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[write-u-2-the-moon]

I'm practising creative writing under the hashtags below.

Thanks for your interest ❤️

Tag me if you were inspired by any of the prompts shared (or not! But I'd appreciate if you did I'd love to read what you come up with :))

Important: fuck shitrael.

[whump-whump-whos-there]

Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.

"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."

[tracingthetapestry]

friend seems to be saying something about their cat, but whumpee can't quite concentrate. the edges of them feel blurry and unformed.

they dig their nails into the tablecloth, the fabric rough and unpleasant, but somewhat grounding. blinking harshly, they try to settle back in their bones, but it proves to be a difficult feat.

"hey," friend says, drawing their attention. the absent-minded words have been replaced for something more concerned. their smile is gone. that's never a good sign, whumpee thinks from a place faraway.

"are you alright?" they say, trying to catch whumpee's eyes properly, "you haven't been answering anyone's calls... we are all really worried. you'll tell us if something is going on, right?"

and whumpee inhales sharply, the stale air like sharp pins in their lungs as a strange sense of vertigo overcomes them. nausea swells near the base of their throat as they rapidly swallow back the measly sips of coffee they had. it threatens to spill out right beside the plethora of words that fill their mouth, itching to get out, out, out.

but they breathe, and breathe some more. easy, they tell themself. easy. no one wants to know about your bullshit, something about that hurts. they are still not present enough. keep your mouth shut, a voice that sounds suspiciously like whumper's hisses through their thoughts.

they smile weakly at friend, raising their cup to their lips, "of course, I will. I'm okay," the words hurt, hurt, hurt, "don't worry about me."

there is no comfort to be found in the way their friend only seems to be worrying more throughout the rest of their meet-up.

[whumpshaped]

It has been months since Caretaker cut Whumpee off for being "too difficult". Now, no matter how much they're struggling, they push through, they are overproductive, they do everything that scares them without a flinch and never ever talk about the past that haunts them and the future that seems non-existent. They'll never be difficult again.

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee who seems an alright, well-adjusted type of person, nothing clearly hidden about them, until one day they just disappear. Only then their friends, trying to find them, start digging into whumpee's past.

And oh, the things they find.

[tracingthetapestry]

non-verbal whumpee scrambling back, back, back until they are firmly touching the mouldy wall, their chained hands clamped tight over their mouth— because they may have been shocked out of words, but the scream in their throat feels insistent— and this is a new person. that is never good. there is so much hit-and-trial as they try to figure out the rules, in order to avoid punishment.

they take slow, seemingly heavy steps towards whumpee's corner, their hands outstretched to display the lack of any implements. whumpee shudders and shrinks into a tighter ball. that has never protected them, before.

there are words, but they can't really make them out over the roaring fear. they are grabbed and pulled to their feet. the chains are unlocked. whumpee stares at them, feeling untethered. they want them back.

then they are being led away. what is this? the question loops around their head, over and over, as they are bundled up and put into an ambulance. they are asked questions but their words are no longer theirs. the anxiety has them awake and alert even as their body droops with exhaustion.

but when no blows for stumbling come, when any contact is minimal and when they aren't forced to give up information— eventually, sleep sneaks up on them.

[whumpbees]

Guys. I have so much tiny Whumpee brainrot rn. It's bad!! They're just so bitty that can't even be legal honestly?

Anyways! I have this idea in my head of a tiny fairy whumpee who had their wings taken for their magic or beauty or such being found by Caretaker outside, barely surviving. Tiny whumpee who's so terrified and caretaker [carewhumper?] who cannot in good concious just let them go <3<3

[whumpbees]

Guys. I have so much tiny Whumpee brainrot rn. It's bad!! They're just so bitty that can't even be legal honestly?

Anyways! I have this idea in my head of a tiny fairy whumpee who had their wings taken for their magic or beauty or such being found by Caretaker outside, barely surviving. Tiny whumpee who's so terrified and caretaker [carewhumper?] who cannot in good concious just let them go <3<3

[banchie]

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

[write-u-2-the-moon]

Non-physical abuse Whumpers are interesting. They never really put their hands on Whumpee but they're callous and don't care about how Whumpee truly feels anyway.

Reminds me of one mobile otome game I played on a whim– I picked the kindest looking guy because he seemed the easiest to deal with and he was the only one who first praised mc for being cute like a puppy (im weak to praise).

Well. He started treating her like an actual dog and forbade her from sitting on the couch becsuse dogs cant be on the couch. And I think she just. Wasn't allowed to have any opinions ever.

I didn't play it long because they started locking chapters and it was honestly kinda spooky lol.

[whumpbees]

Whumper and their tiny whumpee they keep in their pocket as a stress toy

[greelin]

“why do you rb and add to your own posts” i’m talking to myself

[wiltking]

having an oc you're obsessed with feels good as fuck

[aropride]

realizing there's no logical reason for the characters to be doing the thing you want them to be doing

realizing that just means you can find an illogical reason instead

[haplessbravado]

there's something about facial wounds and scars that really gets me.

you can't hide them. not really. bandages or other coverings reveal just as much or are even more conspicuous than the injury itself sometimes.

the irrevocable change. you won't look the same. small marks or big, slashes, burns, they warp who the victim sees in the mirror. they can't ever forget what happened.

so. much. blood. face and head wounds bleed so much. having to hold someone's jaw or cheek while you mend them??? having to look each other in the eye, see every flinch and grimace... (or not)???

AND THEN the comfort of being accepted with them?? especially if the other person knew the victim before they were injured. being told they're no different than they were before, that they're still loved??? or that they're better than the marks on their skin???

[succubusboyfriend]

you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.

[belovedwhump]

Beloved Whump Prompt #99

"No, no, no, please don't die, please don't die!"