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when a character is written inconsistently because nobody thought about it that hard and you're like it's time for me to get in there.. and think about it that hard

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doctor prescribed me 18hrs of screen time a day and a caffeine addiction

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Cw: vengful caretaker, whumper turned whumpee

Caretaker wrenched whumper's head up by the hair and held a photo to their face.

"Have you seen them? Are they here?" Caretaker hissed. Whumper scoffed and spat blood at their feet.

"We have countless prisoners. Most of them would be unrecognizable by now." Whumper smiled with bloody teeth. "If you want one, take your pick. They're all the same now-" -Caretaker wrenched whumper's head back until they let out a grunt of pain.

"Have you ever cared about someone so much you would die for them? That you would kill for them?"

Caretaker held the picture closer.

"That's who this is to me. So do us both a favor, start talking."

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Ideas of fatal character flaws? :3

Hi :)

Fatal character flaws

Aristotle calls this ‘Hamartia’ - a tragic flaw or error. It can be anything happening to good or bad characters, even otherwise good character traits and with good intentions that ultimately lead to the character’s demise. They are often traits that don’t neccessarily lead to someone’s downfall, but can if they’re done to an extreme. So think of these otherwise normal ‘flaws’ as extremes.

ignorance - not seeking helpful knowledge

selfishness - not thinking about others

curiosity - getting involved in things they shouldn’t get involved in

impetuousness - being too passionate/ not thinking before acting

pride - not giving in/ not taking help from others 

hubris - exaggerated opinion of oneself/ thinking nothing can get to them

lack of self-control - can’t help/stop themself

indecisiveness* - not being able to make decisions

confirmation bias - only taking in information that supports one’s own belief 

arrogance -  thinking they are superior

Have fun!

- Jana

*Interesting example: Chidi from The Good Place. A morally great character who is so extreme in always trying to make the right choice and therefore not being able to make a decision until it is proven to be right, it basically lands him in hell.

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Whumpee wakes up, immediately realizing they can't move. They're gagged and blindfolded, their wrist and feet are tightly bound with duct tape.

Whumpee panics, muffling a series of scared noises. No one tells them to be quoit or to stop, so they keep getting more and more frantic-

Finally, a voice speaks in front of them "Don't make me regret not putting you in the trunk.

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whumpees who, despite their torture, agony, the scars and bruises covering their skin, the grime and blood caked on their face, hold themselves aloof and with an air of grace

no one knows how much they’re struggling, the true amount of pain they’ve gone through, the agony they still experience every day, lingering from the injuries. no one knows the mental anguish, the fear and despair they feel when someone unknowingly does something whumper did, that triggers them, because it’s all behind their mask.

until, one day, they melt into a weeping, shaking, cowering mess that can’t even speak

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being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck

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I think we may have accidentally adopted an anteater.

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whump enjoyers y'ever just get struck by like... bloodlust. like. you've got your usual levels of whump enjoyment. and then all of a sudden you're struck by the intense need to watch or read or write or draw something Extremely Whumpy. like I Need To Experience Someone Going Through Agonizing Horrors Right Now Immediately. y'know. the bloodlust comes upon ya.

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Whumpee that has to take medication.

Whumper forcing the pills down their throat and then closing their mouth and rubbing their jaw to get them to swallow … like you would an animal.

Whumpee doesn’t like how the meds make them feel, but it makes Whumper happy, and that is ultimately the goal.

Do they actually have to take these meds? Or are they just drugs Whumper makes them take to make them sluggish, tired, agreeable?

Whumpee in withdrawals, gagging and sweating, shivering even while burning up. Whumper can either leave them be, they’ll be fine… or they can nurse them back to health…

Whumper is actively allowing Whumpee to hide the pills under their tongue, spitting them out later in secret. Whatever they want to do is fine, but Whumper can’t wait to see the side-affects.

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living weapons <3

can you imagine what itd be like to love someone whos known nothing but pain for their whole life. someone whos only purpose has been to hurt and be hurt? the unfamiliarity with the gentle, the kind, the soft because they've only ever experienced the brutal, the cruel, the rough? the discomfort when it comes to physical contact, because theyve only ever been touched in a fight or as a punishment? how difficult it would be? how they dont communicate because they never were taught to. how they bottle everything up, hiding their mental and emotional anguish behind the stoic shield theyve had up forever. trying to help them, love them? coaxing them out of their shell, healing their crushed, fractured being. teaching them everything theyve never known, what love truly is? can you imagine taking a creature that is more scar than skin and bringing them back from the darkness with nothing but love, care, kindness? staying up with them, comforting them after their nightmares, holding them as they weep for the first time in years? reminding them that their scars, mental or physical, do not define who they are, that they're so much more than what they've been conditioned to believe. they aren't just a living weapon, not anymore. they're someone who deserves love and affection, who deserves so much more than what theyve had for the past several years? can you imagine the sleepless nights, where theyre afraid to sleep because of night terrors that bring them back to their fighting days, their punishment days? trying to convince them that you don't care about their scars, because you don't, their scars dont define who they are. you love them, the creature, the person, for who they are, and nothing could ever change that. the hours you spend together each day, in silence, because they dont know how to communicate their emotions, they never learned? so you just sit there, taking comfort in the safety of each other's presence, knowing that the other is there for you, always?

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multiple anons have asked for bruised knuckles ~  (send me guro requests) - [don’t remove the caption]

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Nsft prompts: Strap on + either Sentry Adam or Sentry Skull; literally any way shape or form...you already know why.

I just can't help myself.

Whipping It To The Finish Line/Another Palace Pet

Adam was well aware that he was mired in deep shit even before slipping up the back staircase, keeping to the shadows and mindful of his footfalls on the risers. His delay couldn’t have been helped, though he wasn’t sure which he found most frightening, being called into the throne room before the volatile Lord Drakkon and his spooky abomination, Red, or keeping the woman in the bedroom waiting impatiently for him.

No excuse would suffice for his aroused lover, who was no doubt watching the clock and flexing her riding crop as she did so. The Black Sentry had been chastised many times already for his tardiness or the other ways in which he displeased the high maintenance Scorpina.

The exotic woman with her silky, jet-black hair, sensuous ruby lips, and smooth, unmarred skin was not from the Coinless World, merely trapped here after events that the tyrant had set in motion in the Prime Universe. She was cruel and contemptuous, ignoring Adam in public as if he were no more important than dog shit on the pavement.

“One must keep up appearances to the underlings,” she’d purred once, the tip of her crop tipping his chin up to smile into his lustful eyes.

A highly passionate, sexual being, Scorpina had tried initially to seduce Drakkon himself, always seeking to align herself closely to whoever was in power. She’d been confused by his rebuffs until she observed the possessive, handsy way he instructed his little pet, who wasn’t hard on the eyes either.

When the flirtatious woman attempted to straddle Red’s face as Drakkon was fucking him into the mattress, an offer at a devil’s triade, he’d been forced to make it crystal clear that while he was willing to host her in his palace, his generosity did NOT extend to sharing favorite toy.

Adam was flabbergasted how she was still alive after that arrogant act. She must be crucial to some scheme or another that the motherfucker hadn’t snapped her neck.

But no matter. He was the ‘lucky’ pick of the draw, and he couldn’t claim to be unhappy about it, even if it meant his ass got regularly beaten outside of his normal wear and tear as a Sentry. Being sneaky was all the better since he didn’t want anyone else to know he enjoyed having his shit handed to him by a sexy, confident woman.

Preferably in stilettos.

Cracking open the door, Adam winced at the sharp squeak of the hinges, sucking in an anxious breath and listening for sounds of movement from the bedroom.

“Adam…” a silky, feminine voice cooed, petulance barely concealing a note of warning and displeasure.

Rounding the doorframe into the living quarters, Scorpina’s red lips curled in a predatory manner that belied her innocent sounding greeting. Clinging to her curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric of the royal purple bustier plainly showed her erect, pierced nipples in all their glory. It matched the garter belt and stockings gracing her powerful thighs.

Swiftly, the Sentry hit the deck, dropping to his knees and bowing low as he’d been trained.

“Please forgive me, ma’am. Lord Drakkon…” he stammered, knowing she wouldn’t give less of a shit as to the reason for his tardiness.

“Ah, ah, ah… We’ve discussed this, worm. You know I try to avoid frowning,” she spoke slowly as if he were stupid. “It causes wrinkles, as I’ve informed you more than once.”

He heard the sharp click of her heels on the stone as she strode towards him. Planting one sharp, stiletto between his shoulder blades, Scorpina forced his face even further into the gritty, cold surface.

“What do you think I’ve been doing all this time, waiting for you to come service me,” she hissed. “I almost decided to pleasure myself and make you go to bed without your dinner! I’m still considering that option!”

Turning his face to the side, his smooth cheek sliding over the rough stone, Adam pleaded with her to reconsider.

“Please, allow me to make it up to you, milady! Surely, there’s some way I can repent for my failure!”

She removed the painful spike from his back, the toe of the shoe ruffling at his thick hair.

“I don’t know. I’ve had to have this conversation with you too many times, weakling. Do you know how many other men would kill to be in your place? I’m sure they wouldn’t chronically disappointment me.”

She placed slowly before his bowed head, letting the statement linger. Scorpina wanted him to be terrified of losing her attention. And, of course, it worked like a charm.

“No, I swear I will strive towards perfection! Please let me have another chance!”

Humming a lilting tune to herself, she acted as if she were in deep thought.

“You mentioned you were late because of Lord Drakkon, little Sentry. That got me thinking about something, something I find rather delicious,” she whispered. “I know you’ve seen how obedient his lap dog is, jumping to every command, willing to break his own bones to satisfy his master…”

Lifting his chin with the toe of her shoe, she smiled down at him.

“I want the same! My own little pet to stroke and play with…”

Adam felt the blood rush into his cock, imagining himself wearing an ornate collar and forever groveling at Scorpina’s feet.

“You like the sound of that,” she laughed. “Don’t you?”

He nodded, aching to taste those full, pillowy lips as she coldly twisted his nipples in a tight pinch.

“I thought so… What do you suppose Drakkon would do if Red were to fail a simple order, like being on time to ride his cock?”

Adam bit his lip, awaiting her edict. He couldn’t even picture the pet doing such a foolish thing to attempt to answer her question.

“I’ll tell you what I think he’d do, Adam… He’d give him a ‘correction’, a reminder of his place in the hierarchy, of who’s in charge.”

Snagging a handful of hair, Scorpina yanked him upwards to his knees.

“Get in the bedroom! And don’t you DARE get off those knees!”

The smitten Sentry hobbled in the direction of her chambers, the hard surface uncomfortable on his joints as he obeyed. He could hear her heels clacking along at his back; he didn’t need to see her face to know she was grinning as psychotically as Drakkon was known to do.

‘Sweet, merciful fuck, I’ve found myself a female Drakkon!’

Ehh, screwed was screwed. His life would undoubtedly be on the short side. Best to take his pleasure while he still could!

Scorpina skirted around him to move towards a long, low vanity-style table, upon which she displayed, rather prominently, a wide array of dildos and sex toys of all sizes, shapes, and functions.

Some people collected stamps, or coins, or celebrity autographs (not anymore obviously).

His lover was a connoisseur of adult toys and erotica, some of it rather expensive and made of rare materials.

‘Only the best for her pussy.’

“To me, Adam,” she barked, beckoning him with a manicured finger. “You’re going to pick out which one you’re going to ride!”

His eyes widened. This was new…

“You heard me right! So decide or I’ll choose and I guarantee you’ll be sorry!”

“Uh, uh, uh,” he stuttered, his gaze going everywhere at once. “I’m not sure…”

A sharp of fingers silenced him.

“Do you want this life or not? Your little friend, Skullovitch, is pretty cute and as a Red Sentry Captain, he has to be fearless… So, tell me now! Cock? Or block?”

Was he willing to take a literal ass pounding to please his lady love?

He wasn’t necessarily against it; he just hadn’t ever bent over for anyone.

“That one,” he whispered nervously, pointing to a smooth, glassy one that didn’t look too large for a first rodeo.

Scorpina’s laughter tinkled at his ear.

“Good boy.”

Her long, slim fingers plucked the chosen toy from its place amongst its brethren and she held it before his wide eyes, turning it about in the light.

“Just let me make a few… adjustments, my novice cock jockey…” she chirped. “Get in your birthday suit and bend over the bed. Now!”

Mindful to remain on his knees, Adam stripped down and hauled himself to the edge of the downy mattress with its silk sheets now covered by a frightening plastic tarp.

“When you didn’t show up as planned, I decided if I didn’t turn you away, a messy punishment was in your future.”

“Thank you, ma’am, for your undeserved patience and forgiveness,” he blathered, his ass cheeks unconsciously clenching in terror of the unknown.

He tried to focus on the slick, industrial-smelling tarp under his upper body, but he was struggling not to peek over his shoulder.

‘What is she doing?’

Adam didn’t have to wait long, as Scorpina suddenly sauntered to the side of the bed and twirled as if on a runway in Milan. Instead of her garter belt of deep purple silk, she wore the chosen dildo, strapped to her trim hips as she waggled it about obscenely.

“See something you like?” she laughed loudly.

“Huh…maybe…”

‘Relax, relax, relax….’

That was the most that Adam knew when it came to such matters. There was a time or two that he and his wife had engaged in rigorous play, slamming into one another in the darkness and spurred on by drink. Such conditions led to the perfect storm of his dick inadvertently finding its home in her ass and fouling up the rest of the evening due to pain, bleeding, and embarrassment on both their parts.

Now he was on the receiving end of it all…

He felt hands grabbed his naked hips unexpectedly and something hard and cold press between his pale cheeks.

He yelped.

“Ma’am, not to be impertinent… but isn’t lube customary…and ummm… stretching?”

Scorpina heaved an exasperated sigh.

“Why is that my concern?”

Adam had no answer and was fearful of making things worse than they were.

Thankfully, his mistress was only fucking with him. He shivered with the icy, liquid ran down his crack and the back of his nuts.

“If you want this to go…smoothly… you’ll need to relax and breath,” she advised, clearly experienced in such play. “Once I angle you just right, I’ll poke your prostate and you’ll be a believer!”

Everyone had their first time for some risqué game or other, even the infamous Red, who’d had made it a point to educate himself in sexual activities, and now almost led Drakkon around by the nose…

Not that Adam WANTED to do any leading…

His mind was off the rails, frantically babbling to itself when the dildo again pressed forward. Scorpina was surprisingly gentle given her ire and annoyance with him.

“It won’t be like a countryside stroll like this the next time you fuck up…” she hissed, fully sheathing the glass cock in Adam’s asshole and earning a muffled grunt that was almost a squeak. “You HAVE to learn your place… PET!’

Grabbing a nearby pillow, she shoved it in front of his face.

“Here, you might want to get to ready to bite down. I’m about to pick up the pace, Secretariat. A light trot isn’t going to cut it for me!”

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