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god i love making animatics in my head i wish drawing was real

#me about 😔 the ifrit 😔

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Smile while you can, little thief.

I really hate how pretty this man is. [X]

@killtheprotagonist @secretwhumplair @ink-and-salt @kixngiggles @simplygrimly @brutal-nemesis @thebewilderer @whumpvp @scrabble-rouser @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whimperwoods @shydragonrider @pizzasthengym @thecyrulik @ceph-the-writing-spook @mylifeisonthebookshelf

#i finally get the spoiler hehehhehehehhee #evilly rubbing my hands together

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nadeem ?

I laughed! So very, very him 💅

#my god here comes nadeem with a steel chair #watch yeezy have to do the walk of shame to the infirmary with a chair shaped dent in him

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need more whumpees that actually just kill their whumpers

#BLOW that motherfuckers brains out

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Idea I've been rotating in my brain nonstop lately is a living weapon and their handler having like a weirdly loving relationship.

Affectionately cuddling but never losing sight of the understanding that orders matter more than wants. Gently tending to their wounds and cleaning them after a battle/mission/etc. but never acknowledging that they might be a person. It's obvious they both care about each other a lot but the handler still calls the weapon "it" and the weapon still calls the handler "sir." Do you see my vision

#whump prompts

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i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool

because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?

the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out

yk what im talking abt?

#whump prompts

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Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.

#whump prompts #especially insane about cauterisation for. Reasons

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The whumpee had screamed so much during torture that they’d damaged their voice- and they had loved talking before. The whumpee just decided to stay silent- they were ashamed of so many things, and their voice was just like a punch in the gut.

#whump prompts

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Whumpee who cries.

Whumpee who cries in great, violent, racking sobs that shake their whole chest.

Whumpee who cries silently, tears rolling down their face as they refuse to move of make a sound.

Whumpee who hugs themself and curls into a ball as they cry.

Whumpee who cries so hard for so long their whole face and head hurt.

Whumpee with eyes that are bloodshot from crying, and their face is sticky with tears.

Whumpee who cries until they can’t cry any more, only twitching and making little sobbing noises while no tears come.

#whump prompts

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Be honest with yourself. We both know if you’re telling yourself that you’re “just curious” as you type “[character name] sickfic” into the search bar, you’re already too far gone

#guilty #me

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like father, like son

(via)

#the jackal of an nadr

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

#me

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today’s prompt for whump writers:

whumper drugged whumpee with substance that wouldn’t render whumpee completely unconscious, but would make them groggy and defenseless, too disoriented to do anything but lay there and slowly blink with occasional moan as whumper did whatever they wanted to them.

I don’t know about you, but personally this type of forced surrender trope gives me whumperflies every time 🥹

#whump prompts

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"Get your hands off me!" (for whoever (✿◡‿◡) )

"Get your hands off me!" Yeezumon snarled, wrenching in the opposing pirates' steely grasp.

He hit the deck planks hard as he was forced to his knees, one of them grabbing a handful of his locs and wrenching his head upward. Eyes leered down at him while he twisted and fought, ineffective against their hold.

Every ounce of color drained from his face the moment he heard the familiar voice, the one that made his soul alight and his bones feel like home, twisted into a blood-curling cry of pain. Moments later someone pushed through the crowd dragging Ifyaa behind him, and threw him to land harshly at the foreign Captain's feet.

Yeezumon's eyes went wide, his cry of, "Habibi!" being drowned out by the pirate's laughter. He went wild, fighting and tearing against their hold with a desperation he has never felt before in his life. Ifyaa's face, drenched in blood, flickered to him for only the briefest moment.

What passed between them was an entire world. Love, so much love, and concern, sorrow, despair, and pain. An apology. Ifyaa met his eyes, and in the barest motion shook his head 'no'. And then the Captain tore his head upright, and drove a blade into his stomach.

#not sure how i’m only just finding this #the jackal of an nadr

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vampire whumpee vampire whumpee vampire whumpee vampire whu

#whump prompts #i love vampire whumpees SO much