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wasiantrash · 5 months

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#this applies to all conditions but I specifically am writing a neurodivergent character in a magical world #writers on tumblr #writeblr #neurodivergent #actually adhd #actually autistic #tourette syndrome #tourettes #actually tourettic #fantasy #fantasy world building #world building #writing #adhd

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nartml · 2 months

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Don't you love it when they're so ruthlessly doomed by the narrative it's actually a bit impressive how you ever even had hope

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raineandsky · 6 months

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#73

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

tw: blood

The late shift was never particularly kind to the villain. It’s when villains are the most active—and so the heroes are more so too. The cover of night is meant to make crime easier, but the heroes are out in droves at this time and the cover of night turns out to, actually, not cover shit.

Their front door clanks shut behind them, a relieved sigh slipping from their lips. Their eyes trace down the hall—to their bedroom, hell yes—and catch their kitchen door swinging shut.

The evening’s tiredness is evaporated in a second. The villain’s hand is inside their coat on instinct, the feeling of the well-loved knife hilt in their hand a much-needed comfort as they start down the hall.

They push the door open slowly, wishing that they oiled its hinges last week. They peer inside from the safety of the hallway—there’s… nothing in there. It’s just as they left it this afternoon. Except, no, wait—

There’s a handprint on their windowsill. Shiny, still wet, and crimson red.

Invisibility is a habit by now. They glide through the kitchen quietly, their footsteps practised, their coat blending them into the gloom, to glance down at the blood staining the wood. They look outside, back in, across the kitchen. What the– this bitch has been in their fridge.

They open it, letting the light blind them momentarily. Well, there’s a lot of food they’re going to have to throw out now. Specks of blood taint most of this. They glance back, the yellowing light brightening the room and their face, and they hear a very muffled, presumably very unintentional, “shit”.

The fridge slams shut and sinks the room back into darkness. There’s a red trail trickled over the tile floor, leading straight to their pantry.

The villain adjusts their knife in their grasp, creeping towards the little cupboard. They pause outside, heaving a heavy sigh in preparation before tugging the door out and thrusting their blade into the darkness beyond.

“This is no place for a petty thief,” they say whilst their eyes adjust. It’s darker in there without the streetlamps outside invading. “I’m giving you a chance to get out before I cut you to shreds.”

Someone squeaks from inside. “P–Please don’t!” they cry, and the villain squints suspiciously. They can just see the figure of the person pressed into the back of their pantry.

They fumble for the light switch, showering the tiny room in dull light. Of all people the villain expected to rob them, well, they weren’t really expecting to see—

“[Hero]?” they demand incredulously, and the hero winces. They squeak again when the villain gets the mind to shove their knife against their throat. “How the hell do you know where I live?”

“I– I don’t!” the hero cries. “I didn’t know you lived here, I swear!”

The villain narrows their eyes disbelievingly. “So, what? You break into people’s houses now? Doesn’t sound very agency-friendly.”

The hero’s eyes nervously slip to the bloodstained fridge behind them. “I– I’m hiding.”

An admission of weakness. They’re hiding.

Sirens shriek outside. Blue and red dance merrily on the ceiling. “From what?”

“From [Superhero].”

From the superhero. The villain doesn’t doubt that they’re hiding. The hero looks terrified—though they do have a knife slowly drawing blood at their throat, they suppose. But from the superhero?

“Why?”

The hero swallows nervously. They won’t meet the villain’s eye. “I did something wrong,” they say quietly. “Really wrong. [Superhero]’s practically out for my blood now. I can’t be trusted.”

The sound that comes out of the hero is either a laugh or a sob. It’s hard to tell. “So you’re hiding from him,” the villain finishes.

The hero nods before they remember the blade resting on their skin. “Yeah.”

“And so you’re hiding… in my pantry.”

“... Yeah.”

“And you helped yourself to some of my fridge.”

The hero has the decency to flush in embarrassment. “I’ll replace it. I was desperate.”

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” the villain says lowly, “or throw you back into the street.”

Clearly the hero didn’t think this far. They lick their lips, their wide-eyed gaze finally meeting the suspicious squint of the villain’s. “I can– I could do something for you?”

“You dying would do me a great favour.”

The hero swallows again, and their stare turns nervously outward again. “I– I don’t know. I don’t have any of my weapons, I’m not dangerous.”

“You get in fist fights.”

“I usually lose those.”

The hero laughs, the sound taut with anxiety. The villain leans away from them slightly, letting their blade sit a little lighter on them. “I have an idea,” they say flatly.

“Yeah,” the hero says instantly.

“I need a maid.” The hero’s face falls slightly at the wording, and the villain grins ecstatically. “I have the clothes. You work on my whim, without snooping, and you can sleep on the sofa.”

“Isn’t there anything less humiliating I could do?” they ask quietly. God no, the villain thinks. The humiliation is part of the fun.

“I could let you stay in my basement,” they offer pointedly, and the hero grimaces, “if you’re so attached to the clothes you’re wearing.”

Sirens whoop outside. The villain glances at the blood trails on the floor. “I’m going to clean this up before your friends inevitably bust the door down,” they say. “We can talk business when I get rid of them. Stay in there. If I so much as hear from you, they can have you. Got it?”

The hero nods numbly. “Yeah.”

And with that, the villain flicks the light off and slams the door on them.

Cleaning is easy enough, though they’ll need to mop later—or the hero will. They turn over a few pieces of furniture, drag a few drawers open, and then they casually let themself out the front door with a giant, full backpack.

The police are exactly where they wanted them. They spot the villain halfway out of the garden.

“Thief!” one of them cries. “Stop in the name of the law!”

The villain turns on their heel and bolts for the back of the house.

This part is easy. Lose the police in the city, wait for them to clear out from their house, loop back home. They’ll never suspect that the villain lives there. God, they’d have some problems if they did.

The next part is the fun one. They have a hero to blackmail—and by god, are they going to use that to their advantage.

Next part

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #the villains housekeeper #tw blood #game jam is close to finishing lads!!#i have. not been this stressed since goddamn uni #i came in like hehe!! im a writer!!!#and im leaving panting exhausted covered in blood because ive been forced to code #i barely know how a program works. i thought a conditional was a type of love

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gay-jewish-bucky · 1 year

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If you're worried about your favourite shows/movies being cancelled/delayed/dropping in quality, instead of complaining about how it impacts you (which can be used by studios to paint striking workers as the bad guy) use your frustration and anger to stand with the WGA, learn why they're striking and what they're asking for, and direct any negative feelings you may have directly at studios who are the reason writers even need to strike.

#wga #wga strike #wga strong #don't be a scab #writers guild of america #writer's strike #pro union #people wanting better working conditions and projections is whats important #you can rewatch what's already out and read fanfic in the meantime #support writters

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izhunny · 10 months

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So after seeing this tweet from 4-ish hours ago I had a think. If I understand this correctly...

If this indicates they are indeed going on strike, word-of-mouth will become the only means of promotion for already completed works being released or awaiting a scheduled release caught in this struggle. No actors on red carpet at premieres, no promo junkets with fan service, or interviews about projects so many have worked so hard to create. Actors will be committed to no work of any kind(including promos) moving forward from the stoppage of a strike.

Word-of-mouth by the public will become make or break for the duration for these unlucky works in the interim.

Please, let us all pay attention and support these unions in seeking better working conditions and commensurate pay by following their lead. Whatever that lead is, including supporting works already produced.

#sag-aftra #union solidarity #wga strike #aim your displeasure at the companies trying to bust unions #not at those who simply want to create under fair conditions with reasonable pay for that work #it is neither the writers nor actors fault for this situation #i stand with the writers #i stand with the actors #the SAG-AFTRA national board has not voted yet but seem poised to do so in favor of a strike at time of posting #watch the union for updates and official releases not gossip columns

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greatgigintheskiess · 2 months

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cw: violence, blood, guns

"You'll pay for what you did to them", Caretaker spat full of rage, walking towards Whumper, who crouched on the ground.

Their usual calm and gentle voice was ice cold, eyes filled with fury where there once used to be warmth. Whumpee has never seen them like this, never would've imagined them to even act like that. That couldn't be the Caretaker they knew.

And Whumpee flinched when they kicked into Whumper's abdomen. They gnashed their teeth in pain, arching their back.

Just like they used to kick Whumpee whenever they were bad, didn't want to listen.

Another kick followed, this time against their jaw and Whumper's blood spurted, dropping on the floor, covering everything in dark red.

Blood. Just like theirs.

"Caretaker! Please, stop!", Whumpee cried out, as they couldn't stand this sight anymore.

Whumper panted in agony before Caretaker pulled out a weapon, pointing it at the helpless figure covering to their feet.

"You'll pay with your life. You fucking deserve it."

They drew a sharp breath through their clenched teeth, the desire for revenge glowing in their eyes.

Nothing could stop them now. And they had no pity for this asshole.

The one responsible for Whumpee's pain, for those years of hell. They will die in the same cellar, where Whumpee used to be tortured for so long.

Caretaker has sworn to kill them if their paths ever meet and here they were.

"Please, don't do this!", Whumpee repeated and watched the whole scene with horror.

No one should die just because of them, someone so worthless, insignificant, unlovable.

No one deserved to die through Caretaker's hand, not even Whumper.

And if Caretaker kills them, they won't be any better than Whumper, who tortured and killed others before.

Yet Caretaker ignored their pleas, as if all of their morals went to waste in that single moment and they put their finger on the trigger, ready to pull. That's when Whumpee jumped in front of Whumper.

"Whumpee! What the hell are you doing?! Go out of the way!", they growled, the weapon still pointed at Whumpee's teary face.

"Please, don't..."

"Whumpee. Move to the side."

They stayed like this, looking into Caretaker's scowled features and it seemed like they were another person, as if replaced and blinded by vengeance.

Why did Whumpee defend this monster?!

#caretaker turned whumper #conditioned whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #bad caretaker #protective whumpee #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #angst #whump scenario #writers on tumblr #whumblr

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suspensefulpen · 3 months

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White Collar Pt. 2

TW: Dehumanization, Collars, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee

okay I did not expect everyone to love the first part so much. I've never gotten so many notes on a post before. It makes me really happy to see people enjoy my works so I've decided to make a part two, just for you guys <3

Whumper grinned at the silence of the room. A pin could be heard dropping due to how quiet it was. They did this. And they were more than proud to let the world know.

They looked down at their pet, running their fingers through Whumpee’s hair. Their pet didn’t flinch away, complain or even blink. Just like they were trained.

“Isn’t it nice Whumpee? To have it so quiet in the house?” Whumper raised their pet’s head to scratch underneath their chin. They hummed as Whumpee closed their eyes, leaning into the touch.

“I bet I could walk you without your leash. Other pets could never compare.” Whumper praised. Whumpee whined when they took their hand away. They resorted to resting their chin on Whumper’s knee. “I think you deserve a treat, Whumpee.”

Whumpee raised their head again. The golden tag hanging from their white collar jingled as they moved. Whumper’s right hand landed on their curls as their left went up to tap their chin. “How long did it take…? A little over a month maybe?” Their right hand began ruffling Whumpee’s hair. “Either way, I think we did a pretty good job. Didn’t we Pet?”

Whumpee hummed, placing their chin back on Whumper’s knee. Whumper laughed. “Training went better than planned if I do say so myself. How about we get you all groomed and cleaned, then you can show off in front of the other pets, what do you say?” Whumper held out their left hand. Whumpee placed their own atop it, making their owner smile. “Good Pet.”

#creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr #whump #whump writing #pet whump #dehumanisation tw #captivity #conditioned whumpee

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stick2sherlock · 7 months

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Anyone who is writing comics with Damian Wayne in it should get a board with "Damian Wayne is a literal child who was physically and mentally abused for the first 10 years of his life (and was led to believe it was an honor he deserved)" written in big bold letters, glued on eye level just above their desk.

#damian wayne #reading damian comics #and rereading damian comics #and so many writers seem to just outright... hate damian #and treat him like an isuffereable adult instead of conditioned child soldier #dc batman

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feverflushed · 3 months

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As someone with pretty severe POTS, let me tell you: give POTS to your characters if you want to whump them real good.

It kills their stamina. Makes them perpetually fatigued, so they need to rest regularly. Fainting is frequent, and your whumpee must keep up with the hydration in order to keep the symptoms in check.

It would really be a pity if your whumpee got stuck somewhere with no access to water... or if they got a stomach bug that makes it impossible for them to drink...or if a high fever dehydrated them real good. Or if the weather is simply really hot, or if they're overexerting themselves.

Looks like there's a really close encounter with the floor in your poor whumpee's future!

#sicknario #tips for whump writers #chronic illness #fainting #fevers #dehydration #if you want to more know just ask i guess #exhaustion #this condition is hell to live with so i cope by torturing my faves

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greensaplinggrace · 10 months

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highly specific pet peeve of mine when it comes to sab is that none of the characters act with any kind of wariness when they should. like the grisha would not be celebrating in the king’s court with genuine displays of emotion (and obvious shows of rivalry that can be exploited) for all of the otkazat’sya nobles to see. aleksander shouldn’t be showing so much genuine emotion in front of the king or any otkazat’sya (noble or not, they’re all threats to him after all). everyone should be tenser when they’re in court or around authority figures, and the ways they disregard authority are bizarre. that would have you flogged in any monarchy during that time period.

it feels like the writers don’t really grasp the setting or what it means to the characters. these people are soldiers, and even worse, they’re soldiers that are apart of a persecuted class. they should not be so comfortable in areas or around people where they would be thinking about their every little move and how it could be taken advantage of if it was shown. vulnerability should not be tossed around so carelessly by people who should be startlingly aware of life’s atrocities.

honestly, genya is the only character that even acts remotely like she should, in that she is always tense and wary and holding herself like someone who knows they can be hurt at any moment. and even then she’s loose in the king’s court (the king) when she would be at the height of her wariness and paranoia.

#this follows the same vein as criticisms about the realism #in the way the military works in sab #and the ways mal and alina disregard authority as soldiers when there would be serious repercussions #like nobody raised in these conditions would act this way #genya safin #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #sab critical #i mean a bit #its kind of just a weirdly specific pet peeve lol #i don't actually mind it because lets be real most fantasy is anachronistic in this regard #there's so many characters in modern media that speak to their superiors like they don't fear any consequences when they absolutely should #but its so obvious that lb doesn't know how politics or the military works #(and also how the power allotment within it would actually work)#or any kind of government structure and the way people would operate in it #and doesn't give serious thought to how people in these situations would realistically be thinking #and the writers of the show clearly followed in those footsteps #but its like come on #its kind of obvious #you wrote a story centering around trauma there should maybe be a bit more of that shown #but i guess that's also the whole tell don't show problem sab has #myramblings

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snakebites-and-ink · 8 months

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CW: Pet whump, institutionalized slavery, implied past abuse, caretaker is in fact the new master, I’m new at this so if there was a warning I missed please lmk.

It was a normal day, at first. A calm day. Caretaker and Whumpee were in the kitchen. Whumpee was standing casually in the kitchen space and would simply move out of the way if Caretaker had to get to something past them. The pet had come a long way since Caretaker first bought them, when Whumpee would kneel in a corner trying to make themself as small as possible, and not do anything without permission except beg.

Now Whumpee would move around the house freely and take care of their basic needs without permission, and was more-or-less comfortable asking Caretaker for other things they needed or even wanted. Caretaker was proud of them.

Unfortunately, there were still things that could bring Whumpee’s fear out from wherever it still lurked within them.

Not having been paying close attention, Caretaker wasn’t quite sure what caused it: whether Whumpee got distracted, or Caretaker moved in a startling way somehow, or if the glass was just wet and slippery. Whichever it was, the glass of water Whumpee was holding unexpectedly slid from their grasp.

Two sets of eyes widened as the glass crashed to the floor, spraying glittering clear water and glass shards everywhere. Startling, but not a serious thing…to Caretaker.

By the look of things, it was serious to Whumpee. They looked afraid, almost panicked, at how they had messed up. Face pale, Whumpee paused in shock for a single moment before immediately moving to pick up the sharp shards.

“Stop!” Caretaker shouted. Whumpee froze. “Don’t use your bare hands. Use the broom and dustpan, then go over the area with a vacuum to get all the tiny bits that the broom might have missed.” As Caretaker spoke, they leaned over the broken glass with the broom held out so that Whumpee didn’t have to risk cutting their feet to go retrieve it.

Whumpee accepted the broom and started sweeping the shards. They still looked quite afraid, but the instructions seemed to have given them something to focus on and directed them away from blind panic to a more controlled fear. Whumpee was sweeping the glass away from—never towards—where they were standing, and not touching any of it directly.

Satisfied that Whumpee was out of danger and figuring that a second body at risk of getting cut would only complicate things, Caretaker said, “I’m going to the living room. Don’t cut yourself.” Whumpee nodded obediently and Caretaker carefully stepped out of the room.

Whumpee finished cleaning up their mess, trying in vain to ignore the dread that had settled in their stomach. After putting away the vacuum, they went to where their owner had sat down and knelt in front of them.

Caretaker looked up from what they were reading and frowned in concern, noticing how tense the pet was. “What’s up, hon?”

“I finished cleaning. I’m ready for my punishment, Master.”

Whumpee’s heart raced in fear as they wondered what their owner was going to do about this mishap. Caretaker had been lenient with them so far, but they hadn’t broken anything of Caretaker’s before and weren’t sure what the punishment would be. They couldn’t help but think of how their old master would have punished them for a slip-up like this.

“Wasn’t having to clean up the mess sufficient punishment?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee froze. They were trapped. If they said yes, it could be seen as them trying to escape punishment. If they said no, they could be seen as disagreeing with their master. Either one could only make their situation worse. After a few seconds of panicked hesitation, Whumpee gave the safest answer they could: “I wouldn’t know, Master.” Caretaker’s expectant look told them that that answer wasn’t enough, so Whumpee added, “but I’m used to harsher punishments.”

Caretaker’s face did the thing it usually did when Whumpee talked about the time with their previous owner; it softened with compassion for Whumpee, hardened with cold anger towards Whumper, and got kind of sad, all at the same time somehow. “Oh, Whumpee,” they said sympathetically, “you don’t need any punishments like that. Dishes are replaceable, and more importantly, I know it was an accident. If you were to willfully rebel, I would have to be harsh with you, but otherwise I see no reason for your consequences to be anything worse than fixing the problem your mistake caused.”

Whumpee could have sobbed with relief. Not only were they not going to be punished any further for this, but now also they knew such lenience would be a pattern they could rely on for the future. “Thank you, Master,” they said, tension draining out of them.

Caretaker put an arm around Whumpee’s shoulder and drew them closer, and Whumpee leaned into the owner who was so much kinder than anything they’d known before. “You’re welcome, hon, but you don’t need to thank me for something as basic as that. I’ll never treat you like your last owner did. You’re safe here, and I hope one day you’ll understand that as a truth rather than just as a statement,” Caretaker murmured into Whumpee’s ear.

I’m starting to, Whumpee thought.

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 1 month

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here's a horrifying thought (mild spoilers for "Infiltration"):

something something identity has been one of the focal points of Crosshair's character and he confirmed that wiping one's identity away completely is part of the Clone X program.

Hemlock tried to destroy who Crosshair was completely after the poor guy was having an internal crisis for two whole seasons. I am not ok right now.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the angst material that we are being fed here guys #i could write an essay on this #crosshair's two biggest focal points are loyalty and identity #he has been trying to figure out both for 2.5 seasons #and then they drop this ball on us #no i am not ok #this is gonna be a major plot thread in the next few weeks just watch #because I cannot fathom the writers just brushing off the “conditioning” Cross went through #whatever they did to him left marks #and his poster shows him looking at his helmet #he looks like he's contemplating who he is #what if Hemlock did wipe his number but not his mind #you know #i figured Hemlock would give us more reasons to hate them #this is one of them #royce hemlock

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evadneares · 10 months

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"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

Sylvia Plath, "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath"

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boo-cool-robot · 1 year

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To all my X-Men followers: If you love Magneto for being a sexy older man with Ideology and homoerotically divorced vibes, come on over to Friends at the Table, where they’re churning out this type of guy so fast the conveyer belts are smoking

#bonus: the fatt guys are textual queer and created by people who understand politicsn(unlike most x-writers)#austin placing a hot bisexual man of color created by the material conditions gently in your palm #a podcast about sadness and that's it period

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mindofserenity · 1 year

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When we strive for good, for the sake of Allah, and to be loved by the Creator of it, makes you realise the way love should be given and received; An experience that we, ourselves, cannot ever replicate, imagine and return. When Allah ‎ﷻ loves those that love Him and do good by Him, it is most cherishing.

وَٱبْتَغِ فِيمَآ ءَاتَىٰكَ ٱللَّهُ ٱلدَّارَ ٱلْـَٔاخِرَةَ ۖ وَلَا تَنسَ نَصِيبَكَ مِنَ ٱلدُّنْيَا ۖ وَأَحْسِن كَمَآ أَحْسَنَ ٱللَّهُ إِلَيْكَ ۖ وَلَا تَبْغِ ٱلْفَسَادَ فِى ٱلْأَرْضِ ۖ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ لَا يُحِبُّ ٱلْمُفْسِدِينَ

Rather, seek the ˹reward˺ of the Hereafter by means of what Allah has granted you, without forgetting your share of this world. And be good ˹to others˺ as Allah has been good to you. Do not seek to spread corruption in the land, for Allah certainly does not like the corruptors.”

— Qur’an 28:77

قُلْ إِن كُنتُمْ تُحِبُّونَ ٱللَّهَ فَٱتَّبِعُونِى يُحْبِبْكُمُ ٱللَّهُ وَيَغْفِرْ لَكُمْ ذُنُوبَكُمْ ۗ وَٱللَّهُ غَفُورٌۭ رَّحِيمٌۭ

Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “If you ˹sincerely˺ love Allah, then follow me; Allah will love you and forgive your sins. For Allah is All-Forgiving, Most Merciful.”

— Qur’an 3:31

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suspensefulpen · 3 months

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Birthday Gift

TW: Pet Whump, Collar and Leash, Conditioned Whumpee, Creepy/Obsessed Whumper, Bad Caretaker, Being Referred to as It

Whumper dragged Whumpee across the polished floors. Despite how much it hurt, he knew not to react. Whumper would stop the entire party just to reprimand him. But he also knew they wouldn’t do anything to make Caretaker upset. Whoever she was.

Despite how much he had to endure Whumper rambling about her, he didn’t actually know who she was. He only knew that Whumper was willing to do anything just for her attention and praise. They’d drop to their knees and give up everything just for her. Whumpee didn’t understand what made her so great. It was almost like Whumper saw her as a goddess to bow down to. No, there was no almost. Whumper did see her as a goddess to bow down to. And worship. Whumpee saw it first hand.

He always wondered what made them so attached to Caretaker. Why was she meant to be hailed as a goddess? What made her so special that a sociopath was willing to crumble just for her? It had to be something. Whumper never mentioned why they felt this way towards her but there had to be some reason. After all, they cleaned Whumpee up and gave them nice clothes just to drag them here.

They approached a woman in an elegant green dress, gold decorating her neck and wrists as she happily greeted the other guests. Whumpee assumed this was Caretaker. There was something about her that made the space around her brighten. She was smiling and full of energy. Maybe Whumper wanted to be around her because they were incapable of feeling that. Or maybe she filled a void inside them that Whumpee had no clue about.

The other guests quickly stepped away when they noticed Whumper. Whumpee guessed that was a sign that they didn’t limit their abuse and threats to one person. Caretaker’s attention was instantly brought to the two approaching her. Her smile widened as she brightened even more. By this point, Whumpee was blinded.

“Whumper! It’s so nice to see you! How are you?”

Whumper immediately switched the hand that held Whumpee’s arm. Wiping their now free hand on their suit jacket as if Whumpee had germs, they took Caretaker’s hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “How I’ve been doesn’t matter, dearest. What matters is if you’re enjoying your birthday ball.” Whumper even gave her a bow.

“Oh of course I am! I’m enjoying it even more now that I know you’ve arrived. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She said sadly.

“Deepest apologies Mistress,” They briefly lowered their head. “I’ve been busy preparing your gift.”

“For three months?” She raised a brow.

“Yes.” They nodded.

“I bet it’s wonderful.” Caretaker smiled softly. Whumpee didn’t understand how she could so easily ignore Whumper’s monotone. He assumed this was normal for them to speak with absolutely no emotion. He almost wanted to hide when her gaze landed on him. “Whumper, who’s this adorable person?”

Whumper glared daggers up into Whumpee before dropping it and tunring back to Caretaker. “It’s your gift, Ma’am.”

“My gift?”

“Yes. This is Whumpee. Your new pet. I trained it just for you, Miss.”

“For me? Whumper you’re so sweet! Thank you!”

Great. She’s insane too. Whumpee saw a small smile on her face before glancing at Whumper’s hidden one. Not as insane as them I bet.

“It’ll do whatever you ask it. I trained it with hand motions and verbal commands so you can switch between them if you ever need to.” Whumper explained.

“That was so very sweet of you.”

The hidden smile revealed itself, even in spite of the monotone. “Anything for you, Miss.” The expression wasn’t long to stay as Whumpee felt once again, daggers being glared into the side of his head for several moments before Whumper snapped out of it. “Would you like me to put on its collar and its leash for you, Miss?”

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