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albino-whumpee · 2 years

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Finished watching the space kitties movie and I got thoughts.

I hate the story of avatar. It doesn’t make sense! Compels me tho.

I have said this since I watched it the first time. What I liked about the movie was the world. I guess that’s the only thing the narrative did for me. (Think that the world was that captivating)

Anyways, I watched this movie last time when I was like 15? 13? However, don’t be fooled. By then I had already watched it more than 50 times. 50 of those from a terribly recorded pirated movie my parents bought me. So I know the story inside and out, but I was a kid and holy fuck, I would throw that kid off a cliff anytime. I wanna think my critical thinking has improved since then.

The Pocahontas storyline is absolutely true, in the same amount that it is a fantasy for the main character. New world, new body, new people to make an impression on. Kinda isekai ahahah.

The way things fall in the best course of events to have a dramatic twist later is like patchwork for a story full of holes. I mean, the movie has the “i see you” and “open your eyes” motif all throughout it, but what do they mean inside the story itself?

Connection.

This is so blatant in everything from the way the protagonist gets into the program, the function of everything in the planet, to how the avatars work. To how the protagonist, an alien puppet, becomes a part of their people.

That is the dream of one Jake Sully. His dreams of flying were about fleeing? About being free to do as he pleased? About stopping being “himself” and be something else entirely and yet be seen as who he was?

It’s funny a story that is about connection relies heavily in the question of “who are you really?” And runs with the option “I wanna be the second version of myself that’s completely fake”

Escapism.

No wonder I loved this movie when I was young.

To me, the story is one big beautiful dream that has the potential to become a nightmare.

But if we kinda dig deeper into some things, there was so much wasted potential.

- The avatars are created using dna from humans and the kitties. But there’s really never information that talks about the avatars state when not in use. It’s taking a big ass leap to say “neural connections is what makes a consciousness a person. How that synapses happens is unique to each individual and can be recreated even in another brain”. But running with it…

- Avatars are an incredible project if thinking about permanently switching the brain where the connection happens. Imagine that. A new body to transfer your consciousness to. Forever. Blue kitties is just a form you could have.

- Avatars are incapable of forming their own consciousness? Can they wake up from their dream? The movie shows the death of an avatar controller but doesn’t show what happens to the avatar. Did it die of natural causes a few days later? Or did it die alongside its controller? It’s so creepy to think it’s a biological suit.

- That brings me to another thing. The native kitties knew about the puppets and were disgusted by them, butttt, they don’t really act logically when the protagonist says “I wanna learn” because they go “…we wanna learn from you too. Come! Be part of our tribe! :)” like..??? Where is the hostility??? It pops on and off as the story sees fit and that’s so annoying. (And the trying to upload all of someone into another body? I mean, I would have loved to see the thought process for that)

- It’s kinda awkward to see the “let’s learn from you” phase of the story be written like that after so much whump reading. As if the character was trusted from the beginning, he wasn’t observed. He was literally pulled to learn from them rather than them learn from him. It’s such a big loophole and I think if it had been exploited a bit more, giving time and more thought to the protagonist actions to get their trust, it would have been great. Maybe even showing more than a one second attempt to reach by some random kiddo being intercepted by her parents would have been amazing to show this. (I’m aware that this was supposed to be shown with the other guy, but the lack of solitary moments because the girl was always with him muddled it up)

- People don’t blend in into the culture like that and I hate there was no cultural shock shown in order to keep the escapism motif. Like damn, that’s the best nonverbal way to show someone has to wake up!!!

- Also, the protagonist is supposed to be no much brain only brawn and with a big need to escape his life. So his actions make sense, but in a way, gah, an smarter protagonist would have been cool to see. Our regular guy trope is not so fun when our regular guy is modeled after a mediocre white man.

- No, but the fact that the guy’s personality was a big part of the conflict pisses me off. If you wanna show there’s an amazing world you wanna and should protect that’s ~real~ then why cater to this specific dude’s fantasy? Because he is owed that much? Because he is the protagonist?? His problems got solved too easy to be satisfactory. (Even in the war?!)

Sorry for the word vomiting but if anything this movie has left me with yet another great idea for a puppet whumpee horror story. :D

#avatar james cameron #apologies for the sudden influx of posts about this #please blacklist the first tag if #you don’t wanna hear me ramble about it #avatar as a concept is really great #but the execution of the movie…..#I think it would be greater as a series #could make many things have better explanations #anyways #puppet whumpees my beloved #whump #movie essay #jejsjs #I truly mean this was my special interest

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emmettland · 1 month

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Gold and Green AU | Repost #20

Beneath A Golden (2023)

CW: explicit NSFW, noncon, dubcon, whumper to whumpee, brainwashing, fuck machine, bottoming for the first time

It was beneath a Golden to beg.

But it was also beneath a Golden to be stripped down to nothing, completely bare save for the glowing red ring around his neck.

It was certainly beneath a Golden to be forced into his own Reformation machine. Forced by the ring puppeteering him to move his limbs into position, all for Mavik's sick pleasure. As he sat down, metal clamps locked his limbs into place with a series of sharp clicks, sealing the Golden's fate.

The seat was thrust forward, forcing him to be on his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart. Shame burned under his skin, and something close to fear made his chest tighten, his breath escaping him in short, shallow bursts. Not because he did not know what would happen; Cassius Helven knew exactly what would happen.

"That's a pretty sight," Mavik drawled, their footsteps creeping up behind him. Cassius jolted when a gloved hand smacked his ass, nearly biting his tongue to keep quiet. "You know, as much as I'd love to have such a long, nice-looking cock in my ass, I just love breaking in the Goldens. Always so tight and sensitive."

Cassius heard a switch flip, and the machine turned on.

Greens were raised to give pleasure, and Golds were raised to take and inflict pain. They became hardened with combat, desensitized to fear, fortified by the bonds of kinship they shared. As a Golden, the most superior of Golds, Cassius was used to pain, and could lose a limb in battle without batting an eye. He was used to pleasure as well, from the wet mouths and tight holes of Greens who lived to service him, of his beloved True Green who was taken from him.

This kind of pleasure was unknown to him.

The metal plate that his bare chest was pressed up against started buzzing, creating pleasant vibrations that made Cassius shudder as his nipples hardened. Rather than spear him open, a thin, lubricated rod breached his opening, barely causing any discomfort as it slid deeper inside, save for the disgust clawing at Cassius' throat.

His cock was left hanging between his spread legs, untouched and ignored. But it began to swell against his will when the rod reached his prostate, and Cassius nearly gasped when it started buzzing. He clenched his jaw as it pressed down and started massaging the bundle of nerves, his body twitching as a white-hot sensation shot through his veins, spreading under his flushed skin, making his toes curl and his breath catch.

It felt so good.

"Ooh, that's good," Mavik said, as if reading his mind. They stepped out from behind him to stand in front of him, forcing Cassius to be at eye level with their clothed erection.

It did not stay clothed for long.

The ring forced his mouth to open. He fought against it, trying to use the burning pain in his jaw as a distraction from the heat coiling in his abdomen. But it was a losing battle, and once his lips were pried apart, Mavik cupped his cheek with a condescending smile and thrust their cock inside.

Cassius gagged. But unless he wanted to choke, he had to hollow his cheeks and accept the intrusion, relaxing his throat and blinking harshly to keep his eyes from tearing up.

Crying, like everything else right now, was beneath a Golden.

Mavik sighed blissfully, slowly thrusting in and out until the Golden could take all of them in, their balls touching his chin. "I may need the ring to control you now," they said, tangling their hand in his silky white hair, "but I will not need it forever, little Golden."

Cassius refused to believe that. Mavik would always need the ring, because Cassius would never subject himself to this willingly. He would never submit like the Greens that he brought here for this exact purpose, strapped into the same machines to be taught a lesson. To be reminded of their place.

His place was above a mistake like Mavik. His place was back with Logan, without Derek Bornachi to interfere. Eventually, he would find his way back to it.

Eventually.

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Mavik looked pleased. Cassius took pride in that; to please his Master was his only purpose in life, now that he was no longer burdened by the responsibilities of being a Golden.

It was a wonderful thing, really. Cassius used to wonder how Master got Golds and Goldens to grovel at their feet and assumed that they just went insane in the Elos ring. But now he knew. They did not lose their sanity; they simply found their freedom.

It was a wonderful thing, really, to not have to decide anything. To have Master decide what you felt, and what you thought, and what you did. How long had it been? How much time had passed where he was just a body to warm Master's bed, a toy for Master's pleasure, a hole for Master and Master's chosen ones to fuck? How long had his mind been melting from pleasure, from praise, from being rewarded just for being an enjoyable fuck? Cassius had no idea, but really, did it matter? Of course not. All that mattered was Master's pleasure.

Master's pleasure was his pleasure.

How long had it been since he last fought back? Gods, he didn't know. He hated to think about it. Hated to think about all of the infuriating times he got so close to escape, only to find out Mavik was toying with him the whole time. All of the times where he was forced to degrade himself, forced to just take it, until it felt pathetic just to resist because there was no point to it.

At some point, he finally realized it would do him no good. The more that he was forced to throw away his pride, the more he just wanted to rid himself of the shame, the disgust, the hatred he had not just for Mavik, but himself.

Because he was weak. So utterly, helplessly, pathetically weak, and the weakest thing about a Golden was their ego.

But if there was no ego--

If there was no self-assured arrogance, no superiority complex holding him to such high standards, no unrealistic expectations that he had to live his life by, always making sure he was above others and in control of himself--

"You've finally earned this, Cassius."

There was no shame.

Master didn't need to use machines anymore. Cassius dropped to his hands and knees willingly, the moment that Master ordered him to. He gasped when Master's cock thrust into him, tears springing to his eyes not out of pain, but pure joy. After all this time, he finally had the honor of Master's cock inside of him. Not just using his mouth, but actually claiming him. Giving him their Blessing.

"What do you say to your Master, hmm?"

"Thank you, Master," Cassius gasped out, a strained cry pulled from him when Master started thrusting, burying their cock deep inside of him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

my writing x emmettsin x gold and green au x ko-fi

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nat-1-whump · 7 months

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🐗 Monster transformation whump

Fantasy whump ideas no. 5

(Huge thanks to an anon for suggesting this, it turns out there's more whump potential for this than I thought! Sorry for disappearing for... Four months, I think?)

Speaking of transformation, why are they being turned into a monster? Maybe Whumper injected them with a strange serum, after kidnapping Whumpee and taking them to some sort of lab, where Whumpee found themself strapped to a table surrounded by blinding white lights. Or Whumper cursed them with some sort of magic, having spent hours researching the most potent and painful spells to do so, maybe even with the intention of feasting on Whumpee's life force or using them as a puppet of sorts. Alternatively, Whumper didn't do anything to turn Whumpee into a monster, but they enjoy Whumpee's pain nonetheless... Because Whumpee actually brought this curse on themself.

The transformation itself is physically agonizing. Whumpee writhes in pain as their body twists and contorts into a new creature. Scales, fangs, or fur grow in feeling like they're stabbing through Whumpee's skin, slowly ripping them apart. Their head feels like it's full of hot lead. They plead with Whumper to make it stop, but to no avail. They're forced to feel every part of their body warp into something unrecognizable.

Monster Whumpee now has urges that they never had before. They crave meat, they want to smash through walls, rip things to shreds, you name it. Whumper taunts them, telling them to go forth and follow these urges like the beast they are. Whumpee suppresses these urges out of fear of hurting anyone, possibly begging Whumper or Caretaker to restrain them, or doing so themself. Once restrained, the urges bubble up even more and they find themself begging to be let go.

Eventually their feral nature gets the best of them. They break free, and in unleashing themself they unleash destruction. It's as if they're being dragged into it by forces beyond their control, their vision turning red. By the time they regain control of themself, Monster Whumpee has to face what they've done as a puddle of blood spreads across the ground before them.

Monster Whumpee gets treated like a dangerous animal, nothing but a threat to contain. Maybe their captors don't know that Monster Whumpee used to be a person... or they know but simply don't care. Whumpee begs them to let them go or help them turn back, but nobody will. They have to listen to gasps and camera clicks as they're hunted down.

Monster Whumpee gets shot with a tranquilizer dart. Their limbs feel like they're full of lead. They collapse on the ground, slipping out of consciousness as they're tied up, muzzled, and hauled away. (Muzzle whump my beloved...)

They wake up bound completely, every limb tightly wrapped in leather and chains. A thick muzzle over their face feels like it's suffocating them. Their restraints force them into a kneeling position on the dirty concrete floor. Whumper circles around them, tracing their finger along Monster Whumpee's skin. Monster Whumpee can't move in protest, though the anger and defiance still forces its way out in the form of muffled growls.

While desperately trying to escape, Monster Whumpee gets injured. With nobody willing to go anywhere near them, let alone treat them, they end up trying to treat their wounds themself, which may make the injury even worse.

Whumper agrees to protect Whumpee, but only if Whumpee lets Whumper use them as a subject for a series of tests. Though Whumper may initially claim it was for research and nothing more, it becomes more and more apparent that Whumper gets a thrill out of torturing Whumpee and recording the results. This may end badly for Whumper though. After all, what makes them think they can keep this monster contained indefinitely?

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