y’all ever cry over the Roswell incident

400 more words. 400 hundred more awful senseless bastard words and I can submit it like I’m throwing a trashbag directly into my tutor’s inbox.

It is uh. Done? Submitted.

tell me what your whumpee daydreams about

are their daydreams their last little streak of rebellion? daydreams of escape, freedom, some detailed plot about killing whumper and making them pay.

or are they just sweet, genuine respite? daydreams of beach days, of nights in with their loved ones, of the pet they plan to get after all of this and the way they’ll decorate their apartment.

or are their daydreams not their own anymore either? daydreams soaked in conditioning and stockholm syndrome. of staying with the whumper forever, bleeding for them forever. daydreams about soft days in the whumper’s arms. of being the very very best for them, and being told so every day.

this prompt is Sending Me!!! I am gonna say that my OC, Morja, daydreams about a better world. A world where he can be useful and not experience the horrors he is used to. About his efforts making a real, concrete difference in the creation of a happier, more stable place to live (especially for his fellow disposables). just…an absence of conflict, of pain, of aggression. where he gets to know that he has done well and can rest secure with that knowledge in his heart. He daydreams mostly of being good enough to not be hurt (at least most of the time - for less pain, less intense pain, less intense fear, ect. He’s too broken to wish for no pain at all). I’m also tagging @haro-whumps for the Group Whump slave characters and @whumping-every-day for the sweet vampire Ash :))) cause both of these whump bloggers are *chef’s kiss :))

Hhhhhhh this is amazing, thank you so much for the ping!!! 

For Ash… in the early days with Callum, his daydreams are pretty bleak. Mostly he daydreams of a life where he never has to burn in the sun ever again. He daydreams about an existence without quite as much pain. After he settles a bit, his daydreams turn a bit more detailed; being outside at night, and feeling the rain on his face. Running without being chased, just for the thrill of it. He daydreams of Callum, too, of making him happy long enough to stay forever. 

I’ll ping @wildfaewhump @robinshouseofwhump @pepperonyscience @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @ashintheairlikesnow 

Oooo, what an interesting concept!  Erzse - when her husband was alive and she wasn’t being accused of witchcraft and vampireness - daydreamed of having a family with her husband. Of filling their manorhouse with kids and pets, growing old with him and enjoying their land and country. When she was with Marius - her Sire - she daydreamed of a time when they wouldn’t have to keep moving in order to avoid detection. Now that she has her kids, she dreams of a time when they will be safe. She dreams of them being happy and healthy, safe from the world that would do them harm.  Christopher- He dreams of a world where he didn’t have the accident. Where his eyes still work and he doesn’t have to live his adventures in the books that he sits in his 4 room apartment to write. Where he doesn’t have to call Beth to ask for help finding the opening on a package. Where he doesn’t have to be dealing with a DOG he didn’t want that’s kneeling in his kitchen.   Alyaa - Has several daydreams. One where her Opa didn’t die and she didn’t meet Ethan and none of what happened happened. Where she could just stay the happy girl she was, where she could turn to Opa to make everything better and he’d help her do so. Now, she daydreams of life with Rory and Callum. Of making food with Callum in the kitchen, and of learning to trust Rory. She dreams that maybe - possibly - she’s found a family, an actual family, once again. Tagging @deluxewhump  @whump-it @garbagewhump @redwingedwhump if y’all want to do this! 

Before I get into this— Erzse… precious… now I want to see her in a domestic scene just living the dream, not bearing the burdens of a life on the run, for just five minutes. Five minutes of soft happiness. Then you can bring out the big guns in whump, and I’ll love you even more, but I am living for the soft stuff too.

Tw for suicidal ideation, murder, body horror.

Dale doesn’t like to daydream. Oh, he wishes he dreamt of saving his fellow captives, escaping. He wishes he dreamt of endless food and water. He wishes he still dreamt of Maddie, of kissing her breathless, of her laughter and the way she chewed her lip before going on a rant, of holding her with one hand and a cup of coffee in his other and watching the sunrise together. But no. No, he daydreams vividly, calmly, idly, of how it would feel to hurt Jaden and Shannon. How tacky their blood might feel on his hands, how their throats would collapse under his thumbs. Boy, do his hands shake.

Summer is a toss up. Sometimes she imagines peeling off her skin and emerging from the shed born clean again, born safe again, where no one will find her and bring her back so low. A human butterfly emerging from a scarred and damaged pupa. And sometimes she isn’t so poetic. Sometimes she just daydreams about her family and friends, going over in her mind every positive memory and even some of the bad, just to see their faces again when she closes her eyes. The bad ones, she goes over them with a fine tooth comb, trying and trying and trying to fix them. Maybe if she hadn’t said that. Maybe if she had just done this. Maybe maybe maybe. She drives herself to madness, with her head in the past, if she doesn’t sit there with prickling, itchy, dirty skin that she wants to rip off.

Thom is like a child trying to guess at a present, all sorts of different scenarios in mind but no less excited for even the least pleasant possibility. He imagines how his death might occur and how it might feel. Imagining that perhaps one day Jaden or Shannon will go too far, overestimate his ability to survive something simple, or grow tired of him and break his knee or leave him to rot. He imagines how his family would react, if maybe they would cry, or he imagines them never knowing, assuming he ran off somewhere and left them behind. For many long hours he’ll stare at Dale or Summer and wonder if they would mourn or let out a sigh of relief.

Tagging… @automaticwhumpthing and @galaxywhump

First of all I want to hug all of them and join forces with Dale against Jaden and Shannon ;_; Second of all, thank you! (cw for noncon mention, branding, alcohol and weight loss)

Wren used to daydream about kicking Daniel’s ass, getting back to Earth, turning the slavers in and ending their little business. Then he daydreamed about getting back the control over his body, which he had lost through the slavers’ and Daniel’s touch, losing his strength, being branded and finally being violated. After that he daydreamed about going back in time and having enough courage to get into a relationship with someone, or even just to hook up so that Daniel couldn’t be his first ‘romantic’ and sexual experience. The longer his captivity went on, though, the less he understood why he even wanted to be back on Earth, and eventually all he daydreamed about anymore was the vague concept of freedom and a drink.

tagging @faewhump @spookyboywhump @killtheprotagonist and @moose-teeth 

Whumpee is known for massively overdoing it when it comes to alcohol, which is why the group doesn’t really believe them when they insist, slurring and swaying, that they’ve only had a couple and they think they’ve been drugged. Which friend is Caretaker, the only one who listens and backs them up?

*realizes I have to describe Daniel's mess of a house in the next piece* well shit

two most iconic elements of Daniel's house that keep making Wren's life a living hell:

- the couch

- the front stairs