Hey, I’m Fable (they/she/it). I’ve been here a couple months now, so I figured I’d rework my intro post.
This is a sideblog primarily to post my own original whump prompts (#fable speaks), reblog other people’s prompts, and post about my whumpy OCs. I’m also here to hang out with the rest of the lovely whump community!
Again, if you ever use one of my prompts, please definitely tag me! I’d be overjoyed to read it!
If you don’t want to see nsfw prompts, filter the tag #nsfwhump
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I write minor whump because I believe that children should not be demonized but they should not be written to be entirely wholly innocent. Children are as complex as adults, at times even more complex because of how they see the world, the reasons they see it that way.
I write minor whump because children’s struggles deserve to be treated with respect and understanding. It’s not just “tough love”, it’s not “discipline”. It’s abuse, it’s torture. There’s no excuse. Even if it’s silent, even if it was pushed under the rug, even if it went unnoticed, it happened. It happened and the child was never to blame.
There is something a little therapeutic to writing a child who has no hope in controlling the situation or escaping the harm. Even if it is “worse” than what you have survived, even if it is leagues away from what you were dealing with, it’s like taking your younger self by the shoulders and reassuring them that. they were right. That they should be valued, and listened to. No matter how rude, or vulgar, or selfish, or insensitive they were at the time. They were a child. They were not a bad kid, just a kid who sometimes did bad things.
I will note that I am not a victim of abuse and I will not speak for those that are. I stand with abuse victims. You deserve love and kindness and healing. You deserve all of that, no matter who you are.
wanting to see more Black whumpees like me just absolutely getting it like really being shattered to the ground and kicked while they're down then crying their hollow eyes out for my sadistic pleasure vs not wanting to perpetuate the fetishizing glorification of violence towards Black bodies by colonialism&racism 😍
anyways it is very important to be aware of that kind of stuff bc we live in a racist society and its very easy to perpetuate systemic violence even in the little ways (im not perfect myself and like im somewhat more lighter-skinned than my peers even so i dont feel the hit of racism as roughly as some of them do) BUT for what its worth i think its a very worthwhile line to walk. whump is also about the validation of pain & exploring suffering while humanizing your unlucky main character and Black (+ other nonwhite) characters should get that too. make your nonwhite whumpees cry their eyeballs out and feel hollow in face of the world today #myagenda
they also deserve tragic backstories + sweet caretakers + the reclamation of bodily autonomy in recovery + identity issues + drowning in the puts of utter despair + generally have the worst time of their lives while an audience sympathizes with them. it shouldnt be just the white boys who get it. hold my hand. let's put our Black characters through such hellish torment that they come out on the other side feeling a tangible gab between who they became vs who they used to be. together.
(still on the same vein, this post by @/creatingblackcharacters is a pretty nice resource to start out i think every now and then i reread it i think it has nice things to keep in mind)
💬 17 🔁 815 ❤️ 1387 · “The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth” - Violence, Violent Imagery & Black Horror · TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of de
^get peer-reviewed @whumpity-whumpity (on my other post) this is soooo real
it also really hits the nail of what i was thinking ab when i posted this bc like. some very common whump elements like the muzzle and the whip and the pet and the slave etc, which are all cool and lovely when you don't have to take the matter of race into the equation, suddenly become very heavy with centuries worth of context and that's why it feels like we are more limited when navigating black whumpees for example... which is why i think that my point still stands! i'm a big pet whump fan & i am black and i would love to see more black pet whumpees & there are a lot of similar cases out there. even if it's difficult to navigate and somewhat tricky people deserve to be represented in their favorite whump sub-genres too. similar thing with lady whump (+ other "minority whump"). HOWEVER, as i said in my tags somewhere lately there's been a really strong push for more lady whump when before most of what you could find was a lot of men & boys over and over!!! which i think is amazing. i think we can also diversify our whump main characters in many other ways and i really like the direction us as a community are heading towards. black whumpees are 100% worth exploring and i hope we can do that more often in the future :)
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Character who was forced to watch their loved one be hurt feeling gut-wrenching guilt in the aftermath when they experience flashbacks or intrusive thoughts/images of the event
They weren’t even the one who got the worst of it. What is wrong with them, that they’d sit there and relive their friend’s worst moments like that?
So they don’t tell anyone about what they’re going through. They certainly don’t tell their friend. It just quietly simmers inside them, like a pot threatening to boil over.
so it's basically like, we've got this character, right, and they're foundationally dehumanised and alienated from humanity (the "weapon" part), but, equally foundationally, they're a person, with agency and interiority ("living"). their story is thematically very interested in the nature and bounds of humanity and why a severely dehumanised person might want, or not want, to be human. they have a narrow skillset, with hypercompetency within it but limited skills outside it. perhaps, in particular, they struggle to adapt to a civilian social environment. perhaps they're accustomed to functioning within a framework of explicit, clear-cut rules, or to literal and objective speech. they almost certainly don't express their emotions and sensations in a normative way, if at all. and at one point they might also have struggled to adapt to the expectations of a living weapon. they might have been molded and forced to mold themself into an unnatural shape, had their internal experiences invalidated and their natural self-expression suppressed. we've got this character who is alienated from their body and emotions because of what they are, or how they've been treated, or (most likely) both. this character who must fight for dignity and autonomy, who is, perhaps, framed by others in-universe as either a helpless child or a dangerous beast. well! you know. there are parallels.
i feel like i was overly depressing in my analysis here but this is a torture blog where i blog about torture. so yknow. #mywheelhouse. 😅 i think there's more to be said about neutral or positive points of comparison when looking at living weapon stories outside the whump genre, but i'm not familiar enough with those to say it.
you’re trapped! you’re trapped in a cage! your agency has been violated profoundly and you’re so so scared and you should probably chew on on your own leg or rip at your skin or idk. rip out your own catheter about it 😍🥰
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What’s Angel’s hope for the future? I’m so curious what’s going on in that head of his
His head is usually not…really coherent enough to do things like think about the future, but Mr. Moody has backed off the drugs (thanks Keola) enough that he’s a little better. I don’t think the thought would be really very detailed at all, or very clear, it would just be kinda a vague sense of want. And I think it would boil down, very simply, to Kill Moody.
Whumper purposefully fitting their Whumpee with a collar just slightly too tight. Making sure they feel it. Making sure they're very, very aware that every breath is a gift Whumper chooses to grant them <3
Vivruh makes Eldwin take a powerful aphrodisiac, then helps him with it. After leaving him tied up alone for awhile.
cw: Noncon/nsfwhump, dissociation. Lmk if I need to tag anything else!
It wasn't uncommon for Vivruh to leave Eldwin… tied up and in position. Often there were toys to keep him stretched open and ready for his return. Other times he was just left there waiting, staring at the dull ceiling counting every agonising second until he returned.
This time was different. And it was the worst of all.
The rope burned into his ankles and wrists, scraping off skin as he writhed against it, desperately trying to ease this twisted feeling of need. The fire between his legs, a warmth flooding his body like a raging river through the streets with all its destruction. No matter how he twisted and strained he couldn't stop it. He was left begging, pleading, desperate for him to come home and put an end to it, he couldn't take it, he didn't want this.
And that was the plan.
"Look what a mess you are," Vivruh tutted, placing his fingers between Eldwin's legs. Eldwin bucked into his touch, a ravaging hunger, a yearning, but all he did was hold up his glistening fingers with a smirk. "How can you say you didn't miss me?"
"Please," Eldwin whined, and it seemed to echo in every reflection around him, mirrors shining above, around, a never-ending prison."It's been hours-"
"Mmm." Vivruh slowly sucked the gathered slick off his fingers, his eyes boring into Eldwin's as he did. "Poor thing. You must be so desperate."
The tone of his voice made Eldwin pause. He stared back at Vivruh in horror, as if the weight of his situation was crashing down all over again. He tore his gaze away, back up to ceiling - the mirror, forcing him to make eye contact with himself, his flushed face, panting lips. He clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, trying in vain to squeeze his thighs together. It had to stop. He needed it to stop. He didn't want this, he didn't want this, he's not supposed to feel like this-
"Really?" That voice again, winding around his neck like a serpent, his lungs burned, he couldn't breathe. "I think you want it." Those fingers prodded between his legs again, then were pressed to his own lips that instinctively parted. "Taste it. That's all you."
"Please," he whimpered, and the pathetic sound made him want to set his throat on fire, damage it enough that he can never make another sound. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Eldwin grit his teeth, jaw painfully clenched. "I need it to stop."
"It won't stop until you're satisfied." Vivruh tilted his head to one side. "What do you really need?"
I can't. Eldwin trembled, staring up at his own dead eyes, only his eyes, he couldn't look at anything else.
"Oh, well." The mattress shifted as Vivruh drew back. "If you want to keep going and return to Clyde like this, th-"
"Wait!" Eldwin begged before he could stop it. Vivruh paused and turned back.
A broken sob escaped him, heat radiating from his cheeks. "…I need you to stop it."
"Hmm. I'm not sure you do," Vivruh said mildly, making his way to the door.
"Please! I need-" Suck it up. Do what you have to do. You're only delaying the inevitable. "I need you."
Revulsion gnawed at him from within, but Vivruh smiled, satisfied. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard was it?"
Eldwin clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm and biting the inside of his lip hard in an attempt to let the pain distract him, from the shame that threatened to drown him, the feeling of Vivruh's tongue between his legs, the crude sounds and whispers he'd make, the way his body leaned into it. The body, it wasn't Eldwin's anymore, he wouldn't act like that, wouldn't feel that. What he wanted didn't matter, he had no control of it. It was Vivruh's, now. Eldwin was just trapped inside.
"It's incredible how much your body can take. That's the beauty of all this, really. Every time you think it's too much, you prove yourself wrong. You're more resilient than you give yourself credit for."
It doesn't really matter that whumpee won't win. They're going to fight anyway. It's the principle of the thing, or rather, it's that they couldn't live with themselves anyway if they gave up, so they might as well die defiant.
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