Y'all I need help - I have this snippet I read ages ago now stuck in my head and I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND IT.

It's about this (super?)villain who captured I think heros sidekick and once they're done interrogating them, they give them to their son(?) as a messed up gift or smth - I desperatly want to save it to my likes but I cannot locate it 😔

fresh, clean no-terf version for reblogs!

Your mom and aunts aren’t on tumblr.  Please warn them about this as well. 

Thank you! I’ve been looking for the TERF-free version of this.

Hey! I’m the age of some of your moms and aunts and the OG version of this post helped me catch my cancer in 2023. I had a hysterectomy at the beginning of 2024 and I’ve been cancer-free since then. If I hadn’t read this information, I wouldn’t have reported bleeding to the next doctor I saw. I might have died, and I probably would have had to undergo chemo and/or radiation, both of which I avoided.

Keep the reblogs going to save a life!

Preeeesentingg, Sinking Town!!

This is a gift for @jumpywhumpywriter !! This is inspired by one of their stories, ‘Badly Injured Hero Sidekick Shows up at Villain's Base’ I suggest you read it before watching the vid if you haven’t read it yet!

The video took about like, almost three days to make cause I’m very new to tweening. But I’m really glad I finished it because I love how it turned out ^^

What happens in order: Spoilers in case you haven’t read it!!

THIS IS SO COOL!!!

Secret

"We never actually set the punishment for running away, now did we?" Whumper said, more to himself than to his captive audience as he paced about, circling the two tied up figures. "Disobedience, yes, talking back, sure, lying... obviously. But escaping..."

Whumpee and Caretaker glanced at each other in the dreadful silence that followed. Whumpee didn't dare break it; Caretaker couldn't, being both bound and gagged.

Then Whumper exhaled. "Well, that's on me, to be fair. I didn't think we'd need it. And yet..." he trailed off. He spread his arms wide, looked the kneeling Whumpee dead in the eyes, and his voice dipped to a growl that finally showed his displeasure over his casualness: "Here we are."

Little Whumpee thought that everything would be ok, he was getting better wasn't he?

Finally getting his meds, people starting to believe him.

So the mature content filter seems to be going more haywire than usual lately, but it is kind of fun to click on the special forbidden posts. Sometimes it’s a bouquet of flowers. Sometimes it’s the heated rivalry guys having sex. You never know what it’s gonna be until you click. Feels like enrichment.

There will be times when you’re writing your stories and you end up writing characters that you can breeze through their scenes. Dialogue is amazing, their behaviour is spot-on. They answer like fire, and they do everything right.

Then you also have characters where writing them is an uphill battle and every time you sit down to write anything about them. You just feel like nothing clicks, even though you know you’ve been consistent. You feel like this character needs to be deleted or reworked or what have you.

Have a little trust in yourself, and if you’re having doubts about a character, leave the story be for a few days, or have someone else look at your story and provide feedback. You’re more skilled than what a difficult character would be. I’ve been there. I know how it feels (it can also be that you dont know the motivations for that character —like it was my experience— but I’ll make a separate post about that at a later time.

Writer stuff

Have you guys ever realised that sometimes we write like writers not like actual people? Okay wait, hear me out because I swear this makes sense.

Sometimes I’m reading something (or my own stuff 💀) and I’m like… no one talks like this. NO ONE. Why is every sentence perfectly structured? Why is everyone delivering emotionally devastating one-liners on cue? Why did this character just explain their entire trauma in one clean paragraph with little to no hesitations?

Real people don’t do that. Real people ramble. They start a sentence, stop, restart it, abandon it halfway through. They say “I don’t know” seventeen times while very clearly knowing something, just not how to say it. They say something stupid out of pocket and then immediately go “—that’s not what I meant, wait. STOP”. They go "um" or "uhh" like 5 times in a single sentence like it's a proper word.

And especially when emotions are high? Dialogue gets MESSY. YOU UNDERSTAND WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?! It’s not: “I’m afraid of losing you because I've been abandoned my entire life.”

It’s: “I just— I mean— you always do this. And I know that’s not fair, I know it’s not, but it feels like you’re already halfway out the door.”

Or even: “Can you just… don’t. Okay? Just don’t.”

Sometimes the most realistic line is literally: “I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I just— I don't know.” 🤷

I think we get so caught up in making lines sound good that we forget they’re supposed to sound real. Sometimes people talk just to fill the silence. Sometimes they say the wrong thing. Sometimes they don’t explain themselves properly and only realise it later in the shower.

Which reminds me: SHOWER THOUGHTS count too, you know. Like, my character is having an emotional BREAKDOWN. She isn't going to be in the shower like 'oh my god my life is messed up, but hey when life kicks you down, you get up and deal with it 😊'.... like hell no. She'd be like Why did I say that. Oh my god why did I say that. I should not have said that. What the frik frak. Noooo...

ALSO ☝️ STUTTERING COUNTS — and I don’t mean as a condition. I mean normal human brain lag. And YES. EVEN IN NORMAL CONVERSATIONS. ESPECIALLY IN NORMAL CONVERSATIONS.

Think about it. You as a writer would think, okay, they'd say something like... "Can you get that for me? You know what? Don't bother, I'll do it myself." But wait... your character doesn't have that time.

They're not writers. They're humans, and they're changing their mind halfway through a sentence. They've realised what they’re about to say sounds weird. They’re multitasking. They’re tired.

So you get stuff like: “Can you— actually, wait, never mind, I’ll do it.”

Or: “I was gonna— well, not— it doesn’t matter.”

Or even: “Yeah, I— yeah. That works.”

And you don’t need to overdo it — one dash, one restart, one “I mean—” is enough. Which is why em dashes are so important. So when uncultured swines say 'em dashes are AI', tell them to shove that sht up their— I mean politely tell them to shut the fu up.

Anyway. I’m done. (I’m not.)

Also I just realised I’ve been talking about writers like we’re a separate species from humans. Which… okay. Maybe we are.

Normal people have conversations. Writers have conversations and then mentally annotate them like interesting pause, noted for later. So yeah. Same species. Different operating system.

Anyway. I’m done. (I’m still lying.)

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Whumpee unclenches their jaw, sighing into the fragrant steam.

Too-hot water pounds down on them, slowly unknotting their shoulders. With their eyes closed and the sharp florals of Caretaker's fancy shampoo filling the shower, Whumpee feels almost peaceful.

Then the light flickers on, bright behind their eyelids, and the door opens, and—

"Why's the—" Caretaker mumbles, cutting themself off with a yelp.

"Whumpee?" they ask, sounding much more awake.

"Yeah." Whumpee stares at the pink-tinged water pouring off them, grateful for the flimsy barrier of the shower curtain.

"Why was the light—never mind, priorities. Come out of there, I'll get the first aid kit."

"I'm not hurt." Whumpee cups water in their hands, splashing at a stubborn blood smear on the wall.

"Your clothes..."

"It's not my blood."

"That's better, I guess, but. Uh." Caretaker sounds worried, but not scared. Not yet.

"Whumper called me," Whumpee grits out. The water at their feet is mostly clear, now. "They knew where we are."

"Whumpee..." Caretaker's voice shakes with some emotion that Whumpee can't unpack, not right now. "You're killing for them again?"

Whumpee laughs, a short bark of a thing that startles themself as much as it seems to startle caretaker.

"Not for them, no." In the pause, Whumpee sticks their hand out, and Caretaker passes them a towel obligingly. Whumpee wraps themself up and leaves the safety of the shower, bringing a cloud of copper-scented steam with them. They meet Caretaker's worried gaze head-on. "I handled it. They won't hurt us ever again. We're safe."

OC questions related to Death

(because I couldn't find any so I made some myself)

TW: suicide mentioned briefly

1: What do they believe happens when you die?

2: Do they actively fear death/how do they feel about themself dying?

3: Have they experienced someone close to them die?

4: If someone close to them does die, how would they cope with it?

5: If someone they don’t know that well dies, how would they react to it?

6: How long does it take for them to process it when someone has died?

7: Have they ever killed someone? 

8: Is there anyone they believe deserves to die?

9: Have they ever wanted to kill themself?

10: What do they want to have done and accomplished before they die?

11: What do they want for their funeral and those close to them after they die?

12: What would they be thinking about and feeling in their final moments?

Whump Prompt #1

CW: Abuse mention, isolation, mention of death

Choice

Whumpee is brought to a room where Whumper is setting up a camera feed.

“I’m going to call your friends,” says Whumper. “I’ll issue my demands, then cut to a feed of you so they can see you’re alive and well.” They point to a chair next to a table with a microphone on it.

“I can talk to them?” asks Whumpee.

“Yes, as much as you like, I’ll keep the feed going. But for every word you say you’ll get a lash of the whip and wear a gag for an hour afterwards, so I suggest you make sure it’s worth it.”

NEVER LET YOURSELF BE STOPPED BY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF YOU STARTED EARLIER!!!!! THE ONLY TIME WE HAVE IS NOW

-Someone

introduction / buried alive

Synopsis: Rory is a newly realized immortal, whose supposed "gift" has brought her nothing but suffering. Her latest captors have gotten tired of her and decide to dispose of her in the only way they can think of for someone who won't die.

Content Warnings: immortal whumpee, mentions of torture/abuse, female whumpee, bound & gagged, buried alive, asphyxiation & death

Author Note's: Eyy, my first published whump story! Meet my immortal whumpee, Rory. She's always having a bad time <3

I nearly forgot - it’s been one whole year since I published my first whump fic! Happy birthday to Rory and to this blog!

WOAH