains at Nathaniel’s open window, bringing with it a faint scent of grass. He tries to take a deep breath. Tries and fails. Instead, the movement starts his cough going again. Just when he thought he might be able to get out of bed. At least his fever broke during the night, leaving in its wake a damp pillowcase and tangled sheets.

His eyes watering, he grabs a clean handkerchief off the side table and wipes his face. His chest no longer feels like it’s about to implode, which means whatever strange power fueling the stone has settled down. For now, that is. He can never escape it.

Another cough racks him, stealing the breath from his lungs. As he doubles over in bed, gasping, he makes a vow to himself.

The moment he can leave his bedroom again, he will find a way to lift the curse, no matter what it takes. And he’ll start in the library.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #coughing fit #sick whump #illness #coughing #original character #oc whump #gothic illness #bedridden #blackroseswrites #whump snippet #whump drabble #whump writing

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 days

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My mind right now is just a giant swirly mess of whumpy thoughts and feelings, without any form or direction.

#whump #whump thoughts #whumpblr #whump blog #whump things #whump stuff

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 days

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OC MOODBOARD TAG

Rules: Add your OC’s name followed by "core" on Pinterest, then make a moodboard of the first 9 images.

This is for my new character Nathaniel Mortenbrook.

Originally tagged by @cljordan-imperium. Thank you! :)

Gently tagging @brutal-nemesis @tildeathiwillwrite @whumped-by-glitter @ziptiesnfries (no pressure at all!) :)

#moodboard #moodboard challenge #original character #tag game #writeblr #oc moodboard

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blackrosesandwhump · 3 days

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Hi, im sorry if this inconveniences you but i absolutely loved your gothic illness post and i was wondering if you could write something with that concept. feel free to deny my request if you don´t want to write rn and sorry for the poor wording, english is not my first language.

Hi! Thanks for the ask, and I'm so sorry it took so long for me to answer! 😭

The thing is, I too love gothic illness, so much so that I maybe sort of created an entire character and storyline to go with him 😅 Nathaniel's Bane is my newest story and only has one chapter at the moment, but it's going to be full of gothic illness and gothic whump 😁😁😁

#thanks for the ask!#so sorry it took so long #ask answered #blackrosesanswers #gothic illness #gothic whump #new story #new oc

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blackrosesandwhump · 3 days

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Nathaniel's Bane Masterlist

Born with a mysterious stone in his chest, Nathaniel Mortenbrook has been ill since he was an infant. Everything points to the stone as the source, but countless attempts to remove it—whether through doctors, magic, or his own hands—have only proved useless, leaving Nathaniel weak and just as sick as before. Until one day, he makes a deal with a creature who claims he can remove the cursed stone in exchange for Nathaniel’s help.

Part 1 - In which the night brings misery

Drabbles:

Whumpril Day 16: Coughing Fit

#whump #whump masterlist #original story #original characters #oc whump #gothic illness #gothic whump #sickfic #magic whump #gothic fiction #story series #serial story #chronic illness #whump writing #whump story #masterpost #blackroseswrites

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blackrosesandwhump · 3 days

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Nathaniel's Bane, Part 1

Whumpril Day 13: Angry Tears

CW: Gothic illness, fever whump, implied self-harm

Cold silver moonlight pierces the gloom of Nathaniel’s bedroom as the boy lies awake, tossing and turning from the discomfort in his chest.

It’s happening again, the same way it always happens: pain that starts small in his sternum, radiating through his body and bringing with it a weakness that he can never shake, an illness from which he never gets well. A few days ago, he could traverse the garden, albeit slowly, walk to the library and back, even sit outside in the bright sunlight for an hour at a time without his body failing him. Now, he can’t even leave his bed.

And it’s all because of the—

A gentle knock interrupts his thoughts, followed by a low voice calling his name. “Master Nathaniel?”

He doesn’t answer, but the door opens anyway, revealing the figure of the doctor, slightly disheveled, concern deepening the shadows on his face.

“You’re unable to sleep,” he observes, opening his bag. “Let me take your temperature again.” He helps the boy sit up and slides the thermometer under his tongue. Nathaniel closes his eyes and lets the doctor do his work. Not that it will help. Nothing does.

A couple of angry tears bead in the corners of his eyes and slide down his hot cheeks. If only he could remove the thing from his chest, get it out of him, rip it away and hurl into in the sea.

“You definitely have a fever. This will help bring it down.” The doctor holds a small vial to Nathaniel’s lips. He drinks it automatically, recoiling at the bitter taste as if taking it for the first time, not the thousandth. A wave of weakness washes over him, and he sinks back into the pillows, another tear tracking down into his already-damp temple.

He feels rather than sees the doctor examine him with a sad, pitying look. “I’ll come check on you again. Try to sleep, if you can.” The door closes with a soft thump, and Nathaniel lies alone again under the cold white moon.

To his fevered imagination, it looks like an eye, boring into him with an unblinking, terrifying stare, as if a gargantuan monster on high is observing the tiny, sick human on earth. Nathaniel rolls over, away from the eye, and the pain in his chest lessens just a little. His right hand, curled under the pillow, touches something hard and cornered. The dagger his father gave him. He forgot he put it there before night fell, before the pain in his body started afresh.

After a while, his tossing and turning gives way to shallow, fevered dreams, but not before an idea edges into Nathaniel’s mind.

Maybe there is a way to remove the devil’s stone from his body after all.

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 days

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Oh my gosh, I'm *so excited* about my new OC that I'm about to introduce! I literally dreamed about talking to him and even *being* him last night. 🤩🤩🤩

Now I just need to finalize his first name 😅

#new oc #i'm so excited #can't wait to start writing #gah it's going to be so good #eeeee <3

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 days

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This snippet has both :)

From my ongoing series The Chimera Chronicles:

He’s still strapped in the leather chair, with the unsympathetic laboratory lights shining down on him and interminable clock ticking away. Exhaustion must have overcome him; his eyes sting and his head aches. But he can’t move. The straps holding him down are too strong to break, even if—the thought makes him feel sick—he managed to transform here and now. Steele would like that, wouldn’t he, Asa thinks. Another demonstration of his precious little vampire subject. Helpless for now, he can only grit his teeth and force himself to stay awake until the doctor stops taking his sweet time and decides to join him.

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#writing snippet #story snippet #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original character #story series #ongoing series

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 days

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You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love

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blackrosesandwhump · 6 days

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I'm thinking of creating a prompts list for a whump writing challenge. Should I do a theme for it, and if so, what should it be? Gothic whump? Lab whump? Something else?

#whump #whump prompts #whump challenge #question #so many options #so much whump #so many ideas #whumpblr #whump writing

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blackrosesandwhump · 7 days

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Whumpril Day 11: Can't Sleep

CW: wing whump, magic whump, captivity, drugging mention

Shut in the witch’s cellar, Oryn lies awake on his pallet, surrounded by the choking, sickly-sweet scent of old magic. It makes his eyes water and his nose sting slightly. And, somehow, it makes him miss the circus. Though he stayed only a couple of days before the witch bought him, though they drugged him and treated him roughly, at least he had a clean bed and fresh air.

Then he rolls onto his side, and the rope fastened around his ankle tightens, and his bound wings crunch painfully under him.

The flame of the single candle next to him wavers in his vision, and a face swims into his mind. The other boy whose gaze he’d caught as he was forced to his knees when Griffin had first acquired him. The boy with white hair and red eyes. Immortal, he’d heard. The Immortal Resurrecting Boy. The boy that everyone had come to see. That could have been Oryn, with his ethereal, iridescent wings and near-white skin.

But instead, Oryn is trapped here, alone, with only a candle and leaping shadows for company.

Something thumps in the dark. A footstep. Then another. His heart skips a beat and starts to race. Maybe the witch is coming to check on him. He glances at the rope on his ankle, tethering him to a wooden pole, as if that will protect him. Another footstep, clumsy-sounding and hollow. Oryn holds his breath.

The smell of magic changes and grows stronger, morphing from sickly sweet to light and dreamy, like lavender and vanilla. He finds he can’t look away from the flickering candle, transfixed by its dancing, rhythmic movement. Dimly, he hears the footsteps grow louder and closer, but as much as he wants to look, he can’t tear his eyes away from the flame and dancing shadows.

No, stop, cries a small voice in the back of his mind. It’s a spell, you’re under a spell, you can’t let it take you…

Something touches his shoulder. He doesn’t jump. He can’t.

“Sleep now,” comes a gentle but strangely wooden voice. “You need to sleep, before it’s too late.”

As Oryn succumbs to the magic and slips into a deep, dreamless sleep, he sees someone. A girl, bending over him, the hem of her ragged dress brushing the tips of his bound wings.

A girl with the face of an expressionless doll.

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blackrosesandwhump · 7 days

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About to introduce a couple new OCs for Whumpril... 😁Stay tuned!

#my ocs #original characters #oc whump #whumpril2024 #new characters incoming #get ready

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blackrosesandwhump · 8 days

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Whumpril Day 10: Adrenaline

Part 1

CW: vampire whumpee, torture, lab whump, begging

Silver. The color registers before anything else does. Before Asa realizes what it means.

His adrenaline spikes, making his already-pounding heart threaten to beat right out of his chest. Heat rises in his face. His hands grow slick with sweat. Whatever’s about to happen, it can’t possibly hurt him more than Steele already has—

Wait. Silver.

Just like that, Asa understands. Dominic is about to torture him. With silver.

Please, no…don’t do this to me—let me go, please, don’t—

And just like that, it begins. Silver shrapnel bursts from Dominic’s palms and pierces Asa’s body. The pain is instantaneous: it spreads and curls like fire, trapping him in a shroud of agony. It steals the breath from his lungs, darkens his mind until all he can do is scream to keep himself conscious.

A voice filters through. A voice that instills hatred in him, even as he struggles and thrashes in his restraints.

“…just as I thought…perfect specimen…put him to good use.” Dominic’s voice.

And then: “…grateful to have made such a deal…further than I could hope to go.” Steele.

The voices fade into the haze of pain, and Asa can hear only his own pounding heart and his own screams. Somehow, he knows the silver is lodged just under his skin, not even close to his organs. If only it could go deeper. If only it could impale his heart, his stomach, put him out of his misery. His body seems to writhe on its own, pressing against the chair restraints so hard the leather breaks his skin.

The monster stirs deep inside him, woken by pain and desperation.

No, please…not now, I said I wouldn’t…you can’t make me…

This is what they wanted. What Dominic wanted. He wanted to see the monster, the very creature that he spends his time hunting.

But before the monster can writhe to the surface, something touches Asa’s chest. Hands. He manages to open his eyes a slit. Long fingers. Dominic’s. Meticulously, they make a tiny incision and remove a single silver piece from his sternum. The agony lessens just a little, enough to make the monster inside shrink back down into the recesses of its bodily cage.

Gasping for air, his chest heaving, Asa squeezes his eyes shut as, one by one, the hunter removes the shrapnel from his body. When he opens them again, his chair is stained with blood.

“As I said, the perfect specimen.” Dominic takes his coat and slides it on, barely glancing at Asa. “We eagerly anticipate his arrival at the Society.”

Asa barely registers the two of them leaving together, wrapped up in conversation.

So this is one of his new owners.

And Asa already wants to kill him.

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blackrosesandwhump · 8 days

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I've been writing so much microfiction with generic characters lately that I forgot how much I love writing about my OCs.

Not sure they love it, though. Looking at you, Asa my poor little vampire whumpee 👀💔

#heheh #sorry not sorry #he's just so whumpable #and i love him #oc stuff #oc whump #vampire whumpee #original character

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