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content: hypnosis, restraints, kidnapping
Left. Right. Left. Right. The pendant swung from one side to the other, and Whumpee couldn't take their eyes off it.
"Isn't it so nice?" Whumper cooed, and Whumpee couldn't even muster the strength to nod.
Left. Right. Left. Right. It was so easy to lose themself to it. So pleasant. So comfortable.
Suddenly, they snapped out of it, and for a moment they could see the leather straps binding them to the chair, and the wicked smile of their abductor. They almost screamed for help, but...
Left. Right. Left. Right. The pendant drew them back in, and they sagged against their restraints once more.
"There you go," Whumper murmured. "Just give yourself up entirely."
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Strong/powerful whumpees being held as trophies. They are showcased in front of anyone the Whumper wants to in-still fear in.
Whumper doesn’t ask Whumpee to do anything. Just stay silent. Stay still.
Maybe Whumpee is chained up, kept in a glass box?
Maybe Whumpee is muzzled?
Whumpee is kept weak so they can’t fight back. Drugged? Starved? Your choice.
Whumper wants them displayed to show their dominance. The ability to contain someone so powerful like it’s nothing.
Do with that what you will, besties x
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Fitz, have you ever had a coca cola soda?
"Ah, yes, I love a refreshing soda. Shame that it's so rare to find a soda shop open late enough. Sodas used to taste so much better, too..."
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Are you aware of the romantic period in music? I really think that vampires being behind, especially Alexander makes it so much better really. 1820-1900 generally speaking is the movements considered time. Fits him so very much I feel. Very emotionally focused.
Yes, I fully agree! It fits him well.
Full disclosure that I don't know nearly enough about this period of music to write the story I've chosen to write... every time music stuff comes up I have to dive into Wikipedia. What kind of music was popular then, what kind of instruments existed... and then having to do it for each character's native time period...
Any discrepancies or differences from real music history are caused by the cultural influence of vampires, no doubt :D
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I have a suspicion Jameson owns jewelry stores. You likened him to an accountant. You mentioned he enjoys giving lavish gifts.
Jewelry is lavish. He doesn't really care about fashion from what I can tell. (He quickly does his hair in a timeless style.) Jewlery was the next reasonable thing in my mind.
I kinda think he owns one of a few that are moderately successful ofc. So = rich. = access to lavish gifts anyways though.
So, while it is lavish, anyone detailed or in the business of something dealing with that stuff maybe like Ruth(lawyer?) would know it's a convenience thing.
Makes him look good with little effort on his part. I think that fits his character since you mention artificially sweet. And seeing them as his property. Upkeep the property but find the best deal per say. Which would be some jewelry from his store(s).
I imagine he is hard hitting on the books, and the manager over the employees or even the fake owner accuses someone of stealing jewelry so the employees get a pay cut and some of the funds it would be needed to replace said jewelry are taken from the employees. the rest he has investors for. #underhandeddealthings
he tells them he needs x amount, but that x amount is contributing to finishing up the funds needed to right the books. 😄
I do like the idea of a vampire jewelry shop.
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I headcanon Jameson owns a jewelry shop or 5...Yeah, this is from when you said he'd send lavish gifts to his lovers, if he had any. 😄
I scrolled all the way through the Jameson tag for my information. Because I needed it. So, now I am dropping off a headcanon. Because that just sounds like something accountant like. You likened him an older accountant. To me, he is a chain smoker with a nasty ass attitude and who keeps the books straight and runs the employees beyond ragged. But also, while being sexy as fuck too cuz duhh he's in his forties, that's when all of them old men look the best.. (Stares at the celebrity crushes I have.)
I do love the idea of a vampire jewelry shop. I had an idea for an ASMR jewelry shop snip at some point... Not sure Jameson would really be the right person for it, but it's a fair headcanon.
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Why is everyone suddenly simping for Jessica?
Whenever I get a bunch of asks like that close together I assume it could all be the same person.
A person who supports women's wrongs, as they should.
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If I were a vampire I would spend my time reading books constantly, since I have so much time.
Me too. Well, that and playing video games and watching anime.
Nerd weeb vampire, that'd be me, living the dream
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
#I always enjoy seeing your writing on my dash#or your asks in my box#your writing is fire#and you have great ideas
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Why would you drop a baby at the Maestro's manor
I drop an infant orphan on the door step of the Maestro and Riana is the one to open the door and find the baby.
How does she react?
she takes it inside and waits for the maestro to wake up and tell her what to do with it
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A&F Platontic Omegaverse AU
This idea manifested after a rather late night for me, and refused to leave until I wrote it. I’d be open to writing more, so if you enjoyed it, please do share.
Content: A/B/O dynamics, non-graphic medical neglect, recent past violence, medical whump, made up omegaverse medical BS that I took way to seriously, minor injuries, medic caretaker(s), and graphic depictions of anaphylaxis and allergic reactions
Eric turned out of the Wendy’s parking lot, grabbing several fries and shoveling them into his mouth. Next to him, Joseph was slurping on a chocolate frosty. He flicked on the turn signal, pulling into the left lane, when a call came in.
“It’s for us. 5067 Prince Street, apartment 134. Female omega in unpartnered heat. Neighbor called it in, said she smells sick and scared,” Joseph read from the screen.
Eric turned in the direction of the call, flipping on the lights and sirens. The sea of other vehicles parted as he accelerated down the street, speeding towards the newer apartment blocks that rose several blocks over.
“Can you get a blocker ready for me?” He asked, taking another left onto Prince Street.
Joseph hummed, peeling the back o of his and pressing it onto the back of his neck over his scent glands. “Sure.”
The Prince street apartments were a newer development, meant to house the ever growing population of college students who needed a place to live. Since it was early afternoon, there was plenty of space. They grabbed the stretcher, bags piled on top of it, and headed towards the building.
It was easy to tell that the apartment number they’d been given was the right one. They could smell it from several meters away in the hallway, thick and pungent, rancid enough to make you gag if you weren’t used to it.
Hand in a fist, Joseph knocked on the door. “OEMS! We got a call for an omega in heat?”
There was a beat of silence, and the scent grew more potent. Joseph’s stomach twisted. Still no response. Behind him, Eric held up the key that had been hidden under the mat. He waited for another beat. “We’re going to come in.”
The smell was nearly overpowering as they cracked the door open. Between the apartment’s size and its sparse furnishing, it did not take long for them to locate their patient.
She was in the bathroom, half dressed and curled up on the threadbare bath mat. One eye was puy and swollen, well on its way to becoming a black eye, while the other was brimming with tears. Her mouth was hanging open, hands shaking. When she saw both of them enter the room, she inched back, a scared yelp falling out of her lips.
Joseph knelt down in front of her. “I’m Joseph, and that’s my partner Eric. What’s your name?”
“Alex.” She cringed over in pain as a cramp rolled through her.
“How are you feeling right now, Alex?” Her breaths were fast and shallow.
“Cramps are really bad, feel hot, and I’m really tired. It’s like a heat but worse.” The tears had started to dry, but she was still obviously shaken.
“I…I have a care worker but he…he…he left,” she sobbed.” He left me. He was here to give me my dose of suppressants and I was in heat so he couldn’t because I guess they stopped working for some reason…” She trailed off, trying to hold off tears.
“You’re okay, breathe for me,” he comforted. Her pulse was rabbit quick, and her skin was sweaty and warm. Behind him, Eric cracked open an oxygen tank.
“He said he didn’t want to deal with it-” She prodded at her bruised eye. “I threatened to report it and he hit me. I don’t know what to do.” Another cramp cut her off.
“We’re going to take care of you, alright?” He smiled at her, concealing the flash of anger that flared inside of them. “Do you know which suppressants you take?”
Eric looped that mask around her head. “Metip…Mecip…I don’t know how to pronounce it?”
“Mecipromide?” That was one of the more potent suppressants, and older too. It had mostly been replaced by now.
She nodded. “I don’t know how much. He alway did it.”
“Alright. Breakthrough heats aren’t rare with that. Do you take any other medications?”
She shook her head, whimpering in pain again.
“I’m going to feel your glands now, tell me if it hurts.” He reached back around to her neck, fingers pressing into the warm and swollen glands.
“Ow.” She flinched away again.
“Now for your armpits, sorry if it tickles.” They were enlarged as well.
“Czerniaks and axillaries are inflamed,” he reported to Eric before turning his attention back to Alex. “When was your last heat?”
“Three, maybe four years ago? I was eighteen or nineteen.” Her voice was shaky, fear still rolling off her.
“Aright.” That was a pretty long time to be on Mecipromide for. “Is it just your eye that’s hurt, or did you get hit in other places?”
“Just my eye.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?” He put up two fingers.
“Two.”
“Good.” He shifted back. “Is your vision blurry? Any dark spots?” She shook her head. “Do you remember getting hit?”
A quiet “yeah.”
“Good. Any dizziness, nausea, or head ache?” Her breathing had slowed, and she seemed to be calming.
“We’re gonna get you on the stretcher and to the hospital now, alright?”
She nodded, leaning closer towards him. “Thank you.” Slowly, she pushed up to standing, using the counter to steady herself. The stretcher was outside the door, only a few steps, but she faltered, stumbling forward.
Joseph immediately reached an arm out, catching her before she could hit the ground. She yelped, and her eyes went wide as her body ung itself around him and latched on tight. Her legs became Jello, and he was the only thing holding her up.
It was textbook erstratory comfort seeking behavior. He’d seen it plenty of times, at least once or twice a week, while working for OEMS, but Alex seemed more surprised by it. She immediately tried to pull away, but her body didn’t let her.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her head pushing into the crook of his neck.
The scent blockers prevented her from smelling what she was looking for, as did the fact that he was a beta. “It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Her scent had changed, less bitter, more relaxed, but still worried. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.” Another cramp tore through her, and he had to support even more of her weight.
“You’re alright. I’ll help you over to the stretcher and we’ll see if you can let go then.” He kept his arms wrapped around her, mainly to keep her upright, but also because the touch was obviously soothing for her.
She groaned, nuzzling in closer as he helped her out of the bathroom. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re okay. It’s normal.” He slowly let her down on the edge of the stretcher. “Do you think you can let go now?”
There was a tearful “no,” as she pressed into him.
“Alright.” He was quiet for a second. “I’m going to scoot you all the back to the crease, and then Eric’s gonna help you let go.”
“Thanks.” Unconsciously, she squeezed him tighter.
Joseph kept her supported as he moved her up the stretcher, one hand supporting her head and the other holding her back. She muttered something quietly into the crook of his neck. “What was that, Alex?”
“I don’t wanna let go.” Her voice was a little louder this time. “ ‘m sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Gently, he let her head down. “There's a cuddle pillow for you in the ambulance. We just gotta get you there, alright?”
“Oh…okay.” She nodded a little.
“Eric’s gonna help you let go, alright?”
Behind him, Eric started to carefully uncouple her hands, peeling her fingers off her wrists. He set them down on the stretcher, and she whimpered trying to push closer. Joseph pulled away, finally breaking contact.
Alex shrunk in on herself, another cramp ripping through her. “It ‘urts.”
“We’ll get you to the hospital, just a little longer,” he said. She reached out, wrapping a hand around the bare skin just above where his glove ended. It was clear her touch needs weren’t being met. Hopefully, the hospital would be able to set her up with a better care worker.
They put the stretcher up and pushed her to the ambulance. The scent had repelled most people, and Joseph was glad they didn’t have an audience. He locked the stretcher in place, taking a seat on her left side.
“I’m gonna get a line in while Eric gets your vitals, then we’ll get you that pillow,” he said. Her hand was still locked around his wrist, and he gently removed it so he could use her hand.
Eric clipped the pulse ox to her nger and wrapped the cu around her upper arm while Joseph slid a 22 into her hand. She laid there, tensing up as another cramp pumpled her. “Are you allergic to anything?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Not that I know off.”
Eric rattled off her vitals, along with her weight and height, before turning around to dig out the pillow. She was warm, too warm, even for an omega in heat. Her breathing was still fast, along with her heart rate. Between that, the cramps, and the touch hunger, it seemed to be a pretty severe breakthrough estrus.
“Alex, I’m gonna give you some meds to help with your heat, alright?” He unzipped his medication bag as he spoke. “We’ll get on the road after this.”
She nodded, but was more distracted by the cuddle pillow Eric was laying beside her. Immediately, her arms and legs were wrapped around it, and exhaled as she nuzzled her face into it.
“I’m gonna get us up and moving,” Eric said as he peeled his gloves off and dropped them into the bin.
Joseph nodded, and the door closed behind him with a thunk. He quickly drew up the meds, a small dose of a mild suppressant and a synthetic hormone that would help relieve the cramps. “I’m gonna need your hand.”
She groaned, but pulled it off the pillow for him anyway. “Thank you.” He ushed the line and pushed the drugs.
Eric pulled them out of the parking lot, accelerating as he hit the main road. Alex wrapped her hand back around the pillow, curling up tighter. The pillow was helping. Her breathing and pulse had slowed, and her scent was much more relaxed. She still smelled sick, but signicantly less distressed. He made his report to the hospital, listing off the info they would need to know.
A couple minutes later, she started to scratch at her hand, picking at the Tegaderm. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but try to leave it alone. We’re only about five minutes away.”
She stopped messing with it, instead moving up higher and dragging her fingernails up and down her arm. “It itches.”
A pit opened up in his gut. This was going to be a thing now, wasn’t it? Just great. “Can I see?”
He took her arm in her hands, turning it over as he examined it. It was covered in hives. “Alex, you said you weren’t allergic to anything. Did your parents have any allergies?”
“I…uh…I don’t know. They both died when I was pretty young.” The fear had returned to her scent in full force, stinking up the back of the ambulance in the same way only it could.
“Okay. You having any diculty breathing?” Her tongue or face weren’t swollen, but he could hear each inhale and exhale.
She pulled the pillow closer. “A little.”
“I think you’re having a reaction to the meds I gave you,” he said as he drew up a syringe of epinephrine as he watched her. “I’m going to give you something to counteract it.”
Alex didn’t fight it as he took her hand in his so he could push the epi. She started to smell more frantic, her breathing speeding up. After updating the hospital and a brief chat with Eric, the sirens started to wail.
“It feels like there's something in my throat.” She said, eyes flickering around frantically. Her voice was pitched up, stress.
As he spoke, he set up his fluids. “It might take the epi a little bit to kick in. I’ve got you.”
Her expression grew more frantic, and her scent went sour, intensifying to an overpowering level. “It’s hard…It’s hard to breathe.”
“I know, I know.” He went ahead and started prepping an infusion, and upped the amount of oxygen she was receiving. “We’re nearly to the hospital. Is it getting any better?”
The epi should’ve started properly working by now, and they were only a few minutes away from the hospital. He didn’t want to stop and tube her now if he didn’t absolutely have to.
“It’s not getting worse.” She stammered, mouth hanging wide open.
“That’s good. You’re doing great.” The mass of hospital buildings was visible out of the back window. They were inches away from the ER.
She squeezed the pillow tighter, making a distressed keen. Her stats weren’t dropping and her blood pressure was holding steady. It looked like they would make it through the doors with her consciousness.
Eric turned into the parking lot and drove them up the entrance, and they wasted no time getting her into the hospital. He gave report as they transferred her from stretcher to bed, then quickly got out of the way after they weren’t needed anymore.
He’d ignored the odd pull on his heart as they left the building, chalking it up to the absolutely stink-fest the back of his rig was.
It was only ten hours later when his phone rang.
Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch
@rainbowsandwhumperflies @snaillamp
#ooh what an interesting take on omegaverse tropes#lots of whumperflies#like all the medical detail here
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"more obedient now" for a five sentence fic starter
"More obedient, now," Whumper whispered in Whumpee's ear, never dropping the polite smile. "We don't want our dear guests suspecting anything, do we?"
"We don't," Whumpee said dutifully, knowing well that any mistake they made would translate into harsh punishment for their friend back home.
"Good. Then chin up, chest out, and let's show these idiots how well-behaved my pet can be."
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whumpee waking up in a hospital bed, disoriented. at first they think whumper has just moved them somewhere, chained them up in a new room, pumping new drugs into their system. but as they slowly awaken, and nurses come into the room to check on them, they finally realize where they are.
are they relieved to be free? to have painkillers softening the aches of the torture whumper inflicted on them?
or does it feel uncomfortable after they spent so long hidden away, locked up by whumper? do they almost miss the familiar sting of infected, unbandaged wounds?
do they feel like they don't deserve to be free?
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What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
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