break my heart by Joy Harjo
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break my heart by Joy Harjo
whumpee and caretaker falling in love through the intimacy of caretaking.
and when i say "intimacy," i don't even necessarily mean in the sexual sense. it's truly such an intimate experience and it brings caretaker and whumpee closer than they could have ever imagined. the feelings come naturally.
caretaker changes whumpee's bandages and their hands brush feather-light against whumpee's skin.
whumpee rests their head in caretaker's lap. they stare at each other, unspoken things passing between them.
caretaker bathes whumpee. they never once treat whumpee as a burden, or the responsibility of caretaking as a drag.
whumpee grasps caretaker's hand. caretaker strokes their thumb over whumpee's knuckles.
caretaker gently washes whumpee's hair.
whumpee asks caretaker to hold them. they rest like that, whumpee tucked in caretaker's arms, caretaker rubbing whumpee's back and humming to them.
Dear Life
by Maya C. Popa
I can’t undo all I have done unto myself, what I have let an appetite for love do to me.
I have wanted all the world, its beauties and its injuries; some days, I think that is punishment enough.
Often, I received more than I’d asked,
which is how this works — you fish in open water ready to be wounded on what you reel in.
Throwing it back was a nightmare. Throwing it back and seeing my own face
as it disappeared into the dark water.
Catching my tongue suddenly on metal, spitting the hook into my open palm.
Dear life: I feel that hook today most keenly.
Would you loosen the line — you’ll listen
if I ask you,
if you are the sort of life I think you are.
I actually do think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes
I think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes.
I think it’s better for abusers and abusive characters to realize the harm their past actions caused and seek to do better than be literally or metaphorically executed for their crimes.
Topaz Winters , from their book Portrait of My Body As A Crime I'm Still Committing.
when a character is so badly hurt/sick that their demeanour switches up entirely
chatty characters pale-faced and silent
quiet and reserved characters rambling deliriously
character who always resorts to humour clearly trying to think of a quip but coming up empty
no-nonsense character so loopy that they can’t stop giggling
a stoic character’s hands trembling in panic
an easily frightened character so far out of it that they aren’t aware of what’s happening to them, much less afraid
intelligent characters who can’t think straight
protective (self-sacrificial) characters letting someone else take the fall for them because they’re too weak to object
patient characters snapping at whoever comes near
affectionate character who wants to be alone
lone wolf who begs you to stay a minute longer.
While Everything Else Was Falling Apart
by Ada Limón
In the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen years ago now, the L train came clanking by where someone had fat-Sharpied a black heart on the yellow pillar you leaned on during a bleak day (brittle and no notes from anyone you crushed upon). Above ground, the spring sun was the saddest one (doing work, but also none). What were you wearing? Something hopeful to show the world you hoped? A tall man was learning from a vendor how to pronounce churro. High in the sticky clouds of time, he kept repeating churro while eating a churro. How to say this made you want to live? No hand to hold still here it was: someone giving someone comfort and someone memorizing hard how to ask for it again.
dear young/new/insecure/unsure/hurt/just plain bummed writers and artists: fanfiction and fanart isn’t a competition. your voice and words and your creations have inherent value regardless of your level of skill. art is art. don’t be discouraged please. keep writing, keep creating, keep posting, keep being unapologetically you
Weather
by Linda Pastan
Because of the menace your father opened like a black umbrella and held high over your childhood blocking the light, your life now seems
to you exceptional in its simplicities. You speak of this, throwing the window open on a plain spring day, dazzling after such a winter.
whumpee asking for love… for physical touch… for courage… for words of affection…
this is so good. especially if they’re very out of it with illness or injury. especially if they’re dying or near death. (don’t worry, they can get better.)
asking for their hand to be held. their hair to be stroked. their forehead to be touched. asking for a hug.
asking for an “i love you,” or an “it’s going to be okay,” or a “you were so brave,” or a “you fought well.” asking for an “i’m here,” or an “i’m not leaving,” or an “i’ve got you.”
asking for a kiss. asking to rest their head in someone’s lap. asking for someone to rest their head in their lap.
asking to lean against someone. asking to be taken outside to see the stars.
this can be so tasty any way, but imagine if whumpee is normally gruff and blunt and strong™️
Neil Hilborn, from their book About Time available here:
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btw. i keep getting told my begging is rlly hot, so. this is the basic formula i learned as a teenager:
1. request--the thing you're begging for. let me cum, don't spank me, get me pregnant, etc. be descriptive--usually, the more explicit, the better. make it sound appealing to your partner. refer to them by title (if applicable) in this step or the third step. not both.
2. promise--why they should do it. this can include descriptions of how whatever you're asking for will feel for them, how you'll react, or a promise for good behavior or quid pro quos. (in noncon scenes, this is also where you'd put a promise not to tell anyone/get the aggressor in trouble). this should be your longest section, and you CAN give more than one reason.
3. request--rephrase what you asked for in step 1. if step 1 was short, make this longer. if step 1 was long, make it shorter. this is the step where eye contact is most important.
in general, use a deferential, beseeching tone--you can choose how composed to keep it, but keep an undercurrent of "i'll die if you say no." (alternatively, you can lean into the humiliation of verbalizing your desires and speak soft and stuttery. but be warned, you'll run the risk of your dom making you repeat yourself louder.)
wait
wait fuck
THIS IS JUST BASIC ESSAY FORMAT FUCK
i love the world so much. why do i often forget this
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
"lay all your love on me" - honeymoon prompts
a prompt list by @novelbear
✧ only ever referring to each other as "husband" or "wife" the whole trip
✧ rubbing their back on a cruise as they're seasick
✧ "i cannot believe we're married. i get to spend the rest of my life with you."
✧ a storm on a cruise halts all the fun and they're stuck inside their rooms (which could lead to a different kind of fun but who's to tell)
✧ traveling around europe together, making it a goal to try as much new foods as they can
✧ burying one another in the sand and putting a bunch of sunscreen on their face because it's not like they can do anything
✧ "honey, look at this one!" "oh my god."
✧ wearing all the "just married" merch they can find and parading it around everywhere they go
✧ kissing in the rain in paris
✧ buying one another gifts after the wedding just because
✧ swimming together. giggling, laughing, picking one another up and kissing them.
✧ spending their honeymoon trying to find a house and planning the refurbishment
✧ a (not so) surprising pregnancy right when they get home
✧ "where should we go?"
✧ being sent off by loving family and friends
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The Work of Happiness by May Sarton
whump dialogue prompt #4
“just hold me, caretaker. hold me until it’s over, and then you can walk out of this, okay?”
“both of us. we’re BOTH walking out of this.”
bonus:
“no… not this time.”
MEMORY OF LOVE AS A SLASHER FILM
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