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Writers when they realize they really have to write

Hey, stop scrolling and start writing. The book ain't gonna write itself.

Don't let anyone tell you not to follow your dreams

ever since i was a child ive known that i wanted to, someday, be the mutilated corpse on a nature trail that ruins a hikers week

Whumpy things I thought of this month.

•Whumpee's arm being bent behind their back while their pinned/held down

•Whumper putting their boot on whumpee's chest to stop them from getting up

•Whumpee delirious from sickness or pain

•Whumpee being touch starved but afraid of touch

•Whumpee being branded with Whumper's family crest or organization's symbol or initials.

•Bad Caretaker lashing out at Whumpee while Whumpee is on pain medication unable to defend themselves.

•Whumpee who had their tongue cut out for screaming too much

My emotional support whump fantasy

Less Than

Warnings: dehumanization, degradation

"You are completely useless," the Handler chided as the weapon prostrated themself at the Handler's feet. "Boss gave you one job and you can't even do that right. One simple job. You are a useless waste of space."

"Yes, Handler. Of course, Handler. A waste of space," the weapon repeated. They tried to make themself as small as possible. Tried to make the Handler see how sorry they were for failing. Tried to do anything to avoid punishment.

"As far as weapons go, you are the least useful. Weapons are lesser beings of course, but you," the Handler sneered, "you are the worst of them all. I have half a mind to throw you away."

"Please," the weapon begged, "don't throw me away. I will be better. I can be better. I promise. Please, Handler."

"Then prove yourself worthy," the Handler said coldly. "Finish what Boss ordered you to do and I won't throw you in the trash. You aren't a soldier. You aren't a human. You are a weapon. And you better make yourself useful. Useless weapons are to be discarded for better ones."

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Fanfiction writers be like:

"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)

Restraints in whump

Strapped to a metal table, staring into the luminescent lights on the ceiling.

Handcuffed to a hospital bed to prevent an escape attempt.

A leather muzzle strapped to the face on account of the subject’s “aggression”.

Ropes binding wrists and ankles to a chair, carving into skin.

A metal collar connected to a chain which can be used to pull the captive around.

Strong arms wrapped around someone until they stop fighting.

Chains around ankles or wrists, being pulled along by captors as they march a prisoner through the streets.

Confined to a straight jacket in a padded cell after lashing out against staff members.

A single chain connected from the ankle to a wall, limiting movement and serving as a constant reminder that there’s no escape.

Parental whumper who has underlings. People who hold Whumpee down, tie them up, even punish them for Whumper. People who coldly help a parent torture their own child, because it's their job. Maybe at least some of them know it isn't right and feel guilty about what they're doing, but not enough to stop it.

Stoic Whumpee who grips Caretaker’s (or Whumper’s) clothing in white-knuckled fists and teary eyes when they are physically unstable and can’t stand on their own

That’s all folks!

Fuck yes baby, keep sending me hate messages, I’m close

i really like the trope of an extremely traumatized whumpee sharing a bed with caretaker, who just happens to be their partner.

they don’t do anything, it’s not like that.

it’s the way that caretaker holds whumpee, giving them warmth and a sense of security, helping them fall asleep, and comforting them after nightmares.

now whumpee can relax despite everything they went through; they trust caretaker so much, and caretaker loves them so much, even with all their trauma.

whumpee can only sleep when caretaker is near them, they’ve become their entire sense of security.

it’s just so sad- but so perfect 😭

love that trope, y’all ✨

LULLABY 3/3

Again, mention/implication of SA. Nothing graphic, as usual. Last episode! Hope you like it.

The day he was brought in, he made the whole block go silent for a minute. A murderer– that was what he was in for. Which he quietly but sternly denied every time someone questioned him. It was hard to believe him though, as he looked built to kill. Six feet tall, at least, a mountain of muscle, and a look that silenced even the worst convicts. He never needed to use his fists to gain respect from all. And fear.

For Lull, it was the latter. A dull, resigned fear. It was just another shoe in his ribs, another hand fisting his hair, another voice laughing at him.

His name was Garrett. Not that it mattered. But the name stuck with the dreamwalker, after one particular day.

Lull was limping back from to the cellblock, his hair damp from the shower. Cold water, as always, since he had found that inmates would leave him alone if he was late enough. The water left was freezing, but the situation was still much better than the alternative. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, desperately staggering forward. He had to reach his bunk before the lockdown bell, or else the guards would kill him. Not literally, that would be too merciful. But he could feel his muscles turning to cotton, his head pounding with the overwhelming need to sleep. Before he knew it, he was falling.

Hands grabbed his shoulders, his head hitting a soft surface instead of the floor. Lull flinched away, his movements sluggish, but someone held him back. He froze, meeting the other man's eyes, and immediately abandoned the fight. It was that new inmate, Garrett, towering three feet over him.

Lull sagged in his grip, going limp in anticipation. He knew how to be away, when it would happen. Hurt less this way.

But this time, the man held him up instead of letting him crumple. The former villain risked an eye contact, and met a frowning face. Bad. Bad. It was always worse when they were in a bad mood.

"Hey. You can't stand or what ?"

Lull's face did something complicated, before settling on confusion. What ? His knees were weak, but he managed to stay on his feet. Garrett's hands were still tight on his arms.

"Are you gonna collapse again? Coz the late shift guards are gonna kill you if you don't make it to the block."

As if he didn't already knew that. Still trying to catch his breath, and to keep his eyes from closing, he reluctantly accepted Garrett's help, leaning on his shoulder for balance. The corridor seemed to be moving, even though he was the one swaying unsteadily on his feet. It was only after a few steps, when the bigger man's hands stayed where they were supposed to be, that Lull started to relax. For some reason, it seemed that the other inmate was genuinely helping. However, the dreamwalker knew better than to hope. Eventually, everything always had a price.

With Garrett's help, he stumbled and collapsed on his bunk bed. The other man didn't comment, taking a few steps away, toward his own cell. Through the bars, Lull could see a group of familiar faces, hovering nearby. Their gazes were aimed right at him, their smiles sharp. Full of unwanted promises. But he was already slipping, unable to resist the tug of sleep. Once again, he would be helpless. Once again, he would wake up covered in bruises. Humiliated, broken.

The mattress bent under someone else's weight. Garrett, still there. He had noticed the other inmates too.

"Hope you don't mind, I think I'll sit here for a little while. The mattress is comfortable."

It took a few seconds for the words to register in Lull's sleep deprived brain. But when it did, his eyes widened slightly in surprise –and wariness. But in his state, there wasn't much he could do but pray, and he quickly fell into oblivion.

It was his first peaceful night in months.

When he woke up, he was alone. As usual, he checked himself up, his surprise growing. No new bruises, no sore points or body aches. Garrett had... Had actually protected him. But why ?

Throughout the day, Lull noticed that Garrett was watching him. Not the creepy kind, when someone would follow him until he couldn't stay awake anymore. Just... Watching. The others must've noticed as well, since no one made a move to approach him. That man was not someone you'd want to cross.

Lull fell asleep during unlock time, in the courtyard. One second he was awake, swaying on his feet, and the second, he was collapsing to the concrete floor. Before anyone could take advantage of it, Garrett sat down on the bench nearby. The others took the hint. Although a lot of them glared at him, muttering curses. Hovering. Waiting. They wouldn't let go of their favourite toy so easily.

It happened during work detail; Lull was sorting clothes for laundry, and Garrett was working in the workshop. Too far. Three men pushed him in a corner. They didn't bother with gentleness. When they finally left, Lull was barely conscious, his breathing hoarse and painful from the new bruises etched on his chest. He was surprised to find that's he was crying. He couldn't feel anything, numb to the world, but tears ran down his face nonetheless. His body remembered what his mind refused to.

The guards found him like this, and didn't bother with questions. They hauled him up, his legs too weak to hold him. And when they dropped him on the floor of his cell, Garrett was there. Waiting. His arms were crossed and his expression blank, but Lull could see the anger in his eyes. As soon as they were alone, he approached, and let out a sigh.

"How did you survive that long in here ?"

Lull eyed him warily, pushing himself up on shaky hands. His vision was going in and out, as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Why did you help me? What do you want from me ?"

"Nothing."

The former villain didn't believe him. But it didn't mattered. What did were the hands pulling him up with surprising gentleness, and taking him to the bunk bed. It was the last thing he felt before passing out cold.

Things changed quietly. None of them was very talkative, and it was often in silence that Lull would fall asleep without fear. Garrett didn't need any warning to catch him before the fall. At night, they'd huddle together. Then, they could speak. Just a few words, whispered.

"I'm innocent. Never killed that guy."

Lull had sleepily hummed, and nodded.

"I know."

It was all they needed. And if the former villain sometimes flinched away from his touch, Garrett never commented on it.

They knew their relationship was fragile, and could shatter at any moment. But for the moment, they were together. And that was the closest thing to happiness Lull had ever experienced. He would never dream again, but maybe he could live.

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More actual things that happen in the 1897 Dracula novel without context, as people kept pointing out things I'd missed:

The entire plot happens because Dracula is a teaboo

A character proposes marriage with a scalpel in hand and keeps playing with it throughout the conversation

Dracula roasts a chicken

A vampire bat (not a vampire) somehow drinks enough of a horse's blood to cause the horse to collapse

Dracula gets smacked in the face with a shovel

After attributing nightmares to paprika consumption, a character eats more paprika for breakfast

The heroes hire a locksmith to make their home invasion look more respectable

To prepare for raiding a vampire's lair, one character brings three small dogs

A character laments being unable to wed multiple people at once

A therapist starts speculating about elephants' souls mid-session

An official cause of death is written as "misadventure in falling from bed"

Dracula has a Krampus-esque sack that he shoves children into

A character realizes that his host has no reflection but is more concerned with shaving than investigating that

A reporter brags about his running speed mid-article

Dracula, while trying to maintain a low profile, goes by the incredibly subtle alias "de Ville"

A character is misled by phonetic spelling

A character receives three marriage proposals in one day

The SPCA tries to adopt Dracula

A doctor refers to a patient as his "pet lunatic"

We are told vampires can be defeated by putting branches on their coffins

A character gets slashed at with a knife and loot splatters on the floor, like a video game NPC

Dracula is a horsegirl

A character brings anti-vampire flowers but doesn't tell anyone the purpose of said anti-vampire flowers, which leads to another character moving them and enabling a vampire attack

A character's hair turns from dark to white literally overnight

Twice in the novel, Dracula says "Bah!" The second time is his final line of dialogue

There's a deleted scene of Dracula lying on top of the protagonist and licking him for hours

I love over-protective caretakers in social settings:

Placing themselves in front of whumpee to block a stranger’s approach.

Assigning a trusted person to act as whumpee's bodyguard while caretaker is away.

Taking responsibility for tracking and administering medication because they're worry whumpee might miss a dose.

Pulling whumpee out of conversations that seem to ask too many personal questions.

living weapon whumpee who was trained to not show signs of being in pain but punishments won't stop unless whumper(s) believe they've been properly punished. which goes until whumpee cracks, at which point they are additionally punished for showing pain.

A vampire basically having to be an amazing Caretaker to their blood source because human blood tastes so much better (and maybe more nutritious just for fun) if the human is well fed, happy, calm, ect. Maybe the human wants to stay with the vampire, because honestly this is so much better than their life used to be. They don't have to stress about anything, the food's the best they've ever eaten and they barely ever have to feel scared or sad anymore.

Bonus: The human had a condition that made it much more difficult for them to live life before, whether mental or physical.

five dialogue prompts for characters who have a hard time resting :)

"Don't sit up. You'll rip your stitches."

"You need to calm down. Your heart rate is spiking."

"Stop trying to get up. I don't want you fainting again."

"Lie back down, please. Your fever is too high for you to be moving around."

"I know we have to keep moving, but if we don't treat that wound now, it'll slow us down even more."

Your whump word(s) of the day

"We need to talk."

Take a piece or dialogue (or write one) and add details between each character's responses that describe their reactions to what was just said, what they do physically, and/or what memories the conversation is triggering for them. How much can you add before it starts to annoy you as a reader?

what real suffering looks like

I love a well informed whumper. I love watching that scene where we get to see the whumper's analysis of the good team and how they decide which members pose the biggest threats. I love seeing the whumper doing their homework, building a file on each of them, picking them and their skill sets and weaknesses apart to know who to target

Write a scene in which a character realizes they were wrong about something. Concentrate on what they are feeling. Here are a few examples:

--thought they were in danger but realizes they are safe

--thought they were safe but realizes they are in danger

--dreaded something that turned out to be fun

--looked forward to something that turned out to be awful

You get the idea. Bonus points if you do the exercise and its opposite.

“is this character good or bad” “is this ship unproblematic or not” “is this arc deserving of redemption or not” girl…

Some general info:

✔️ Love everything to do with jujutsu kaisen, mahito is my favorite and Nanami can step on me any day

✔️ other top j-faves are Tokyo Ghoul Tokyo Revengers High and Low franchise Death Note

✔️ I consume a lot of asian media. A LOT

✔️ whump faves: I don't get easily triggered so I love it the grosser the darker the NSFW and visceral it is. But I do read and watch fluff too. Tropes: enemies to lovers, mad scientists and labs, fantasy including vampires, dystopian, angst, heavy angst, give it to me !

✔️ other media I enjoy: Star Wars, Marvel/DC

MAY THE WHUMP BE WITH YOU 😈😌

not when I was reading this mlm enemies to lovers fic where these two idiots are finally about to have sex after 99k words of them trying to kill each other and making each other bleed and yearning for each other and fighting off sexual tension oh my god????