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characters going “we were lovers once”: eh, it’s okay i guess. it’s nice enough

characters going “we were friends once”: absolutely devastating. one hit knockout i’m gone

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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Whumpee panicking when people raid Whumper’s facility. Maybe they don’t recognize them, maybe they’re strangers, yelling and breaking doors down and Whumpee is too afraid.

They hide and cower, hoping these people don’t know they’re there. Backed into a dark corner between furniture, holding their breath while heavy footsteps come in.

One of the newcomers jumps and flinches when they’re spotted. They pause, unsure what to do. Whumpee freezes up, anticipating some violent reaction—

Instead, the person puts their weapon away and yells over their shoulder.

“Boss! Boss, get up here, I found somebody!”

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I’m slowly working through my wips again! It feels so nice to do!!! More ooe coming soon too heheh

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Reblog if you're a-okay with your story stuff being reblogged by others (not reposted, just the normal reblog, obviously)!

[Edit: reblog meaning using the reblog button; repost meaning someone copy-pasting into a new post, which also often comes with giving no credit to op (but seriously, why copy-paste someone else's stuff when the reblog button is right there) ]

I've been noticing how few reblogs my stuff gets, even if it gets likes. Which like, I'm not complaining on the attention! It's really cool to see people enjoying what I have to share. But Tumblr stuff thrives on reblogs, sharing what you like. It's not an algorithm, especially if you have it set to chronological, not "best stuff first" like myself and others do (I switched it from the latter because I was sick of only seeing the same 10-20 posts even after refreshing). Share what you like! Personal posts are 50-50, depending on the blogger. But 9 times out of 10, if someone shares their art (paintings, drawings, writing, photography, etc), it's because they want people who like it to see it. And chances are, people who follow you like similar things that you do, so sharing these things means it can spread further, especially if others haven't stumbled across it yet.

Anyway, yeah. Just share things! That's how community grows, at least on here.

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love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man

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"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

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love it when a recovering whumpee has a very bad coping mechanism that they fully collapse on. Is it self destructive? Sure. Is anyone going to say a word? no they just went through hell. Could be picking fights, could be drinking, a nicotine addiction— any kind of escapism really that at any other time their friends wouldn’t approve of. But now? It’s a lot better then watching their friend stare blankly at a wall right

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“They need to take a statement from you, alright? No, don’t worry, there’s no wrong answer. Just…just tell them what you told me, about what Whumper did. Whatever you can remember.”

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Imagine Whumper sending Caretaker a gift in the mail. Caretaker hopes that it’s not Whumpee’s teeth, or a finger, or anything like that. Hesitantly, they open the box. It’s a calendar. All the months have a picture of Whumpee bleeding, or restrained, or unconscious. Scribbled on the front, in Whumper’s handwriting, is “Thought you’d miss them! Here’s some photos. There’s more where those came from!”

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whumper who tells whumpee that as long as they're useful to them, they won't kill them. which leads to some very interesting behaviors with caretaker after their rescue

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He is so afraid of his friends being caught up in the mess he never chose. This has quietly haunted him for the past week. He didn't want to burden his warm tribe of chosen family.

It's either turn himself in or end his life.

He finds a kind of middle road;

Going to a quiet place and taking an overwhelming amount of drugs. The warmth of blood rolls from his nose and down his mouth.

For a long moment he is free falling into a beautiful place of endless serenity...

Then he is woken by his friends shaking him awake.

"Fuck... Hey! Open your eyes. Can you hear me!?"

Eyes glazed over, he slightly comes to.

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i hate when i have the perfect idea for a whump scene but i have no ideas for why the scene happens. yeah this guy got kidnapped. for. for plot reasons??? idk you figure it out

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stoic whumpee showing back up at caretaker's months after leaving without reason. there's dried blood on their hands and clothes. as soon as caretaker opens the door, whumpee breaks down into sobs and falls into caretaker, arms wrapping desperately around them

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You know what I realized that I really love? Intelligent whumpees. Whumpees that have a bright future ahead of them, who have the potential for greatness. They're always reading and always itching to learn something new.

And then all of that is taken away. They get kidnapped and suddenly reduced to a stupid pet, a worthless object, or - my personal favorite - a pleasure slave.

Then, when they're eventually rescued, they lose all confidence in their intelligence. Every mistake they make is just proof to themselves that they're too stupid to be worth anything. Their dreams of going to an ivy-league school are gone, replaced with their unrelenting need to be quiet and obedient. Their affinity for learning has been destroyed by the mentality that they're more useful as an empty-headed slave.

They've been completely destroyed, and the greatness they once seemed destined for is now nothing but a distant, impossible fantasy.

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Something about a usually incredibly well put together character showing a crack in their polished facade. dark circles uncovered or too dark to properly be covered. less than perfect hair. a wrinkle in their usually pristine clothes. that one little giveaway something is very, very wrong.