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Answers to "please stop"
No.
I can't.
I won't.
I don't want to.
I don't know how.
I will soon.
But then how will you learn?
We're almost done.
It's almost over.
Ask me again!
Oh well, if you're asking that politely…
Fine. For now.
Only once I've come up with something more fun.
Only once you've come up with something more fun.
Or what?
I know you can go a little bit longer.
You know I won't.
I love it when you beg.
I hate it when you beg.
I'm so bored by your begging.
Not until you're too weak to ask me to.
But I don't have anything better to do.
I wish I could.
Alright! See? All you had to do was ask nicely.
I'm not doing anything.
What, exactly?
Just once more, I promise!
Just once more, I promise! (🤞)
You're doing this to yourself.
You wanted this.
You want this.
You know you made me do this.
Are you ready to give me what I want, then?
I will once you give in.
What will you give me in return?
Why should I?
You know there is only one way to end this.
You know there is only one way this will end.
(Answers to "it hurts")
#whump#whump dialogue prompt#whump dialogue#whump prompt#whumblr#i had 2 ppl request a part two to the it hurts one#and i couldnt come up w enough stuff i liked#so here#have this instead#I wrote this all down yesterday when i was trying to fall asleep and i kept coming up w new things so i just kept unlocking my phone and#writing stuff down#i thought i had way less than last time but it's actually much more#granted i rly leaned into the differences just slight wording changes make#also i feel like half of these would do so much better with some sort of term of endearment stapled onto theme#them#so when reading them just imagine some of them with a darling or a sweetheart or a honey tacked onto them bc that's how i imgined them#also if these writing prompts end up on kinblr again and someone accuses me of forgetting safe words just know i'm gonna break into your#house and put mustard in your shoes
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I've seen multiple awesome writers worried that people aren't going to like one of their series because it's "not real whump" or some similar sentiment, so I feel compelled to say this.
Some people prefer physical whump
Some people prefer emotional whump
Some people prefer psychological/mental whump
Some people like recovery arcs
Some people like fluff and comfort after the whump
Some people like whump that focuses more on angst
Some people like plot-heavy whump
Some people like worldbuilding-heavy whump
Also, the more niche a piece of writing is, the more happy the people who enjoy that niche will be to find something that fits it
Basically you can write whatever you want and there will be an audience somewhere who loves it.
#This also applies to other genres than whump btw#write what makes you happy#Worrying about whether what you write fits the status-quo or not will only hold you back from creating something unique#whump#writers on tumblr#whump community#writing#encouragement#whumpblr#writeblr#btw in case it wasn't obvious these aren't the only kinds of whump people like#Just mostly the ones that I've seen people be unsure/less confident about writing for others to read.#ALSO Even if there weren't an audience out there who'd love it you should still be able to feel comfortable writing what you enjoy.#go ham have fun with it
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#no wait wdym jesus saved him from the saw trap 🙃
#daniel larusso#ralph macchio#cobra kai#cobra kai spoilers#I JUST -#like for real this show is soooooo unserious (affectionate) WHAT are they doing to my beautiful boy over there 😭😭#religion is hardly giving anyone the strength to get through these plots much less twist that keyring around alsjlksfjslk#tbf i've only seen maybe five minutes of part one and about the same of two so there's no context here but#in all honesty there can't possibly be any that would help the situation let's just accept how pretty daniel whump is and run with it 👀#(which is also why i'm assuming terry put him in there since that's his defining quality and rightfully so lmao)#ckedit#cobra kai s6 spoilers#dianagifs
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If you think about it, Hiccstrid is an angry couple. Except, Hiccup is angry with himself and Astrid is angry with the world.
#and that's why he looks so calm yet is so easily disappointed himself#and why astrid's main form of communication is violence#and hiccup helps her be less angry at the world#and astrid helps him be less angry at himself#httyd movies#httyd#how to train your dragon#rob#riders of berk#dob#defenders of berk#rtte#race to the edge#hiccup haddock#hiccup whump#astrid hofferson#astrid whump#hiccstrid#hiccstrid whump
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It’s almost ridiculous how easy it was to take him. An ironic anticlimax, a sardonically unsatisfying nothingness, like a round of Russian roulette played with a malfunctioning squirt gun. Stupid enough that War can’t help a huff of disbelief, almost disappointment, as he stands on the glossy floor of his throne room, prize in hand, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It never does.
Slowly, tectonically, the Horseman’s face splits into a grin.
Victory is his.
⭑⭑⭑
There hadn’t even been a fight.
Victory would probably be ashamed of himself, if shame was an emotion the angel had ever been capable of feeling. He had been drunk, of course. He usually was. Anything to drown out the intractable boredom of the endless campaigns Heaven waged, those sterile scourings of the unclean and impure that were more a science than an art at this point. The cacophony of wingbeats and platinum swords that had once made his heart flutter with anticipation now lulled him halfway to sleep. As long as he was here, there was no contest. Every engagement was a rout, every triumph swift and sound.
It wasn’t fun anymore.
So he drank, and waited, and picked up flowers and shell casings, and stared vacantly out over the gore-splattered squadrons on their fields of slaughter while he stood apart, resplendent and redundant.
War had taken him effortlessly. He had dozed off at some point after running his fingers through already-pristine feathers for the millionth time, floating cozily on champagne and cynicism. When he awoke, however, it wasn’t hungover on a bed of silks, but rather hungover in a burning-hot darkness so total he briefly wondered if he’d somehow failed to open his eyes.
And then there was light—not the searing white purity of Heaven, but a primal, animal sort of glow, fever-hot and ruddy, assuring him that his eyes were, indeed, open, and making him immediately squeeze them closed.
“Ow.”
⭑⭑⭑
War stares down at the angel, crumpled like wet paper on his hall floor, a mixture of curiosity and derision in his carved face.
“So this is Heaven’s lucky charm,” he muses, voice dripping with command. “Look at me. Open your eyes.”
Victory shudders, a little whine escaping him.
War raises an eyebrow. Stubborn. “Open your eyes.”
The angel shakes his head, curling acid-white wings over himself. Whines again.
War draws closer. Victory is completely harmless, dazed and bound in chains built to restrain much stronger beings than he is, but the general still feels, somehow, on edge. “Open your eyes, little angel. Or are you afraid?”
“Not afraid,” comes the grumbled reply. “Headache. Stop talking.”
That stops War in his tracks, blinking. There are few creatures in Heaven or Hell who aren’t afraid of the Horseman, and those few are either very powerful or very stupid.
Victory, War thinks, is very, very stupid.
He smiles, for the second time that day, running his forked tongue over triplicate canine teeth. Ridiculous. Victory is his, easy as breathing.
And if taking him was that easy, well. Breaking him will be a breeze.
⭑⭑⭑
So he’s in Hell.
It’s been days, or millennia. Who’s to say. It’s not as hot as he expected, honestly. Sure, the air itself feels acrid and alien, infernal energy making him feel shaky and nauseous long after the hangover has cleared, and the chains lacing his body are as heavy as lead, and he lives inside a hanging birdcage with bars the same molten gold color as War’s eyes. But it’s not that hot. If anything, he’s actually cold, that prickly kind of bone-chill that comes with a fever, spiking every time the demon lord comes near him.
Such as now.
Victory shivers, drawing his wings protectively around himself as War idly taps the bars of the cage with his pronged tail, setting it slowly rocking.
“Didn’t take you for the bashful type,” he says, voice as deep and smooth as wine.
“I’m not,” Victory responds, feeling very far away. Above him, his halo flickers.
“Then come here. Let me see you.”
Victory cocks his head. “Why?”
“Because you’re mine.” War’s face is impassive on the other side of the bars. “And I command you to.”
Well, Victory can’t argue with that. Literally, can’t. It’s like he’s under some fucking spell down here, the poisoned air, the Horseman’s voice, everything conspiring to make him want to be pliant and obedient. God, he thinks the water’s drugged.
But he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t shy. He unfurls his wings, baring himself to War, all long lines of muscle under sun-bronzed skin, smears of ash and grime providing more coverage than the few scraps of silk still clinging to his hips.
“Closer,” says War.
Obediently, like a lamb, Victory crawls to him.
He slips his arms out through the bars, the chains on his wrists clinking almost musically against them despite their weight. “Like what you see?” he murmurs. For everything else he is, War is a man. And Victory can work with that.
“Yes,” War says plainly, and something flutters low in the angel’s belly. The feeling strengthens as War reaches between the bars and strokes clawed fingers across his cheekbone, jawline, throat. His halo flickers again, reflected brokenly in War’s eyes, gazing openly at him. “Come here.”
Even if Victory could resist, he wouldn’t have. War is handsome, in a wicked, cruel sort of way, all hard angles and corded muscles that bely the hypnotic grace of an apex predator. The whole demon thing aside, you just don’t get guys like that in Heaven. War unlocks the gilded cage and coaxes Victory out almost gently, letting him stand on unsteady legs as he continues tracing massive hands over the angel’s features, running fingers through his tangled hair, razor-sharp claws ghosting along his skin.
“Beautiful,” the Horseman murmurs. His hand pauses on Victory’s wing, feeling its liquid softness, feathers glossy as pearls beneath the layer of dirt, the intimacy of the touch making Victory have to choke back a moan. “Mine…”
And then, quick and snake-like, War sinks his claws in and twists.
Victory screams.
Face still blank, as effortlessly as if he was plucking a ripe fruit from a vine, War tears the angel’s wing off.
“Beautiful,” he repeats.
Yours, Victory thinks, and then, mercifully, he passes out.
⭑⭑⭑
It really is that easy.
War savors the destruction. He takes his time with the other wing, using his favorite hunting knife to carve it free without damaging a single feather, disarticulating the delicate flight-bones and ligaments with a finesse that would almost seem loving were it not being used for butchery. They truly are beautiful, long and slender and elegant, glimmering with the iridescence of a soap bubble, their stark whiteness absolutely reeking of Heaven. His herald, a primordial demon with an inexplicable knack for interior design, helps him mount them on the wall behind the infernal throne, flanking it, brilliant and ghastly trophies making for a downright ostentatious display of power and dominion.
“You are keeping it?” the herald asks in his lilting voice, poking the unconscious angel with one cloven hoof. The pool of mercury-colored blood he lies in smells like burnt sugar and champagne.
“Of course,” War replies. He hauls Victory up by the hair, eyes running up and down the limp body like it’s a cut of meat. He’s already curious about how that blood tastes, what the candy-coated entrails of an angel look like up close and personal, just how many more pretty little noises he’ll wring from those soft lips when he sinks a claw in and splits that bronze skin from collarbone to pelvis.
Victory is flightless, his divinity staked into the wall of Hell’s war council hall. All War needs to do now is bind him, snap his faltering halo and stain his soul with the sigils that will ensure his eternal obedience. Heaven will be fucked.
And given how easily Victory fell, into his domain, into his arms, well. It shouldn’t take much.
Again, War smiles, wolfish.
“To the winner go the spoils,” he quotes. “And Victory is mine.”
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Vampire Whumpee chained up in the cell that gets the most sunlight.
#as the sun moves so do they#needing to watch it constantly to avoid being burned#that one hour of the day where the sun takes up the entire floor but for the smallest sliver#Whumpee curled up inside that sliver#pale skin covered in blisters and 3rd degree burns#begging Whumper to move them to a cell with less light#growing more frantic as the sun swallows more of the floor#or maybe they’re chained to the middle of the cell or the wall and they can’t cower from the sunlight#only suffer until nightfall#vampire whump#whump
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Hey who should I beat up today I currently have zero plans for who to get
This is the prompt. I might use an alt honestly I’m not really feeling any of these
#I don’t like the prompts today 😤#honestly I probably should have used the ai-less whump prompts those were WAY better#but I didn’t hear about them until it was too late 😔#but uh yeah who should I get#rambles from the floor
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the previous prompt has me kicking my feet
Caretaker keeps whumpee on their lap, wrapped in a jacket, held oh so tightly against their chest. The normally touch repulsed whumpee is keening under any skin to skin contact, as their nerves are fried with sensation. Mumbling something incoherent about something or other into caretakers shoulder.
caretaker is treating them for wounds/exposure/overall drugging, but it’s like trying to pull teeth. Whumpee is now at the point in their high that they’re figuring out ‘oh hey, I have a body’ and is wriggling.
(the post in question is HERE)
I hope you know, honest to god I screamed reading this. A good scream, a ‘oh i love what I just read’ scream. The idea of Caretaker just trying to wrangle Whumpee in their lap is killing me.
I feel like the situation would tow a very fine line between kinda hilarious and deeply unsettling. Because yes, having your typically reserved, serious Whumpee wriggling in your arms like a pouty child is a little funny. But also, seeing Whumpee act so deeply unlike themselves, so totally unable to control themselves, is undeniably unsettling.
It’s such a strange situation. It’s frustrating and terrifying, and it makes Caretaker feel deeply, deeply alone. Because even with them physically in their lap, Whumpee is still miles away.
I just imagine Whumpee clinging to Caretaker like a koala, legs wrapped around their torso and arms over their shoulders, head tucked into their neck. Despite how close they are, Caretaker can’t make out a single word they say.
Maybe Caretaker tries to crack a joke, tries to focus on the humor in the situation instead of the anxious protectiveness they feel at Whumpee’s current state. But when Whumpee looks up at them, eyes foggy with barely a hint of awareness, Caretaker’s forced, weak little smile crumbles.
Caretaker decides that tending to their injuries can wait. None of them seem life threatening, and it’s likely Whumpee isn’t even aware of them. Instead they sit there, rubbing comforting circles in one of the few unblemished parts on their back, and hope Whumpee returns to them sooner than later.
#(in a much less angsty thought. The idea of caretaker getting frustrated and wrapping whumpee in a blanket to sleep it off is very funny)#(get swaddled idiot)#whumpee#drugged whumpee#out of it whumpee#caretaker#whump#an ask tag#my stuff
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Guys. I finally got something written lets fucking goooo
#not related to my usual posts but it IS jax whump#and bunnydoll ig?#platonic or romantic idc either way#my writing#jax is still an asshole but less of an asshole at the same time#ragatha is trying her best.#jax x ragatha#bunnydoll#jax whump#tadc#tadc fic#the amazing digital circus
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Android Whumpee stripped down to their bare essential elements by Scientist Whumper, just a few circuit boards and some wires. They're still aware, and as sentient as they were before, but they just cant do anything. They can't see, or hear, or smell, or talk, nothing.... and then they get stored away like that, put into some box in a lab storage closet, likely to be forgotten about for a loooong time.
#whump#whumpdumps#whumpblr#whump scenario#whump prompt#android whump#nonhuman whumpee#android whumpee#nonhuman whump#sensory deprivation whump#not thinking about the concept of batteries bc if sentient robots exist here then so can battery-less ones
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My last post about bloodweave was pretty negative (though necessarily so imo) so I wanted to talk about the little things about the bloodweave dynamic that I DO like and want to see more of in fic (under the cut).
- the orb means Astarion can't start their relationship transactionally. Gale can't give Astarion blood, and also can't have sex with him (and presumably would refuse casual sex anyway). How would the relationship develop without Astarion being able to rely on the give-and-take, forced instead to just trust Gale will watch his back? Astarion isn't a plans guy, I imagine having to come up with something on the spot (considering none of the other companions are reeaaaally an option either) would lead to a lot more emotional vulnerability as he tries to take a route he has much less experience with. Not to mention that the flirty and standoffish front isn't exactly going to endear him to Gale, who approves of the capable, loyal, and righteous. How long can Astarion pretend to be invested in Gale's wellbeing before it becomes true?
- they both have bad ascension endings, but different natural outcomes. Gale is considered the more morally upstanding one, but in their solo states (without the player's influence) Gale will go through with ascension and Astarion won't. Would they goad each other on? Gale disapproves of Astarion's ascension, using arguments that could apply to himself about the personal sacrifice and loss of the soul. Would Astarion flip them around, become defensive? Their dynamic could mean the power hungry character ending up discouraging the pursuit of godhood, or the two of them hurtling over the edge together. Or, maybe, Astarion encouraging Gale to ascend and having to trust him to return.
- they're the party members with the most life experience, and they're also both pretty well-educated (even if Astarion's law qualifications may well have expired by the events of the game). He spent his time under Cazador sewing (like Gale in his Baldur's Gate epilogue) and learning languages (of which Gale knows four). They have enduring common interests beyond their circumstances. Gale can help Astarion rediscover the latent nerd potential he lost when he died, and lord knows he would love to pick his brain for a first hand account of the mid-to-late 12th century.
- Astarion recently regained hope for his future when the tadpole freed him, Gale recently lost all of it. While act 1 is a continuous series of positive discoveries for Astarion (tadpole frees him from cazador -> ceremorphosis is held off by the dream visitor -> tadpole can be controlled), Gale's life gets worse with time as his treatment stops working. It's a dynamic that could give Gale hope, force Astarion to practise empathy, or put them completely at odds.
- Astarion's all-encompassing desire to reclaim his life could be inspiring to Gale. Moreover, I imagine seeing just how passive Gale is about his death would infuriate him. To have so little regard for his real, mortal, free life? It's a great source of angst, and also a great starting point for Gale to start wanting to live again. Because after learning about Astarion's past he would agree, he'd recognise how much value a mortal life was supposed to have. He'd think himself ungrateful or impolite for entertaining the idea of throwing it away when Astarion would give anything to have what he had. This would lead to guilt, and potentially self-loathing, unless someone was there to help pick up the pieces.
- If Astarion meets Oblodra before Gale's act 2 romance scene, (or for a fanfic plot, just before Gale is confident enough to confess) they most likely won't have sex until the graveyard scene in late act 3 (or the post-ascension equivalent). It means that rather than the fuckfest we so often see from bloodweave fics, the relationship is almost entirely a slow-burning, emotionally intimate affair. I'd really love to see that play out, the progression from semi-horny yearning on both parts as the orb keeps them apart, to two love confessions that are followed by the both of them experiencing non-sexual intimacy for the first time in years. I doubt Mystra was one to hug her chosen, after all, or hold their hands.
I just love a bg3 ship that forces the characters to take different actions than they do in canon. It makes me feel like I'm developing a broader understanding of the characters, you know?
#perhaps I will write a bw fic. since from the tags of my other post it seems like a lot of people want less-explicit work of them#and i (as the number 1 gale understander /s) have a dif perspective than a lot of bw writers (largely astarion stans)#im workin on a gale/illithid tav postgame whump based on one of my other posts first tho. which could be a chara study for him#and the nature of (this version of) bw is that it puts astarion out of his comfort zone more than gale. so id want to have a good handle on#gale so that the bw fic can focus on the astarion character study rather than me finding both characters kinda finicky#hmm. hmm#but regardless PLEASE PLEASE everyone is welcome to write fic based on/incorporating these and tag me I wanna see em so bad😭😭#bg3#bloodweave#gale dekarios#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate#astarion x gale#baldurs gate 3
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I polished an old piece of mine, trying to get into creating stuff again :3
#whump art#my art#digital art#whump#I finally found a solution for the first act of this story (which was stopping me to get started)#and now I'll try to slowly get back into writing and creating#in the hopes of being able to share this story with others#but I have sooooo much to do and a lot of brain fog these days so who knows if I will be able to write#but re-vamping this drawing of mine was a ton of fun non the less <3
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truly i don't care who thinks it's stupid or boring or "doesn't count" or can't be as intense as what they think of as "real whump" or whatever else, whump with comfort and recovery and caretaker(s) is always going to be my style of whump and i'm gonna have a blast vibing with people who also enjoy that
#gav gab#saw a couple posts that annoyed me yesterday lmao but truly this is where it's at#whump#i reblog a lot of types of posts here#but i'm so bored of people who think comfort existing makes something inherently less whumpy#like lmao okay have your preferences but stop being a dick about them#'whump with caretakers is so INFANTILIZING and STUPID and ONE DIMENSIONAL and BORING' what all of it?#all of it eh????#every single thing?#are you perhaps having a kneejerk emotional reaction to a word being used as a broad shorthand#rather than having to type 'the person who is helping to treat the whumpee's wounds or is a supportive presence in their life'#'who also has their own life and problems and feelings and interests and isn't just a one-dimensional servitor for the whumpee'#every single time you want to make sure not to piss anyone off#and thus being mean to people for no reason? makes you think#anyways hurt/comfort and whump are not disparate genres and comfort and recovery doesn't make something not whump thanks!#and it doesn't make it inherently or presumptively less intense either#or less dark or less violent or less whatever#it just means it's not Purely and Entirely about suffering and nothing else#shrug emoji
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A Biopet bred as a farewell gift to the previous Kalavinka Entertainment CEO after the leadership transition. The passing of its previous owner presents an irresistible opportunity for many interested parties to get their hands on it for financial gain. Time to place your bets on who will be the first to break the animal into a bona fide killing machine!
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1 Sick/ Poisoned
AI-less Whumptober 2023
And so it begins. I'm taking water over my head again and going for both the AI-less Whumptober prompt list and the EctoberHaunt as well.
I'm going to be doing this list traditional with inks and promarkers and try to do the shorter Ectober digitally. Lets see how it goes.
#danny phantom#art#danny fenton#fanart#sam manson#tucker foley#Bloodblosome#poisoned#sick#whump#ai less whumptober#AI-less whumptober 2023#CW blood#trio#Liquid ink#Promarkers#traditional art#ailesswhumptober2023
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Whumpees nursing a bleeding wound. A hand clutching their side to stanch the blood, groaning in pain as they lean against a wall and sink awkwardly to the floor. Tilting their head back and trying to breathe, their eyes screwed shut in pain. The looming inevitability of passing out, but the absolute refusal to do so until they’ve stopped the bleeding. They just need to catch their breath, to rest, just for a moment…
#just#Whumpees losing a deeply concerning amount of blood#especially when they’re alone >>>>#almost always followed by a self-stitching scene#less often by Caretaker stumbling upon an unconscious Whumpee and keeping them alive#that’s the good stuff#whump
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