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[zhjake]

Constance Orgone, NHP Shipping and Logistics Coordinator of the Caleuche Shipyard, largely Big Space Fish ambivalent unless it gets in the way of Business (it does) From our Lancer module: A Wake Writ in Void

[mj-iza-writer]

"Whumpee can I see your teddy", Caretaker reached out for it, "it needs to be cleaned, I'll give it right back when it's done."

"No, no please", Whumpee squeezed it tighter, and shook their head.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, but you were very sick last week. I'm pretty sure you have puked on it", Caretaker knelt down beside Whumpee, "I know it's your comfort item, but how about we find something else for a few hours while I take care of Teddy."

"Nuh-uh", Whumpee squirmed away.

"Whumpee, do you want to help me clean it, or we could make cookies while Teddy gets washed", Caretaker rubbed Whumpee's back comfortingly, "I promise Teddy will come right back to you."

A friend of Caretaker's was listening in.

"If I were you I'd take it from them, they're to old to be acting like that. Honestly to old to have a stuffed toy", the friend frowned.

Caretaker watched Whumpee's eyes squeeze shut as tears streamed down their face.

"I think you need to stop freaken talking", Caretaker growled at their friend, "you have no idea what is going on here. Just mind your business, and let me do my job."

Finally, after a few more tears and bartering Caretaker was given Teddy.

Caretaker had promised to make Teddy smell really good, and Whumpee now walked around the house wrapped in giant soft blanket.

Lastly, Caretaker handed Whumpee a bowl of ice cream.

"I still think it would have been easier to take it away, and let them get over it", the friend frowned as Whumpee walked past with the ice cream.

Whumpee stopped and looked at Caretaker.

"Don't worry about them, go eat your ice cream. I started a movie for you", Caretaker slapped their friend in the back of the head.

"Oww", the friend complained.

"Are you dumb?", Caretaker gritted their teeth.

"No, I just...", the friend started.

"Whumpee came here with that toy. The person who hurt them gave it to them to signify that they were done hurting Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "if they had the teddy bear, they wouldn't be hurt. They were safe. If it was pulled out of their hands, torture was starting. It wouldn't end until the toy was given back to them."

"Do you see what kind of issues could have happened if I just pulled that away from them. What kind of trauma response I would have to deal with for the next several hours", Caretaker looked at the friend, "it does take more time, I'm aware of that. I had to have some losses to get the win of getting that from them."

"You told them it needed to be cleaned and it had puke on it", the friend pointed out, "you knew what was best, and they didn't listen to you."

"You should have seen how bad it was when it first came here", Caretaker sighed, "covered in blood, and probably several other body fluids. It was dirty and absolutely disgusting. They still clung to it. To them, it means safety. It's familiar to them."

The friend still frowned.

"You smoke right? Do you have your box and lighter?", Caretaker stood.

"Feeling like a smoke Caretaker?", the friend chuckled as they pulled out the box and lighter.

Caretaker quickly grabbed the box and lighter and walked away.

The friend followed, "where are you going? You don't smoke."

"I know, just proving a point", Caretaker went into his office and closed the door behind him.

The door was locked before the friend could grab the door knob.

The friend gulped when he heard the heavy safe door slam shut. Caretaker came out soon after.

"Where's my smokes", the friend went into the office and pulled on the safe door, "Caretaker?"

"I figured I knew what was best, so I took them away. You won't like it for a little while, but I'm sure you'll get over it", Caretaker grinned as their friend tried to guess the combination, "you're acting like a child you know, aren't you to old to have a crutch like cigarettes."

"Okay, okay, you've made your point. I'm sorry", the friend frowned, "can I have my smokes back now?"

Caretaker grinned as he pulled the cigarettes and lighter from his back pocket.

"That's cold", the friend frowned as they grabbed their things back."

"What's cold is telling a trauma survivor, one who has been through so much more than what we will ever know about, that they need to grow up", Caretaker frowned, "have some sympathy."

Caretaker heard the timer for the teddy's wash go off.

"You could have easily went out and bought another pack and lighter. You would have soon forgotten I had those", Caretaker sighed, "Whumpee doesn't get that luxury."

Whumpee rounded the corner, "is Teddy done?"

"Not quite Whumpee, I just need to dry him", Caretaker held up a few scent capsules, "which smell do you like?"

Whumpee smelt every capsule twice until they picked one.

"Good choice Whumpee", Caretaker smiled, "I promise thirty minutes you will have Teddy back."

Whumpee nodded and sat beside the dryer.

"Can I wait here?", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"Yes, you can. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me", the friend followed Caretaker.

"So what did we learn here?", Caretaker looked at his friend.

"That I shouldn't judge. And, that you have a harder job than what I realized", the friend sighed.

"I think you owe Whumpee am apology", Caretaker frowned, "that was quite mean of you to act like that when you didn't know the whole story."

"Caretaker?", the friend frowned.

"No, no", Caretaker waved in disgust, "you know I am protective of my patients that stay with me, if you can not make yourself safe to be around, you will not be welcomed in my house when I have patients here."

"Okay, okay", the friend sighed, then turned to walk back to Whumpee.

They rounded the corner in time to see Whumpee wiping away a tear.

Whumpee looked at them nervously.

"I'm sorry for being mean earlier, Caretaker explained the importance of that bear. I'm sorry if I caused you any flashbacks", the friend tried to make a comforting smile.

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

The dryer dinged, causing Caretaker to quickly walk in.

"Alright let's see", Caretaker opened the dryer.

They carefully pulled Teddy out and handed it to Whumpee, "I made sure to use the gentlest wash and dry cycles."

"Careful Whumpee, we have another hole to patch", Caretaker frowned as they looked into the dryer to see clumps of cotton.

"Another hole?", Caretaker's friend eyed Whumpee.

"Yes Teddy is well loved, they need some patching every once in a while", Caretaker sighed, "Whumpee do you want to fix it now or later."

Whumpee gently cuddled their face into the toy, they took in the warmth and scent.

Whumpee's body shook, "what if... what if there is a time Teddy can't be fixed? What do I do then?"

"We will have to figure something else out then", Caretaker frowned, "I'll try my best to make sure that doesn't happen. Here come help me, you can hold Teddy's hand while I sew."

The next day Caretaker's friend called.

"Hey I have an idea, do you think Whumpee could go to the mall", the friend asked.

"They can, though they are having a hard day, so they will need their wheelchair", Caretaker smiled, "what are you thinking?"

"It's a surprise, can you meet me their with Whumpee", the friend asked.

"Yeah, I can do that. Whumpee probably wouldn't mind getting out, they've been distraught because of Teddy", Caretaker stood, "see you soon."

Caretaker pushed Whumpee through the mall until they found their friend.

"Hey Whumpee", the friend knelt down to eye level with Whumpee and smiled, "Caretaker", they then looked up.

"Hello", Whumpee whispered.

"Whumpee is being extra brave right now. They decided to let Teddy stay at home to rest", Caretaker gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

"That is very brave.... I know that now", the friend smiled and patted Whumpee's leg.

"So we are both curious. What brings us to the mall?", Caretaker smiled.

"I had this thought last night while I was looking at online pictures of my niece and nephew celebrating their birthdays", the friend stood.

"There is a store here where you pick a stuffed toy and they stuff it for you", the friend smiled, "I was hoping you would allow me to buy one for you. You could pick whatever you like. There are even some cute outfits to dress the stuffie in."

"But what about Teddy?", Whumpee whispered.

"This will not replace Teddy at all, but maybe give them a little break", the friend smiled, "you're also trauma bonded to Teddy, maybe you are holding onto a lot of bad memories. Maybe a new stuffie will help you move forward in your healing, and you can make new memories."

"B-but Teddy deserves to heal with me also. They went through everything I went through, then helped me", Whumpee let out a small sob, "I don't want Teddy to be forgotten."

"We will never forget Teddy" Caretaker quickly came around, "I promise Teddy will never be forgotten. Can you take a deep breath for me."

Whumpee nodded and took a shaky breath.

"How about this", Caretaker smiled, "we can set up a place for Teddy. A place of honor. Teddy will be able to watch over you, and you will be able to get them at all times."

"We can even pick out a stuffie for Teddy to cuddle, and they can start healing as well", the friend smiled.

Whumpee thought for a second before nodding, "I-I think Teddy might like that."

"Yeah?", the friend smiled.

Whumpee nodded with a weak smile.

The friend looked up at Caretaker and smiled.

Caretaker smiled back and nodded, "you might have it in you to be a caregiver yourself."

"I don't know about that", the friend started to wall and Caretaker followed pushing the wheelchair with Whumpee, "I don't think I would be able to do what you do. I'm sorry I just now figured that out."

"That's alright", Caretaker winked.

Whumpee shook as they walked toward the different stuffie options the store had.

Caretaker helped hold them up as they looked.

"You said they were having a hard day today... I didn't realize", their friend followed with the wheelchair.

"Yes, Whumpee has good days when they can get around just fine. Days like today, their body just doesn't have enough strength", Caretaker continued supporting Whumpee, "their captors did a lot of bad things to them. Their body had to hold up to a lot of abuse, and it's broken."

Caretaker watched Whumpee, "are you doing alright? Do you want to sit down?"

"I-I think I should", Whumpee wobbled forward, but Caretaker held them up.

"Do you see any you like?", the friend held the chair still while Whumpee sat down.

Whumpee nodded, "uhm, I keep looking at that tan bear. It kind of looks like Teddy."

"It does?" the friend went back to look. They thought about the old bear.

"Well I guess what Teddy used to look like", Whumpee was pushed closer.

"This one?", the friend held it up.

"Yes, but are you sure about this?", Whumpee whispered, "you don't have to."

"No, I would absolutely love to get this for you", the friend smiled as they handed the bear to Whumpee, "I was very mean to you yesterday, and I feel bad that Teddy is falling apart on you. Are you sure this is the one you like though?"

Whumpee looked it over, then nodded, "yes... please."

Whumpee helped push the peddle to stuff the bear, and followed the instructions on the heart.

"Give it a big squeeze to see if you like it", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee squeezed it tightly.

"How does it feel?", the friend watched.

They both watched as Whumpee began to cry.

"Good", Whumpee whispered, "really good, thankyou so much."

Whumpee didn't pick out any clothes until the friend pulled down a shirt that said °Emotional Support Bear°

Whumpee giggled lightly and then nodded.

Caretaker had just covered Whumpee with a blanket when they heard their phone vibrate.

"How are they doing?", their friend had texted, "did the bear work out?"

Caretaker grinned as they sat down across from Whumpee.

They looked up and watched Whumpee's chest rise and fall. They were deep asleep now. The new bear cuddled tightly in their arms.

They snapped a picture and sent it to their friend.

"I can't tell how much this meant to them", Caretaker wiped a tear away from their eye, "you helped them take a big step forward in their recovery. As their caregiver and your friend, thankyou so much for helping heal them."

"You're welcome, I'm glad I was able to do that for them and for you", the friend replied, "have a good night."

"You too", Caretaker stood and retrieved Teddy.

"Alright my dear friend", Caretaker gently carried Teddy to a shelf Whumpee had agreed on.

This shelf overlooked Whumpee's bed, and they would have easy access if they ever needed extra comfort from Teddy.

Caretaker sat Teddy in a weaved basket chair. They rested Teddy's head on a pillow. Lastly, they pulled out the stuffed toy Whumpee had picked for Teddy, and cuddled the arms around the toy.

"Rest well Teddy, you did a good job protecting them. It's my turn now", Caretaker poked the bears faded nose, "I promise they will heal."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst

@generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee

@expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers @starfields08000 @a-living-canvas @lumpofsand

@watermeezer @indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains @3-2-whump @risk606

@electrons2006 @paperprinxe @whumprince @kaz-of-crows

[iirulancorrino]

The Green brothers are doing effective altruism better than maybe 95% of people who identify online as effective altruists.

[philomelek]

When i come across those old 2000s-2010s blogs that genuinely worshipped eric and dylan and i mean GENUINELY not satire or nun they gen meant that shi nd made fun of the survivors and victims completely unprovoked ZERO reason

[foxxypaws]

Albedo as your caregiver ✨️

🌼 Patient, soft-spoken, caring, what an ideal big brother! 🌼 King of arts and crafts, has all the stuff in his lab ready for a fun day of drawing, colouring, and crafting! 🌼 On the topic of his lab, he always makes sure his lab has been cleaned and emptied of any dangerous stuff that you can get a hold of 🌼He doesn't mind any of the names you wanna use on him but he definitely is more used to being called a big brother than anything 🌼Calls you his little sister/brother, or even little flower <3 🌼 Albedo is aware that dragonspine is supper cold, and not ideal for most children, so he is willing to do things just in Mondstatd City or around any lovely scenery in mondstatd 🌼 If you really want, He's always got some easy experiments to do with you. usually not dangerous ones with big scary equitment 🌼 Likes holding onto you, head pats, cuddles, and just affection in general! 🌼whispers lots of the time so he doesnt overwhealm you (but this mans voice is already as soft as silk) 🌼 keeps a box of regression stuff in his lab for whenever you need it 🌼 sturrgles with "big kid words" as its just a part of his day to day speach to use big words. so dont be shocked when he slips up and says some big words 🌼gets anxious with upset regressers or even tantrums as hes not the best with them, but he gets advice and help from sucrose a lot 🌼 ^ not saying he is completely useless when your upset, he deffiantly is there to try and comfort you and rub circles in your back (hes not the best with words) 🌼 constant hand holding 🌼 oh you broke some of your gear? dont stress, hes got it under control. he can fix it or even buy you a new one if you need

[pastelpiggielol]

If you ever feel bad about your writing, just remember that Colleen Hoover is an award winning author who wrote this

Whatever you write is bound to be better than this and if this garbage can be a NYT bestseller then just think how much more yours could do

[le-panda-chocovore]

That "To me, Viktor has always been asexual" affirmation is kinda funny to me because sure, that's true, no one is questioning the creator's mind. You get to decide what's canon, you created him so yeah. That doesn't mean that the fans will stop shipping. Fandom will always be fandom and we gets more than enough material to build a relationship out of these two dramatic gays. People have been shipping canon straight males who are each in an actual relationship with a Female Lead for as long as fictional works exist.

Viktor and Jayce's relationship can 100% be simple bromance, or queerplatonic with no sexual attraction. I see them as partners because that's how they consider each other, they're partners, they're ending this together just like they started it together. Whether that word has a romantic meaning of not isn't the matter to me. Sometimes I'd say yes, sometimes I'd say it's unimportant.

I don't care about them kissing because whatever they have is stronger than any cliche romance trope. I don't care about them fucking because their sex life isn't something that need development to me.

Sure, Viktor is asexual, that doesn't mean he can't fall in love. And even if he was aromantic too, that didn't mean he couldn't be in a relationship either. And if he's straight and definitely not interested in any men, including Jayce, well, that's what fanon and fanfiction are for. Making up a bunch of things we would like to see happening, modeling the original work to our tastes.

Isn't that beautiful? That your creation inspires others to create on their own ? That you imagined something so pure and wholesome that people are drawing Love out of it ?

[nemuka]

i think i research more for writing then I do for my school essays...

[scottishkoifish]

Me with the little gay people in my head

[tvlipsandbread]

Plot armour seems silly until you actually start to write. Yes, that poison did enter their bloodstream and cut off communication between the brain and the nerves in a few seconds, it helps the plot thicken, they didn't die though. Yes I'm aware that the bullet ruptured the heart, but they survived...because I said so.

[andreaheartscats]

imagine Ellie in jurassic park since she loves dinosaurus. oh my god.

[zhjake]

Herschel and his mech, Blood and Thunder From our Lancer module: A Wake Writ in Void

[mj-iza-writer]

"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.

"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.

"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.

"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.

Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"

"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."

Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.

Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.

"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.

"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.

"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"

"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.

"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.

"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"

"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.

A while later Whumper stood from their seat.

Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.

'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'

Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.

'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.

"Come"

Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.

"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.

Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.

Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.

Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.

"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.

"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."

Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.

"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.

"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.

Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.

"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."

"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."

"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."

"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."

With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.

They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.

They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.

A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.

"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.

When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.

Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.

When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.

Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.

They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.

"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."

Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.

Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.

"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.

"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."

"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."

Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.

"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."

"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."

"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"

"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."

"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."

Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."

Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.

"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."

Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.

Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.

"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."

Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."

"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

@enigmawritesstuff

[stuckhawk]

So you’ve decided to write a book. A very ambitious endeavor, one might say. Creating a whole new world from scratch, if you write fiction. Relating to other people, if you are writing self-help. What a fascinating task you have gotten yourself into. I am sure you are proud of yourself. You might already have the entire premise of the book ready. Beginning, middle, and ending. You know exactly how everything will be laid down on the paper, how people will feel when they read it, and how happy you will be when your book hits the floors of your nearest Barns and Nobles (or Chapters, for the fellow Canadians). So you sit yourself in front of your laptop. I assume it is a laptop as I have yet to meet someone who still writes their books on paper, so we shall stick with the modern times. You sit in front of your laptop, coffee or tea or a beer, really, whatever you fancy most, and you get ready to write your paragraph. You already have it sketched in your mind. You know the words to start with, and you know how easy it will be to finish 5, 15, and 30 pages even in one sitting. You are about to start the most ground-breaking, life-changing chapter, and then…

Nothing. There is nothing. Only a blank page, perhaps a Google document, staring back at you, the space bar flickering mockingly at you. “Go on, write.” You can even hear the mocking tone it takes with you. You can feel the heat rise up your face. Nothing is working. Your brain is completely fried, gone, not one thought appearing in front of your eyes. You are stuck. Your paragraph, gone. 

And then you realize it. Of course, you do. How could you have forgotten this feeling, the same one that comes back over and over again, every time you decide you will continue your book. The feeling that resonates inside your bones, that takes over your entire being and crawls at your skin, eating at you from the inside. You realize that you are not the problem and that in fact, writing a book just sucks. 

-current feelings

[adannamdi]

INCORPORATING IGBO CULTURE INTO MY NOVEL

Bringing Authenticity to My Story Through Language, Traditions, and Daily Life

As I continue researching and expanding my knowledge on this topic, I’ve realized that incorporating culture into a story isn’t just about adding traditions—it’s about immersing readers in a living, breathing world. Whether you’re writing a novel, a graphic novel, or any other form of storytelling, cultural elements can add depth and authenticity.

Modes of Communication and Transportation

The primary mode of transportation in traditional Igbo society was walking, while communication relied heavily on word of mouth. In my video, I gave an example from my story where an individual is tasked with spreading announcements within the community.

You might wonder if horses or donkeys were used, but in reality, they weren’t common in Igbo land. Even today, horses are a rare sight in Eastern Nigeria. Instead, the animals most commonly seen are goats, cattle, and poultry.

Traditional Housing and Cutlery

Traditional Igbo houses were built using mud, with bamboo structures as support. However, market spaces and shops were less developed, often featuring bamboo frames and mats used to divide sections.

Another key cultural element I incorporated into my novel is Nsibidi symbols. These symbols were historically used in communication and could often be found on walls, gates, or even attire like the Ukara cloth.

When it comes to traditional Igbo cooking, firewood was the main fuel source, and clay pots were used for cooking, storing food, and fetching water.

Calabash vs. Clay Bowls

At first, I found it difficult to differentiate between calabashes and clay bowls. Here’s a simple breakdown:

Clay bowls: Used for cooking, storing food, and ritual practices.

Calabashes: Made from dried gourds, used as dishes, bottles, cups, and cooking spoons—but not for direct cooking over fire.

Using Igbo Language in My Novel

One of my favorite aspects of world-building has been incorporating Igbo language into my story. Here are some of the names and words I’ve included:

Character Names:

Ijeoma Maduka – The main character

Obinna Chetachukwu

Amobi Nwakaego

Nduka Jidenna

Dike Azubuike

Deberechi Obiora

Igbo Words & Their Meanings:

Anwụansi ojii – Black magic

Eze Ọjọọ – Dark Lord

Ebe izu ike – Resting place / grave

Nkwu elu – Palm wine

Enyi m – My friend

Ike mana – Strength

Dibia – Physician / doctor

I have also divided the use of Igbo language in my novel:

The gods, goddesses, and priests/priestesses speak Igbo fluently.

Common people speak it incompletely but use key phrases for rituals, greetings, and traditional contexts.

This distinction adds a mystical quality to the language and makes it feel like a sacred part of the culture.

What’s Next?

In my next video, I’ll discuss more aspects of traditional Igbo life, including food, daily rituals, and beliefs.

Have you ever incorporated elements of your culture into a story? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!