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Prompt #7

Whumpee in a lab setting whose assault isn't sexual from the perspective of the scientists at all. It was probing, exploring, testing for reactions and results. 

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Some post-explosion sketches from the weekend. I will fully and unashamedly use this new found power of having 3D references of their flat, to just paint over and it looks nice, until I throw up.

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I love a good reveal of past trauma, especially when it’s done against the Whumpee’s will! Whumper showing up when Whumpee is hanging out with their new friends who know nothing about their past? Top tier! Whumpee has a huge reaction to a trigger ten years after they were rescued while they are at work? I love it!

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hello!! i am making an intro post for my whump OCs :D (i’ll be honest, it’s specifically so i can reblog those whump ask games and people can actually know who i’m talking about 😭)

(also i am writing a book about them. also also this is technically a Little Nightmares AU)

SO. here they are. under the cut.

the main group: (all technically Whumpees, so i’ll just talk about their other roles, and just note ig that they’re all Whumpees)

Eight: (MC) eight years old, female, deathly pale, black eyes, short brown hair. she definitely fits with the obedient/submissive Whumpee trope. she was artificially created in the Signal Tower, by the Tower Entity, as the eighth clone of his daughter that he murdered. she escaped one day, met the rest of the group, and now she’s traveling with them. she’s constantly on edge that any day now, they could turn on her, or she could do something wrong and they’ll shun her. or worse. (she autistic and has OCD and C-PTSD)

Mono: (Caretaker role, occasionally Carewhumper/bad Caretaker role) ten years old, male, black eyes, pale, curly dark hair. he’s interesting. he has abandonment issues and a deep fear of being alone. he used to be best friends with Jinx, until she betrayed him. he can’t say he doesn’t resent her a bit for that, but eventually he had to put it behind him and reconcile with her. now he is best friends with Eight—he is quite toxic and controlling. he couldn’t possibly let her leave, after all. i can sort of put it past him because he’s only ten and he improves when he gets older. (he has C-PTSD and ADHD and OCD)

Elena: (mostly caretaker role) eleven years old, female, green eyes, tan/brown skin, dark hair that she usually wears in a braid. she is very kind, definitely the boss of everyone, and always tries to be the mediator between anyone who’s fighting. best friends with Jinx, and also Lucia. traveling with these people is a bit stressful, if she’s being completely honest. they just won’t stop fighting and getting injured and nearly dying from things! (would be neurotypical, but she has C-PTSD)

Jinx: (i don’t know how to define her role) nine years old, female, pale skin, red eyes, short black hair. she is sarcastic, rude, but does genuinely care about the people around her. she LOVES Elena to death, has basically adopted Lucia, and Eight and Seven are her buddies. she likes to give nicknames to everyone. Mono does piss her off a bit, maybe more than a bit, he still thinks he’s in the right after he broke her music box and she dropped him off a cliff. it’s annoying. (autistic, and C-PTSD along with the rest of them)

Seven: (lil guy 🥺 he’s just a lil guy) eight years old, male, pale, ashy brown skin, blue eyes, and shaggy black hair. he’s the second shortest out of the group (next to Shadow) and- look, i just love him. he’s so endearing. he’s best friends with Eight. he’s very cautious friends with Jinx—she did eat him once, after all. and technically his best friend is supposed to be C, but.. she scares him. he wishes she were nice again. (autistic, C-PTSD, and he’s also trans FTM)

Lucia: (i don’t rlly know how to describe her role) eight years old, female, pale, pale teal eyes, white hair. (she is albino) she originally came from a place where there weren’t monsters after her at all times, and to be honest she’s having a bit of a hard time adjusting. Shadow is her best friend, and Jinx and Elena are basically her adopted mothers. (autistic, possible NPD but idk yet bc i need to do more research into that one, probably C-PTSD as well)

C: (Carewhumper/Whumper role) nine years old, female, tan, honey brown eyes, brown hair. she’s a bit of a Yandere. after the- ahem, the incident, she’s terrified that something is going to happen to Seven again. he could get hurt, or he could LEAVE her! she’s a bit like Mono in that regard, only Mono needs to be pushed farther to arrive at violence. it’s not entirely her fault, she’s traumatized after thinking Seven was dead. but maybe she should retire the knife in her pocket. she really doesn’t like how close Seven and Eight are getting. (C-PTSD, BPD)

Shadow: (she’s just a baby 🥺 she’s just a baby) seven years old, female, dark brown skin, bright gray eyes, and black hair. she is best friends with Lucia, and as the youngest she is also just the baby of the group. everyone loves her. she’s so tiny, how could you not love her?? she also has shadow magick—hence the name. she’s a bit scared of it, to be honest. hopefully she doesn’t kill herself or anyone else with it.. also hopefully there’s no catch involved with her powers.. (autistic, C-PTSD, she’s also deaf)

The Whumpers:

the Tower Entity: (THE Whumper) 30s-40s, can switch between his human form and a very monstrous form. he usually settles somewhere in the middle. he is the absolute bastard of bastards—he’s the one who destroyed the whole world. he made Eight as an additional power source for the Signal Tower—plus it’s not like there’s anyone else in the Tower. he needs a little buddy—never mind the fact that he tortures her and has killed her multiple times.

Siete: (Caretaker/Carewhumper, however it’s complicated and she has the best possible intentions) 8-9 years old. she was the seventh clone made—she was terminated like the rest, but they stick around as little ghosts. she’s trying to train Eight to fight back against the Entity.

every adult there. (the adults are all bad. all try to murder them. :C)

thank you for reading!! :D also just adding this just because

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"There's no thought crimes and no thought heroisms" is honestly such a good piece of life advice.

You could be having the most fucked up problematic thoughts 24/7 but if you treat people with kindness, the good you do is the only thing that matters. But if you have only the purest thoughts and all the correct beliefs, it doesn't matter one bit if you spend most of your time being an asshole to people.

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polls! polls!

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question for the whump community :D

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"Желание... Ржавый..."

@whumptober | Day #22: "Oh that's not good" Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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I don't know who needs to hear this but get your already injured character into the ocean and make them experience the salt water in their open wounds 🩷

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i've had so many conversations with people in fandom/creators' circles who are genuinely afraid to make the stories or art they want because they fear (often with good reason!) that their friends might kick them out of their circles, or worse, launch a public harassment campaign against them.

as someone recovering from this fear-based mindset, i want to affirm:

- friends who use implicit or explicit threats to maintain social control are not your friends

- communities that monitor your social media and ao3 to surveil you for perceived transgressive content are not safe communities

- the vast majority of people are NOT going to hate you if you make the art you want

- if you find yourself in a friend group that makes you feel afraid to speak your mind, it's in your interest to disentangle yourself from that group as quickly as possible

- real, honest disagreements between friends can be solved respectfully without the use of public shaming

- if you're feeling afraid in a community, it's likely that others are feeling afraid too. support your friends who may be struggling to leave an abusive fan or creative community, and let them know you're a safe person to voice doubts and disagreement to.

- if you're feeling like you'll never find a safer community of people, i promise there are others who feel that way too. it may take some time, but you'll find people who treat you and your ideas with respect. a good place to start is the people who make the type of art that you admire but that you're too afraid to make yourself.

ok that's all, take care of each other and be nice 💜

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"i'll ruin you," whumper spits. "and no one will be able to fix you."

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Goodnight

Tw: vampire whumpee, silver burn, uuh for I think? Not sure how to tag this.

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A soudless, breathy scream escaped the vampire’s throat as the silver chain was tightened around his upper body, binding his arms against his chest. The metal was digging into his skin, searing it everywhere it touched. His tattered clothes offered poor protection, and he barely managed to stifle a sob as the hunters hoisted him up without care. His confusion and fear grew when they pushed him out of the cell. What was happening ? They had never let him out of these silver bars before.

The small vampire’s breathing quickened as the hunters dragged him away, too weak to stand or walk by himself. He couldn’t see much, blurry shapes dancing before his eyes. It was the first time he was in the hunter’s headquarters out of the basement’s cells, and he could feel dread pooling in his stomach. It was weird, people in hunter’s uniform were running in the halls, carrying him packages and various objects, and the rooms he could see were bare and empty.

It felt like an eternity of being pushed deeper into the maze of corridors, before they arrived to a different area of the building. The distinction was brutal, as suddenly the brightness dimmed, and the temperature rose significantly. The walls and floor were not tiled anymore, but strong concrete. There was a muffled thumping noise in the distance, and the vampire froze.

He didn’t know what was happening, where was he or why, but it couldn’t be good. The hunters forced him to move forward.

He could see spots of light in the darkness, like liquid flames. The noise was growing louder. There was a metallic smell in the air, which was too familiar for him to not recognize it. Silver. His mind was slow and foggy due to the starvation, but he had enough clues to put the pieces of the puzzle together. He was in the hunters's foundry, where they forged their silver weapons. But why had they taken him there ...?

One of his captors gave him a harsh shove and he stumbled, falling heavily on his knees. He looked around, disoriented, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were chained to the floor in his back, keeping him in his kneeling position. The vampire didn’t tried to fight, shaking in apprehension but staying obediently still. He didn’t know what was going on, his mind hazy.

He let out a strangled, fearful noise as his mouth was pried open, something stony slipping between his jaws and holding them open. He tried to look up pleadingly at the hunters around him, his position uncomfortable at best. But the men didn’t bothered to give him any explanation ; they were busy moving around him, as if in a hurry. First the agitation and the packages, now that. What was happening ?

There was the light again, the liquid fire flowing slowly above him, coming his way. He gazed up glassily, trying to understand. And all of a sudden, it clicked. And his world started to burn.

He felt the melted silver start to pour down his throat slowly, searing his sensitive skin. He thrashed, tried to close his mouth to stop the torture, but was unable to because of the stone funnel buried in his throat. The hybrid had never felt such an agonizing pain, and it wasn’t stopping. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as the liquid metal slowly reached his stomach, melting his insides. He could feel everything, every inch of his skin touched by the silver.

When the hunters stopped the flow, the silver had already started to solidify. As the stony funnel was removed from his mouth, the vampire’s eyes rolled in their sockets and he lost consciousness.

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Local goth working at a Graveyard finds the ultimate goth gf a vampire

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woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic