whumpee with an ankle injury who can't afford to stop running

consider also: whumpee who can never stop running, if they don‘t want to die. maybe they are getting chased by an entity or are caught in a strange, seemingly endless dimension.

their shoes are worn through, their feet are destroyed and bleeding. every step is torture. perhaps they tripped and injured their ankle or leg and running aggravates it even more. they are dehydrated, starving, barely having the time to eat whatever is in their way. they haven’t slept in days.

they won‘t last much longer.

Right now ADORING the....hmmm idk even what to call it. The "character on the run in an unfamiliar city, trying to survive out on the streets while remaining anonymous, forming NO connections whatsoever and going at it completely alone because for whatever reason they can't trust anyone -- anybody could be one of Them -- so they grit their teeth against the cold, the fear, the sheer loneliness of their situation as long as they can....until of course they get injured or sick badly enough that they *need* to rely on someone else despite their suspicion.....

HELL YEAH

me: I want LADY WHUMP

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Is someone really human, if nobody acknowledges them as such?

Being watched 24/7. No privacy. A bored guard sits in a chair outside the cell, legs crossed, fidgeting with a radio or their gun maybe, wishing they hadn’t drawn the short stick when they picked shifts. To her guards, she stopped being a human being to a long time ago. Just another job.

She was their plaything, their punching bag, but even that got boring after a while—especially when not even the worst punishments got a reaction out of her. Maybe a few cries of pain or a whimper, but she’d lost that defiant spark in her gaze, the stoic face as she took whatever the guards did to her and spat right in their faces. It just wasn’t as much fun to beat up someone when they didn’t fight back.

The only reason they even kept her was because she was good for PR. The world’s best assassin, they called her. But she got caught. What did that make her? But again, who doesn’t want to watch their country’s worst enemy, suffer? That, and even their best interrogators had yet to extract anything meaningful from her, even through broken bones or waterboarding or threats, anything and everything they could think of. And more. None of it worked.

She’d been refusing meals. They’d had to force feed her yesterday, and her guard was not looking forward to having to hold her down for that again. All she did was lie in the corner of her cell, curled up, nearly becoming part of the shadows herself, her form melting in the dark.

They would be getting rid of her soon if she didn’t produce anything meaningful. Her guard wished it would happen soon, one less person to watch. Maybe they’d finally stop getting asked how watching the assassin was.

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Whumpees as Stress Relief

A captured whumpee is held hostage by multiple whumpers, all who have decided that the best use of their captive is as their personal stress ball.

SIHYEON CORE !! ALL OF THIS !!!!!

Wait okay I'm not done talking about whumpees believing they deserve it.

Whumpees who believe they deserve it because the alternative is too much to bear. It's so much easier to convince yourself you must be a terrible person, that you somehow deserve all of this, than to admit you're a victim. It's so much easier to say it's all your own fault, your long due comeuppance, than to admit that everything that was done to you was wrong. It's one thing to die for your sins; it's so much more painful to die an innocent victim of circumstance.

As a trauma survivor this is so real. Sometimes I wish I could go back to believing it was my fault

I love you “unlikeable” female characters I love you rude girls I love you mean women I love you girl interpretations of the “Asshole with a Heart of Gold” trope I love you women who get labeled Cold and Unfeeling I love you girls who lash out I love you women who lie I love you female characters who make people mad just by existing

Whumpee lying flat on their back, staring straight up with an increasingly vacant look in their eyes.

Recovering whumpee laying flat on their back, staring up vacantly up as they numbly relive the details of their experiences.

Bleeding whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly up as they feel themselves losing more and more blood.

Beaten whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly upwards as they realize that it's useless to try to keep going or fight back now.

Gotta be honest, if you voted for Trump and support him in anyway you are not welcome on this blog.

— to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w

cool poll !

stuck on a bit of writer's block and wanted to write some stuff before i go back to uni. forgot there's a word limit and edited the lines a bit.

realized i must have not posted shit over 6 months hahahah i need to buck up. help me be accountable folks

woooh okay the first one it is. i hope y'all don't feel too disappointed with this one because i have a feeling it's not what most people will expect reading that line but here we go anyway thanks for voting!!

1st oc: hi im just a normal highschooler im kinda depressed but i swear im not a mary sue

30th oc:

You said it as a warning, looking straight into my eyes, into my soul. Angry promises, spoken around blood and pain. It was a warning, a threat., a vow in the wreckage around us.

It was a comfort.

What lifetime would be complete without you? Without us scratching and kicking and biting?

Everyone else left, at some point. Its been so long I barely remember their faces. Love wasn’t enough for them to stay. Hatred kept us tied together.

I cant remember a time you weren’t slicing into me, a lifetime where you didn’t bite out chunks.

I bit back, I took my knife against yours.

You’ll find me, and I’ll let you. Because, as the world crumbles and you fade away, I don’t think I deserve to know how it would feel to not have you ripping at my throat.

me as reader: I don’t want to bug them to much. What if they think I’m annoying?

me as a writer: I want to hear what you have to say you can dm me if you want and I’ll talk for an hour and spam liking is my favorite and if you’re a consistent commenter I think of you when ever I write

It is always always ALWAYS a good time for you to send your thoughts on my writing/characters/story universes, you will be my favorite person if you do

And it makes me smile!