My side blog purely for whump content. @not-sure-what-im-feeling is my main blog. Get the oc info there. The picrew in my pfp is here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1342558 Have fun lovelies!
TERFs, Zionists, Israel supporters, bigots, and assholes will be blocked. NSFW or NSFW heavy blogs will be blocked; I am a minor.
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Are prompts/requests open?
Yes / No
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Warnings for this blog:
It’s a whump blog. That means you can expect heavy angst, blood, violence, torture, swearing, etc. I’ll do my best to tag things, but this blog is still for whump. If you just know me from @not-sure-what-im-feeling, but don’t want all this gore, leave this blog alone.
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What I’ll write (it’s it’s crossed out then I’m not currently doing it :3)
Sanders sides (ehhhhhh kinda….)
Spies are forever!!
Generic whump (using Whumpee/Whumper type “naming”)
My own ocs
Your ocs (please provide some sort of description of them if you’d like me to write them)
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My name list:
Xavier (my main name, but use whatever)
Levi
Ace
Erudite
Logan
Orion
Steller
Anything you want to call me as long as it’s not disrespectful
Nicknames are chill and encouraged.
I use he/it, but I encourage you to be creative with pronouns! Neopronouns are loved by me. Please don’t use she/her, they/them or feminine aligned pronouns. I will see it as misgendering and correct and/or block you.
Every morning in the torture dungeon, the torturer (love your job and you’ll never work a day in your life) goes around greeting his victims with, “wakey wakey begs and achey.”
I want more chronic pain whump. Give me a cocky, independent character who suddenly can’t walk because a sudden rain storm aggravated their old leg wounds and now they have to lean on a friend to get home. Give me a usually stoic character shaking with pain during a flare up. Give me a character who’s finally healed having their first bad pain day and abruptly feeling like they’re back at square one.
Ok for the DVD commentary post ABSOLUTELY this one, from Remember Your Place (hope this is less than 500 words??):
At least Lady Maria was willing to give him the decency to leave him while he changed. The two guards at his door stayed, but at this point they felt just as human as he was. He got into the ball gown that she had so lovingly had made for him. The tailoring session was an unbearable nightmare, but that was to be expected with her. The torso was tight. Tight enough to remind him of his place, to keep him from getting just enough air, but not enough to cause any lasting damage. Lady Maria didn’t like damaged goods. The skirts, in all their many layers, provided an unfortunate hindrance to someone as inexperienced with gowns as Roman was. A surefire way to keep him from getting very far. The dozens of layers of white, beautiful and sparkling, sure to catch attention.
And the piece de resistance, the icing on the cake, his sash. Silk, soft, and stunning.
Oh, and red.
Bloody red.
The persistent, nagging, taunting reminder of everything. One wrong move and it wouldn’t just be the sash that would be red.
The gold of his collar matched it all quite well. The ruby gemstones as well. For a moment Roman worried about what the attendees might think about it, what they might say.
He realised that was the point. He was a pet, eye candy, a fancy artwork to be shown off.
ooh ho ho ho ho gotta be honest i just fucking love pet whump where the pet is decorated and dolled up. Roman to me is just the perfect trophy pet. I couldn’t stomach being a Whumper ever, but if i could…
Now, for the step by step commentary! Commentary will be bolded and purple
At least Lady Maria was willing to give him the decency to leave him while he changed. Omg guys she’s not a total monster see she gives her pet privacy while it changes. The two guards at his door stayed, but at this point they felt just as human as he was. DEHUMANIZATION YASSSS!!! I really liked toying with the idea that, given their position and the fact they’d just do whatever Maria said, they were kind of just robots, you know? Drones mindlessly filling out orders. He got into the ball gown that she had so lovingly had made for him. i just like ball gowns 🥰. There’s seriously no other reason to make it a dress, i just think they’re pretty, and all sides should wear dresses, whump or not. The tailoring session was an unbearable nightmare, but that was to be expected with her. The torso was tight. Tight enough to remind him of his place, to keep him from getting just enough air, but not enough to cause any lasting damage. Corsets should not be this tight but that was kind of the point. I’m a big fan of corsets and historical fashion and all that, so i want y’all to know that it being wrong was intentional. Lady Maria didn’t like damaged goods. Me when me when me when the Whumper doesn’t like damaged goods (the Whumpee). Me when the Whumper will hurt them and hurt them and hurt them but never physically, because that would ruin them. The skirts, in all their many layers, provided an unfortunate hindrance to someone as inexperienced with gowns as Roman was. Again, normally you would be able to move decently (maybe not full range of motion, it’s a ball gown) but Roman’s just shit. A surefire way to keep him from getting very far. HIS CLOTHES THEMSELVES ACT AS A LEASH, AS A CAGE. DO YOU HEAR ME. IS ANYONE THERE. The dozens of layers of white, beautiful and sparkling, sure to catch attention. he pretty 🥰 (also i wanna put him in a dress he’ll like, he deserves it)
And the piece de resistance, the icing on the cake, his sash. Rule of threes my beloved. Silk, soft, and stunning. Alliteration my beloved
Oh, and red.
Bloody red. mmmmm me when blood imagery
The persistent, nagging, taunting reminder of everything. One wrong move and it wouldn’t just be the sash that would be red. YAYYYYY THREAT OF PHYSICA HARM AND POSSIBLE DEATH!!!
The gold of his collar matched it all quite well. Casual collar mention whoop whoop! (whump whump…) The ruby gemstones as well. He has a pretty collar see 🥰 Maria cares about him see 🥰 For a moment Roman worried about what the attendees might think about it, what they might say. omg a self conscious king we love you dude
He realised that was the point. He was a pet, eye candy, a fancy artwork to be shown off. ME WHEN THE WHUMPEE IS JSUT A TROPHY JUST A PET JUST A LITTLE ACCESSORY TO THE WHUMPERS OUTFIT
i love this character so much bro. now show me how they’d look shaking and sobbing on the floor after their entire worldview and sense of self and worth has been shattered, all alone with no one in the world who cares enough about them to even politely ask if they’re okay
i feel like an often overlooked downside to 10-episode seasons and the death of the "monster of the week" format is that we get way less whump variety nowadays. used to be that there'd be dozens of opportunities for your fave to get punched or kidnapped or hypnotized or what have you. these days if it doesn't fit into the main plot, it just doesn't happen. this is a tragedy. we should be protesting.
