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(Shakes violently) hi it is not very good and i cant do a readmore on mobile but I wrote ab my star wars oc.... hope u like it
CW: religious trauma (fictional religion), repetition, mild themes of overthinking and paranoia, unintentional s/h mention
Ace Insidious is a name that's become somewhat well known among the Coruscant underground- a musician who was known for constantly breaking the mold, shaking up norms, and turning tradition on its' head. Whether this was a GOOD thing... Well, that was yet to be decided.
But underneath all the edginess and overdramatic performances, Ace was just a person.
It had been an easygoing day for them so far.
Until someone made a comment on the holonet that, under normal circumstances, was seemingly innocent.
"COOLDROID95: Eh, this sound is personally a little too dark for me. Still, what you're doing is absolutely awesome! Stay epic, man!"
Before their eyes could even reach the encouraging message, their heart leapt into their throat at the first sentence.
Or more specifically, a certain phrase.
"A little too dark for me."
It's surprising how one word can ruin your day, isn't it?
The musician sat there. Time stood still, seconds melting into minutes, minutes stretching infinitely into what felt like hours.
No. Nonono. NonononoNONO THAT ISN'T WHAT I MEANt, I- I SWEAR, I'M NOT ONE OF THEM! I WOULD NEVER TURN! I'M NOT-
There is no emotion. There is peace.
Their thoughts raced miles ahead of them, harder to control than holding a slippery fish that was still alive and thrashing.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
The grip they had on their left arm was beginning to draw blood. It remained unnoticed, as did everything. No other thoughts were able to penetrate their mind as it scrambled for cover. They just want to forget, want to act like nothing was wrong, want to-
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Stop. Stop thinking about it. You're getting too heated. You need to let go. Stop. STOP.
No matter how long they tried to control their breathing, how many mantras they repeated, the feeling of cold, sharp terror clawed deeper into their chest, freezing them in place.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
Get a grip on yourself, Ace. Ya need to save the anger for the stage. The show can't go on like this! It's all in the past, anyways! Stop getting fussed over it, ya son of a bantha!
They closed their eyes, aggressively brushing the pink hair out of their face, the hair that had been glued to it by tears they didn't know they even shed. Why couldn't they get it together? It's just a stupid word. Their anger would only turn into fear and hate and lead to the dark side and NO NO NO THATWOULDN'T-
There is no death. There is the Force.
A violent bolt of lightning shot from their fingertips, destroying the console in front of them in a brilliant flash of light and color.
Look what you've done.
Look how you've fallen.
You went STRAIGHT TO THE DARKNESS.
YOU HAVE FALLEN. YOU HAVE FAILED THE ONE THING YOU WERE TAUGHT YOUR WHOLE LIFE. HOW COULD YOU TURN SO EASILY. SO WEAKLY.
Ace screamed.
Only a silence that brought cold chills followed.
"That's- that's not- That's not who I am!"
They pulled their knees to their chest, hiding their face from... nothing but themself.
"That's... that's not what I am."
#long post#writeblr#star wars oc#ex jedi#ace my absolutely screwed up beloved i feel so bad for you im so sorry#i will absolutely talk more ab them if prompted#or even unprompted#drabble#giruwutinas characters#giruwutinas writing#i need a new url i think#also. ace is not a sith either#they don't believe in the dark/light split. just the force#however! they have Trauma
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Lab whump with no Whumper-- the Whumpee is constantly testing harmful inventions and concoctions on themselves; pushing themselves to their limits for the sake of innovation.
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Y'all talk about mad scientist whumpers but what about mad scientist whumpees
Like idk what if they're forced to work for the hero or are tortured for information?? There's potential there
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People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.
An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.
It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…
It’s an ant again.
Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.
This is madness.
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Anyone else kinda sick of torture whump? The market's gotten INCREDIBLY oversaturated with it. Where's my good old fashioned hurt/comfort, car accidents, battle injuries, hospital scenes, sickness, etc?
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Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.
They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.
That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.
They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.
“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”
Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”
Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”
They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.
“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”
Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”
“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”
“Um... a little slower?”
Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“
They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”
Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.
They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.
Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.
“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”
The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.
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oh man oh man oh man can you continue the lonely/touch starved hero? i just, i’m just weak for hero/villain whump aaaaaaaa
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Hero allowed themself to be manhandled into the interrogation room, not resisting in the slightest as Villain's henchmen restrained them to the chair. Then, they all filed out, leaving Hero alone at Villain's mercy.
Villain slowly crossed the room, stopping in front of them. "Why don't you tell me about your operations?" they said in a gentle tone.
Cheeks still tear-streaked, Hero looked up at them, lips parting. "I- My team will get hurt." Not a question, not quite a statement either.
Villain tilted their head curiously. "Only if they don't cooperate." Enough of an answer to cause Hero to wearily hang their head down.
Villain stepped behind them, causing them to tense. They laid calloused hands on Hero's shoulders and began to rub, coaxing an unwanted groan out of Hero and forcing their trembling muscles to relax.
The sheer touch had Hero's nerves lighting up. It had been so long since they'd been touched, and even longer since it had been a kind one.
Villain leaned down to whisper into their ear. "Just tell me what I want to know, and I'll keep massaging."
Hero hated themself for it, but they caved and spilled everything.
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Simon couldn't believe what he saw when he walked through the door.
He knew he REAAAAAALLY shouldn't be surprised. But that didn't stop him from dropping his briefcase in shock. It didn't stop the papers inside from flying all over, either. It certainly didn't stop his roommate from feeding the scraggly creatures. And it ABSOLUTELY did not stop one of said creatures from scampering INTO his briefcase, stealing some of the papers, and claiming it as their own.
"Slider, what's all this?!" He asked exhaustedly. This wasn't a first for his best friend. On several previous incidents, she had also rode down the staircase in a kayak, painted a pot leaf on the window, and cried because snakes don't have arms.
"What does it look like? I'm feeding the trash cats!" Slider responded with a grin, before promptly handing one of the hissing marsupials to Simon.
The sorting algorithm let out a yelp of fear, lightly tossing the creature onto the couch. "But- but wh... why would you- what made you even think of this?!"
"Bored. I dunno." She shrugged as nonchalantly as someone being told that their obnoxious mother-in-law is moving out of the country.
Simon reached for his papers. The possum hissed at him like some sort of demented Pokémon, causing him to hold his hands up in surrender.
"...Well. I'll be heading to my room, I guess...?"
"See you later!"
Just another ordinary day. How fun.
“❝I’ve been using the Mac and cheese to train these possums to do my bidding, why do you ask?❞”
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#giruwutinas writing#giruwutinas characters#answered prompt#my characters#yeah theye computer programs#what about it#also: they arent a couple.#actually ig they are a couple. a couple of idiots#simon#slider
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He had no name.
His number was 0-4312. He was created to be perfect. A perfect weapon, a perfect spy, a perfect soldier...
And the horrendous pounding wouldn't stop.
He tried so desperately to focus on his mentor's voice. How did HE ever handle it? Being part of the ECS?
"0-4312, are you listening?!"
He could hardly hear what he was asking. The pounding in his head didn't stop.
He yelped in surprise and terror.
"Y-Yes, Ouroboros, sir!"
Ouroboros glared down at the terrified program, not a single emotion in his eyes. His stare could have frozen the warmest of hearts.
"You will refer to me as 'Sir' and 'Sir' only. Is that CLEAR?!"
"Yes sir...!" He whimpered.
His mentor continued on. He couldn't focus on him. He couldn't focus on ANYTHING, no matter how hard he struggled to try. The pounding... it wasn't even a headache. He couldn't describe it. It was almost a sickly... pulsating.
He dealt with it every day. He's had to cope with it since the day he was created.
He never properly figured out how to cope. He didn't know what purpose it served, or how it was beneficial in any way. Whenever he tried to ask anyone, any member who seemed intelligent... They never gave him an answer.
He shook his head, and strained your focus again.
He finally realized why the sensation was so distracting.
It was VOICES.
There was a pulse of something below his skin. It overwhelmed the feeling of his own heartbeat, seeming to come from somewhere deeper than any of his organs. It beat at his head so loud that he could barely hear the person in front of him.
#giruwutinas writing#answered prompt#my characters#giruwutinas characters#tw: yelling#tw: hearing voices#0-4312#Zero#Ouroboros
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...And then the TRUE villain sees exactly how powerful they really are and realizes that they could be useful.
Maybe they try to convince the comedic villain to join their side?
And when the goofball refuses, the true villain decides to take that power by force. Maybe they kidnap them. Maybe they brainwash them. Maybe they use the poor goofball as a living battery, leaving the poor comedic villain incredibly weak, sobbing and begging for help from their old nemiseses.
Maybe the heroes think comedic villain deserves it.
hmmmm. Comedic relief villain finally snapping, and everyone realizes just how hypercompetent, scary, and powerful they really are?
Bonus points if it's not the heroes they're suddenly attacking, but a greater villain because "they're MY enemies, NOT YOURS". Maybe deep down they actually care about the heroes, and that's why they never did any harm.
#giruwutina prompts#writing prompt#prompt#villains#heroes#whump#whump prompt#villain whump#heroes and villains#comedic villain#yikes :1#the comedic relief is marvin. I Am Talking About Marvin#jk im not THAT mean
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hmmmm. Comedic relief villain finally snapping, and everyone realizes just how hypercompetent, scary, and powerful they really are?
Bonus points if it's not the heroes they're suddenly attacking, but a greater villain because "they're MY enemies, NOT YOURS". Maybe deep down they actually care about the heroes, and that's why they never did any harm.
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trying to whump characters who are literally computer programs is. Incredibly difficult. Anything related to that is usually "ai without a body" stuff even though my whole set-up universe has a "cyberspace" type setting... I usually end up resorting to robot whump prompts, but does anyone else have ideas bc i am STRUGGLING
#oh and im new to the community. helo#whump#angst#i might make some prompts too idk#not just whump prompts but writing prompts in general
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