A place for short snippets of OC writing. Largely whump, so expect angst and violence, but also kindness. Follows and likes from Chiroptera Jones. She/her pronouns, early thirties. You can call me LJ or Chiro.
A masterpost of all my writing that has masterposts! I mostly run to fantasy, heavy on the character relationships and angst.
Long things:
Ruler and Empress - Probably my most popular, this starts rough but gets fleshed out rapidly. The monarch of a defeated nation contends with the cruel whims of their conqueror. Gilded cage, sadistic choices, vicarious punishment.
Illiam and Helis - Two old friends from university meet up on the opposite sides of a war. Fantasy bigotry, morally grey/sympathetic villain.
Galen and Everet - Set in the world of Dragon Age in the mage-templar war, a templar helps out a mage and deserts from his corrupt company. Sympathetic captor, drug addiction.
TJ and Danny - Set in Wildfaeâs Pathverse, the handler of an oppressed telepath becomes disillusioned with his job. Sympathetic captor, institutionalised whump.
Consort Rill - This is currently being turned into a novel! So itâs not going to be here anymore.
First of the Hollow - Our protagonist swears themselves in servitude to an ancient forest spirit, and bad times ensue. First person narration with body horror/gore.
Short things:
Torin - old disconnected pieces about a lost winged boy. Kept as a scientific curiosity, wing whump, sympathetic captor.
Dissonance - Fanfic for the book Oceanâs Echo, containing involuntary telepathy, forced mindlink, enemies to friends.Â
Keldinâs story - Angsty bodyguard/Prince romance, first person.
Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
a character who truly, legitimately goes âbut why does that matter?â about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around themâs faces as they realize that this person doesnât recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesnât think of themselves as a person?
basically the best thing any character can do is decide they don't want to be afraid anymore - in fact they never want to be afraid of anything ever again - and take action so drastic they fail to realise that this too is a decision motivated by fear. or to account for the Consequences of that.
[with obvious perverted intent] hey. don't you want to release the safety catches on that character. don't you want to flip off all the switches holding them back and let the control rods go.
Stoic whumpee desperately searching for a small, quiet, private place, just to scramble into it and let themselves break down. They couldnât let anyone see but they just couldnât hold themselves together anymore.
Sobbing with their hands clamped tight over their mouth, eyes squeezed shut, trying to get it over with, trying to cry it all out and force themselves numb again, but every time they think theyâre calm enough to try again, another wave of grief and justâŠdespair hits them all over again.
Does someone find them? A teammate? Whumper? A caretaker? Or do they manage to crawl out of their hiding place undiscovered, to save face for another day?
like the betrayalâs always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didnât matter. someone discards you because they didnât give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say âI love you. I would make the same choice again.â You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.
âI thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.â <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.
âI thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldnât.â <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.
okay. something about the way i worded this is making people think this is a vent thing about real relationships. and itâs fine if thatâs where it took you. but i feel like i need to be transparent here: this be blorboposting. karlach cliffgate and her terrible awful no good very bad betrayal.
i will ensure you stay alive above all else. even if what i do to make it happen is horrendous. even if it violates all your wishes or moral principles. even if you can never look at me the same way again, even if you hate me for it. because at least if you hate me it means youre alive
the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face
Shout-out to characters who don't plan to survive their stories! Heroes who think they can only atone for their failures through sacrifice, villains who don't think they deserve to live in the world they're trying to create. Gimme that passive suicidality baby, mm-mm, delicious.
And let's not forget the ones who don't expect to die or anything, but are always half-thinking "well I'm the most expendable one in our team so if someone needs to sacrifice themselves obviously it should be me." Like, no bitch! You're also part of the team! You matter! Shut up and accept it already! (But also don't because the rock-bottom self-esteem makes you so compelling.)
I haven't been able to work on my novel lately because baby, so apparently all I get is unedited scenes for Future Lian. Sequel to here. No idea who Lian is? Go here.
The inn was in relatively good shape, which made Kite unreasonably suspicious. For a long time, the only establishments that had escaped theft and vandalism were those that owed loyalty to the Empire, so unscarred tabletops and well-fed, calm staff set off alarm bells.
But they were on foreign soil, so none of that applied. He still distrusted it.
At the other end of the room, his Ruler sat negotiating with a pack of foreign merchants. Three of them, lined up on the other side of the table from them, as if the Ruler were somehow on trial.
At least, it had started that way.
âHoly shit,â his second said, leaning in the doorway beside him. âIsnât that the guy who said heâd set his dogs on you if he caught you here again the last time?â
âYes.â
They watched in silence for a few moments. Ruler Lian was speaking at some length, making small graceful hand motions to expand on their point. The merchant in question was listening with his chin propped on one hand.
âAnd here I thought they were for decorative purposes only,â his second said.
Ruler Lian was listening, head inclined attentively underneath the tumble of their dark hair and its floral clasp. They were making notes now. They interjected a few points, that had the foreigners nodding along in agreement.
âIf they can get us those grain shipments,â his second said, âThat alone will pay for lugging them along all this time.â
Kite grunted in agreement. He watched the table, and the Rulerâs businesslike but elegant figure, and turned thoughts over in his head with great care.
âWe will get our supplies,â Ruler Lian said, on their way out of the foreign town. Dust coated the ankles of their robes. âThe concessions after the war may be a little steep, but they were generous under the circumstances.â
âI admit Iâm surprised,â Kite said frankly.
Ruler Lian smiled, warm and tired and somehow older than it had any right to be. âDo you think the Empire makes itself popular with our neighbours?â
Kite shrugged, conceding the point.
âDo you mind,â he said after a few moments. âIf I ask you something⊠delicate.â
âGo ahead.â
âYou didnât really kill the Empress,â Kite said. âDid you?â
The Ruler stopped walking. Kite turned, to keep their face in view, but he missed whatever expression it had first. Now their eyes searched his face, confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âWe all heard the stories while you were gone,â Kite said. âThat while the city burned, you killed the Empress in her palace. But it isnât true, is it?â He folded his arms. âItâs propaganda, or just a wild rumour that took hold. Iâve seen you these last few weeks, and forgive me for my bluntness, I donât want this to come across as an insult, but I just canât picture it.â
Today had brought that home to Kite. He could appreciate what Lian brought to the cause, even admire skills he didnât possess, but they didnât include violence and never would.
Ruler Lian was silent.
âAnd you never talk about it,â Kite pressed. âWhenever somebody brings it up, you change the subject. Iâll be frank: it was part of the reason I agreed to join forces with you. It made me think you were more than just an Elven puppet. Made me think there was something worth salvaging in the old dynasties.â
Ruler Lianâs face reacted then, a disapproving frown that was wiped away quickly.
Kite shook his head. âThis is coming across as an accusation. And it isnât intended to be, exactly, more fool me for buying into stories. But I do want to know why you let the story stand.â
The Ruler looked away. âBecause itâs true. I did kill her.â
Kite sucked his teeth. âNowâŠâ
âI donât like to talk about it,â they interrupted, âbecause everybody speaks as though itâs something to be honoured. With admiration, as you did. But truthfully I am ashamed.â
Kite recoiled slightly. Surely he was not going to hear⊠what? A defense of the Empress? An appeal to honour? Surely the Ruler didnât think they could have negotiated with the tyrant.
Thousands of people following my standard, he wanted to say, and I pledged them to you, partially because you killed our biggest monster. Even if it was symbolic, even if I knew I could take them back at any time, I stood behind you.
âWhy,â he managed to say. He had first suspected, and then accepted that they hadnât done it. But you did and wish you hadnât?
âBecause it wasnât admirable,â Lian said. Their mouth pressed together, lips thinning. A strand of dark hair fell from the knot at the back of their head, and they didnât tidy it away. âIt wasnât heroic. It could have doomed us all.â
âThe Empress was dead,â Kite said slowly. âPeople danced for joy the continent over. The chaos of her death is what allowed our army to gain the ground it has, without that we would have nothing now.â
Ruler Lian shook their head, impatient. Their voice, when they spoke again, was low and controlled. âI know that now. But I didnât when I did it. What if it hadnât worked out like that? What if there wasnât a succession crisis, what if her nephew took over immediately and crushed us? I think about it often.â They met Kiteâs eyes briefly, and he could see⊠something. Some shadow of past fear, past pain. âYou donât understand, do you?â
âNo,â Kite said frankly.
They sighed. Tentatively, they gestured for Kite to keep walking, and he did so.
They smoothed their sleeves as they walked.
âBeing with the Empress,â they said, and had to stop for a moment. âI had to be⊠so, so careful. Consider every action so thoroughly. Every mistep I made brought death to those around me. But on that night, I didnât. I acted from blind panic. Through sheerest luck, it turned out well, but I donât think I deserve any of the credit.â
Ah. âBut it worked out well.â
âBut it might not have.â
Kite couldnât help himself. âHow did youâŠâ
âShe turned her back,â the Ruler said simply. âI suppose she thought, like you, that I could not possibly be a threat. And she spoke of her plans for the city, to kill so many that I could not think for terror, and I hit her from behind. So you see, it wasnât an act of great combat prowess any more than it was a well-reasoned plan.â
Kite shook his head. âYou will drive yourself crazy like that,â he said bluntly. âFretting yourself to bits on what-ifs. You still think about it? Itâs been two years.â
They inclined their head. âNot as much as I once did. But yes.â
âWell⊠well, stop,â Kite said. âHistory is made in⊠in small moments, like that, sometimes. Do you think I knew for certain that Iâd win? When I started the arson attacks, that first year of occupation? Do you think we all went into it because we thought our lives were guaranteed?â
The Ruler was silent and thoughtful, as they walked. Doubtless they were running through the reasons it was different for them, but they didnât say any of it.
âI would rather,â they said, with some difficulty, âBe lauded for my work winning aid from the Elves, and for this campaign. Those feel⊠like things I have done, rather than luck.â
âIâll drink to that,â Kite said.
He didnât quite dare to throw his arm around his Ruler, or promise to get them drunk. Which might be for the best; he still felt he barely understood them.
Oh but I do love it when the injured whumpee is held captive in an enemy hospital...
I probably yap about this a lot. But. There are so so many yummy whumpy options here!
Want your whumpee to suffer a lot? Great choice! The enemy medical staff keep whumpee in restraints at all times, probably drug them, and are downright hostile to whumpee. They're keeping them alive for some reason (maybe for interrogation later?) but they're doing the bare minimum. Or maybe they do a little war crime as a treat and subject whumpee to some medical experimentation. Or maybe the enemy doctors are known for hurting or killing patients on purpose.
Or! Maybe the enemy medical staff are just kind of... there. They're not cruel, but there's no tenderness in their work, either. They're brisk, efficient, and cold, and most of the time they act like whumpee isn't even there. They're impartial, and maybe they barely acknowledge whumpee at all, leaving whumpee to wonder what's going to happen next. Or, alternatively, they explain everything in a detached way, like one talks about the weather.
Or, consider this. The enemy medical staff are... surprisingly caring? Maybe they're apologetic carewhumpers, or maybe they're kinder than whumpee's own team. They try to keep whumpee comfortable, bring them pain meds and make sure they get enough to eat, and treat whumpee gently. Whumpee was expecting to be hurt, but instead gets comfort and kindness-- which might shake up their worldview a bit.
they're kind, but in the way a veterinarian is kind. They don't want to hurt whumpee, maybe even try to comfort them, but there's zero care for their autonomy or dignity.
They're kind and seem ethical, maybe they object to the worst injuries... but only up to a point. At the end of the day they're going to go along with whatever heinous thing their superiors want, even if they feel bad about it.
Scenario for your handler or sympathetic captor needs: when the whumpee is usually defiant and uncooperative despite captor's attempts to be reasonsable/fair. And then one day they approach the handler, quiet and serious and intense. There's a thing they want. Very badly. What do they need to do to earn it?
And maybe the thing they want is reasonable, so much so it should be a given, they shouldn't have to earn it. Handler doesn't really want to deny it.
Buuut. They sure COULD use a little cooperation with something. Do they need to tell whumpee the thing they want doesn't need bargaining for?
Or do they say, get your numbers up this week and we'll see, or maybe if the job goes well or that depends how you act on the mission doesn't it?
the other day i started reminiscing about the stories that got me into whumpblr circa 2018, when i first began lurking, through 2020 when i finally made a blog and got involved. soooo: appreciation post time! here's a list of some stories i read way back when and still think of fondly. i'm also gonna make a project out of rereading and reblogging at least parts of these.
without further ado:
@wildfaewhump's talvos and iesin (fae lab whump!), and also their pathverse (institutionalized superpower whump) (zipper lore: pathverse is what finally convinced me to make a blog!)
@friendlylocalwhumper's lux and the hunter (captivity & magic whump) and marlow (honestly i remember less plot and more aesthetics from that one but it was such a vibe)
@whump-sprite's anders stuff (absolutely brutal, very whumperflies-inducing)
@robins-whump's finn saga (captivity whump) (i have a really vivid memory of reading this between classes in high school and then having to go into class all dazed with whumpy thoughts lol)
@crash-bump-bring-the-whump's a gentle death (grim reaper lab whump) (you KNOW i was there for that sweet lab whump)
@tendertenebrosity's Ruler and Empress (royal forced marriage) (damn i'd forgotten about that one!), Illiam and Helis (fantasy political whump), and TJ and Danny (pathverse whump)
@whatiswhump's Alfie and Dr. Harris (psychiatric whump)
@clockworknightmares' laurent series (useful whumpee/captivity whump)
@knivestothroats' in the woods somewhere (captivity - get this - in the woods) (also i totally forgot this started all the way back when but i guess it did!)
the great thing about tumblr is that you can (and should!) keep giving love to your favorite writing even years after it was posted. so go give these blogs some appreciation! they deserve it. and if you've ever felt like making a shoutout post for your own foundational whump stories, please do!
