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Dang you been horny lately
Anon, anon..., anon.
In this house we are ALWAYS horny.
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Something about custom-made restraints. It's so premeditated, or been going on so long that they were crafted or commissioned.
Falconry hoods instead of blindfolds, perfectly stitched to curve around every angle of Whumpee's head, accounting for traits like ears, horns, fins. It leaves them so vulnerable, but it's so perfect for them that they can't get it off, no amount of whipping their head around sends it sailing, and no amount of scrabbling helps.
That is, if their limbs aren't bound. Custom shackles, whether it be metal, leather, or something else, designed with a chain the perfect length just to restrain them to the right degree. Wings shackled to a point just before becoming flight capable, but allowing stretching, feet left tied together just enough to allow comfortable walking, but trips them to run.
#but imagine#custom fit except whumpee was just kidnapped#how did whumper get all their measurements just right?#😳#whump#whump writing#whump community#whumper is a crazed couture bdsm gear designer 🤣
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been very into monsters recently.
like imagine some beastly creature kidnapping a lil human as a pet.
the human thinks they’re about to be eaten at all times, not understanding that the monster put them in a cage bc they’re basically a pet hamster to them.
of course the monster keeps accidentally hurting them bc they’re not used to such a fragile being. Why doesn’t their pet like roughhousing? or play biting? they’re only leaving a bruise, not drawing any blood!
Maybe their pet needs another friend to keep them company~
#human pet whump#is that a tag?#whump#whump prompt#? maybe??#monster whump#monster x human#accidental whumper#tw dehumanization#dehumanization whump
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“Hey! You still alive?”
*bashes back of head so hard their face slams into the table, crushing their nose*
“Well, looks like you’ve got enough life left in you to bleed.”
#so it’s been a while lmao#apparently college is hard??? and time consuming??#hopefully i’ll be back on my bullshit and posting more these days#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#interrogation whump#maybe?#whumpee#whumper#whump community#whump writing#my writing
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if u think im annoying now wait until i get over my fear of being perceived as annoying
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Witches - William Mortensen.
#lady whump#photography#nudity#ropes#torture#stress positions#witch#william mortensen#whump art#whump
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you may notice i use the phrase "my beloved" frequently. this is because i am in love with the world and everything in it. hope this clears things up <3
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CW: dehumanized whumpee, medical whump, gore maybe? (It’s not descriptive but some things are mentioned briefly), ‘it’ as a pronoun, blood.
“Hey, it’s crying again.”
“Again? Really? Is it doing that weird thing it does where it’s just kind of staring?”
The doctor nodded, glancing to the corner of the room where it was huddled. Their eyes were hollow. Tears streamed in thick tracks down the sides of their face, but it was completely silent.
It lied on their side, back against the wall, naked skin stained with blood and bruises- not an inch left untouched.
“I mean, considering we took it’s tongue last week, it’ll probably be a few more days before it’ll speak again.” The doctor explained.
“Isn’t that longer than usual? You predicted it’d only be a few days to grow back?” Nurse asked.
The figure against the wall took in a shuddering breath, pulling it’s hands closer to their chest. Blood was pooling slowly around them and they shivered.
The nurse finished packing up the fingers as they were instructed and wrote down their notes in their notebook.
“It’s just getting slower. We haven’t reached it’s limit yet, but it’ll be fine.” Doctor stated, as they moved to squat down in front of their subject.
The empty eyes stared across the room as the figure continued to cry, refusing to utter a sound. They flinched as a hand was grabbed and pulled away from their chest- but they did not look at the doctor.
“It’s already started the process and it’s only been what, an hour?”
Nurse checked their watch. “About forty-five minutes.”
The doctor finished inspecting the hand and wiped the blood off on their lab coat. “There we go, it’ll be just fine.”
Nurse couldn’t help but dart their eyes over to the shaking figure, the limp and bloody form that somehow was still breathing.
“Do you think-“ they took a breath, trying to compose their thoughts. “-Do you think the process would be sped up if they were- if it was in better condition?”
“Nurse, what are you implying?” Doctor took a calm step towards them, hands in their pockets casually as they leaned across from the other side of the table. The nurse avoided their gaze.
“Simply that we could, bandage the wounds- clean it up a little- that’s all. We don’t need to feed them or anything, but I fear letting it’s conditions get worse could- could tamper with the experiments.”
“Hmm.” The doctor began to nod, glancing as if they were studying their notes. “Are you suggesting that I’d let anything tamper with my experiments?”
“No I- it’s just, I think it’s a little cruel.”
Doctor let out a laugh, grabbing their clipboard and papers from the table.
“It’s whole existence is cruel darling.” They gave nurse a pat on the cheek, leaving a smear of blood behind. Standing in the doorway, Doctor turned back to look at the crying figure. “Play bath time if you wish. It won’t make a difference anyways.”
Nurse finally let out a breath once the doctor had left the room. They grabbed a rag and filled a bucket with water, along with collecting a couple rolls of bandages and gauze. Painkillers would be out of the question- they’d already learned any drugs were ineffective- but at least they wouldn’t be lying in their own blood.
As the nurse approached the figure, holding out the roll of bandages, the tears finally stopped. And for the first time in hours, there was a semblance of life behind those eyes.
#now that's what i call whump#lab whump#immortal whumpee#whump writing#medical whump#whump#loving the dehumanization lmao
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You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?
It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!
because so many stories about revenge or rage are about characters "seeing the futility of their actions" or learning "their desire for revenge has only made them the monsters they hated" FUCK THAT.
Inigo Montoya kills the man who kills his father, is allowed to live in the narrative after and be happy about it and it is so satisfying. it's fantastic. it's iconic.
let more characters rage against the world, bring it down with bloodied hands, and let them be FUCKING RIGHT about it. Let them celebrate their success with sharp grins, and let them live happy, full lives where they always remain proud/fulfilled for what they've done
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*to myself, through gritted teeth* the things you hate about your work are the things that make it yours. you cannot remove them. nothing you make can exist without them. a better writer is never going to write this book. the only one writing it is you.
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the most annoying people are the ones who just reply "no 💖" to recovery/self-improvement posts
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i hate you booktok i hate you overly organised bookshelves i hate you hard cover supremacists i hate you reading challenges i hate you colleen hoover i hate you people who can only seem to read ya or romance i hate you same style of cover in every modern book i hate you rupi kaur i hate you plain boring prose i hate you buying books just for the "aesthetic" i love you pretentiousness i love you being a snob
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stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it
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i love you girls who maim! i love you girls who bite heads off! i love you girls with giant axes! i love you girlies covered in blood and viscera! i love you girls who lose themselves to the rush of battle! i love you girls who are unhinged! i love you girls that lash out! i love you girls that look at their path of destruction and realize how alone theyve become!!!!!
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Every character i ever write will inevetably be neuro divergent coded because i can not for the life of me figure out how the fuck neuro typical people function.
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When all of my blorbos are my own ocs so I can’t consume content about them unless I make it
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Cw: past abuse, mentioned drugging, refusal to eat, past trauma, starvation
“Whumpee please, you have to eat,” Caretaker practically begged, nudging the bowl of soup closer to Whumpee’s stiff form. Their shoulders were hunched, eyes full of mistrust as they glanced between Caretaker’s face and the cold meal in front of them.
“‘I’m not hungry,” They mumbled quietly, drawing their knees up to their chest.
Caretaker groaned in frustration, every bit of self control they had surfacing so they didn’t grab Whumpee by the neck and force it down their throat.
“Honey, I know you’re not hungry, but its been days. If you dont eat, you’ll have to go to the doctor-”
“No!” Whumpee quickly cried, cutting them off as they scrambled out of their chair, backing away. “No doctor.”
“Then what the fuck is the problem?!” Caretaker finally yelled, slamming their fist down against the table, a bit of broth sloshing over the bowl’s rim. “I’ve tried everything! Do you have any idea how much food youve wasted?! Come on Whumpee, just fucking eat!”
Whumpee’s bottom lip began to quiver, their eyes brimming with tears. “I- ‘m sorry..” They whimpered, pressing back against the wall.
A long moment passed, a thick tension settling over the kitchen. Guilt quickly began to overtake Caretaker’s mind, a stiff weight settling into the pits of their chest as they watched Whumpee sniffle. Just as they were about to apologize, Whumpee took a shaky breath and began to speak.
“It.. it’s j’st… Whumper- they uh.. they used t’ put- put stuff in m.. m’h food..” Whumpee forced out, quickly wiping the tears from their eyes. “I- I know you.. y’ wouldn’t do that but- but I can’t help b’t-”
Caretaker froze, taken aback by the sudden confession. Their stomach flipped, bile beginning to creep up the back of their throat as they watched Whumpee break into quiet cries.
“Oh honey..”
#whump#whumpee#whump scenarios#starved whumpee#tw food#whump writing#implied drugging#caretaker x whumpee#caretaker prompt#angry caretaker
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