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Marius & Oskar Masterlist
Character Info post ──────────────────────────────────── "Don't you know who I am?!" Marius is a prideful vampire lord who has had it good for too long. He has been kidnapped by a hunter named Oskar who intends to break the vampire down bit by bit, till he's nothing but a husk. Chapters shall be listed newest (top) to oldest (bottom)! ──────────────────────────────────── Thank you Muscle and Flesh Ground Rules Paralytic
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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
I don’t usually make posts like this but I feel like it’s right for the community to know about and block this person.
@helpful-writing-tips has been stealing people’s posts, including posts from the whump community, and posting them without consent (sometimes with credit but often without).
I’ve tried to reach out to them directly and discuss how what they’re doing goes against tumblr etiquette and isn’t acceptable but I’ve received no response and I feel like people should be able to prevent their work being stolen for notes.
Uhhh hi yall, Im alive. Sorry for not posting alaksjfsjdkf
But really, i havent posted because simply my interest in whump faded. Maybe in the future I'll write a thing here and there but don't count on it. I know I just kinda vanished so I wanted to explain a bit why lmao. So its good to just think this account is on and off hiatus.
Tldr: I vanished cause my interest faded and brain make writing big tough, oof
my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up
It does not have to be--and shouldn't be! this is tumblr!--a picture of yourself. Or at least not an identifiable one. Pick your favorite ficitonal character, or animal, or work of art. Just pick something!
[image: the two Supernatural frames where Castiel says "I love you" and Dean does not reply in kind, but with a default Tumblr icon saying "I love you" and Dean replying "u need to make a fucking profile".]
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honestly a profile pic that's only one color would be an improvement. like literally open up Paint, hit a color button at random and the Fill tool so every one of those 400x400 pixels is color hex code #f400a1 or whatever, save and upload, et voila. nobody has the power to dox you based on your 100% Hollywood cerise profile picture. but it tells us you're a real live human being.
(it tells us that better than a picture of your real live human face would, actually, since the spambots do love stealing photos of people)
(it doesn't tell us anything about your interests except that you like bright pink, or dark powder blue or kelly green or jet black or whatever you're going with here, but that might be your point and is entirely beside mine)
^ my rebuttal
...okay, yeah, a profile pic composed of four different default Tumblr profile pics also serves to prove that you're a real life human with a sense of humor
Jokes on you, I keep the default specifically SO people will block me
Yours is such an old default profile that it also proves you’re a real person, joke’s on you
You can just have fun with the default icon too, because changes let us know you are real. These are what I found on the net already:
The last lot, I just used my phone apps to change it. The first two were done with PhotoFunia, the last one just basic editing. It doesn't matter how dumb it is. As long as it is different:
We just want to know you are vaguely human.
Honestly right now all the bots have profile pics of girls, so I've been pleased to see the normal default pics because I'm fairly sure it's not a porn bot.
But yeah. Please change your pfp.
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im so small and tired
me trying to move past burnout and staring at my doc, waiting for my story to write itself
Volin stared up at the sky, his tired eyes focused on the bright moon above him, his beloved beacon in these seemingly endless nights. He always struggled falling asleep, even before subjecting himself to hunting and killing beast and man alike. But his insomnia was worse than it's ever been. Hours upon hours, tossing and turning below the night sky only to watch as the morning sun rise once again. It wasn't rare if he went days without sleep even, no matter how tired his soul and body were.
The hunter slowly raised a hand up above, allowing the moon's light to graze his bloodstained bandages. It was breathtaking, ever glowing and magnificent…Volin smiled faintly to himself, the moon holds more wisdom than man will ever know. They are nothing compared to the phantom above, an ancient being of secrets and knowledge. It has watched countless souls be birthed into existence only to be extinguished, it has watched cities be built and crumble, and yet it remains both young and old, everlasting. It is hope and despair, life and death, it is everything.
Volin lowered his hand and rested it on his chest, feeling his heart beat a steady rhythm. It's moments like these that Volin wishes would last forever.
Volin stared up at the sky, his tired eyes focused on the bright moon above him, his beloved beacon in these seemingly endless nights. He always struggled falling asleep, even before subjecting himself to hunting and killing beast and man alike. But his insomnia was worse than it's ever been. Hours upon hours, tossing and turning below the night sky only to watch as the morning sun rise once again. It wasn't rare if he went days without sleep even, no matter how tired his soul and body were.
The hunter slowly raised a hand up above, allowing the moon's light to graze his bloodstained bandages. It was breathtaking, ever glowing and magnificent…Volin smiled faintly to himself, the moon holds more wisdom than man will ever know. They are nothing compared to the phantom above, an ancient being of secrets and knowledge. It has watched countless souls be birthed into existence only to be extinguished, it has watched cities be built and crumble, and yet it remains both young and old, everlasting. It is hope and despair, life and death, it is everything.
Volin lowered his hand and rested it on his chest, feeling his heart beat a steady rhythm. It's moments like these that Volin wishes would last forever.
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A Whumper that wants a friend soooo badly that they kidnap a random stranger
Whumper struggles socializing and most people they talk to always seem to run away or distance themselves..but not Whumpee! Whumpee will be their friend for years to come even if Whumpee is a bit scared and upset right now! The ropes are necessary, Whumper doesn't want Whumpee to possibly hurt themselves, Whumper would never forgive themselves..The only time that Whumpee is allowed to get hurt is when it's by Whumpers hand! It's only to make Whumpee realize that this is for the greater good, that Whumpee wants to be Whumper's friend. It's all to guide Whumpee on the right path, that's all..
After moments like those, Whumper is always there to gently clean Whumpee's wounds and whisper that it's okay to cry- Whumper is there to soothe them. Whumper will always be there for them, cause after all, Whumper is the only one around!
oh! and maybe they hide their face, not even with a proper mask though. It's just a potato sack with a horribly drawn smile on it
It feels like I hardly post anymore but I’m proud of this! Lol, I’ll try to render it for a profile pic later but for now, enjoy Auggie (aka Apple with the salesman). He’s already regretting his decisions… but the salesman has barely even gotten started…
100 Drabble Challenge: Whump Edition
The Challenge: write a hundred drabbles, exactly 100 words each, for a hundred brief prompts! I’ve seen some of these floating around but not one specifically whump-themed. As such, I’m doing my duty!
Ache
Burn
Cut
Darkness
Faint
Cough
Stranded
Weak
Temperature
Stumble
Chains
Slap
Hunger
Thirst
Tremble
Sob
Hide
Knife
Mockery
Revenge
Gag
Strangle
Pet
Bedridden
Hallucination
Distrust
Ensnare
Blindfold
Sore
Fall
Pinned
Ransom
Escape
Comatose
Shock
Tissues
Bath
Retch
Exposed
Swollen
Bitterness
Left Behind
Shove
Hoarse
Whip
Sweat
Band-Aid
Punishment
Worry
Lies
Bite
Rage
Blurry Vision
Crutches
Stress
Heat
Infection
Dragged
False Smile
Car Trunk
Grudge
Breakdown
Wheeze
Shot
Unsteady
Bedside Manner
Cage
Whimper
Scratch
Threat
Toss and Turn
Lonely
Vertigo
Pale
Buried
Overload
Argument
Painkillers
Pressure
Therapy
Glazed Eyes
Vigil
Cornered
Thrash
Dangling
Gone Wrong
Overworked
Scars
Oxygen
Cold Floor
Tearstains
Terror
Impossible Choice
ER
Bruises
Forced to Watch
Bloodshot
Defiance
Broken
Loss
Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.
Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol
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Whump Prompt 75
Write a scene based on these three things:
A ragged cloak, a dwindling flame, dried blood on old bandages
Did I go overboard? I think I might've gone overboard...oh well! here you go! This was fun hehe Torches lined the streets, their flames dwindling in the stale wind and the embers dying a slow death. Screams of the damned echoed deep within the city, oh how the screams echo, haunted and filled with an animalistic rage. The souls of the citizens of this town now transformed and twisted into grotesque creatures of the night; roaming the now bloodstained streets they grew up on. Some of these creatures look canine in nature, while some have no form at all and simply look like a fleshly mound. Every creature is unique, in image and abilities.
But one thing they share is that these forsaken creatures don't think. They hunt, they feast on your being and soul, and they do it all over again in a hopeless effort to satiate a curse, a curse of everlasting hunger that was bestowed upon them. A true nightmare.
Volin pressed a hand against an ancient stone wall, it almost crumbled under his touch as dust flew in the air. His ragged, torn cloak flapped in the wind as he catches his breath, his knees threatening to give out under him. Volin's other hand gripped his gun tightly, despite his body running on fumes he refused to lower his guard. A sudden shriek down the way made him flinch, he wants to investigate but he simply can't, lest he collapse.
How long has it been since he last slept? Volin lost count of the days long ago.
The exhausted man raised a hand and gingerly patted his face, feeling the old bandages that were tightly secured around his face. He needs to change them soon, the dried blood on them must make him look truly ghastly, maybe even more ghastly than the very beast who clawed up his face. Volin gave a hollow chuckle, but winced as a rush of pain flooded his face. His partner would kill him if they saw Volin walking around in this state.
But despite every cell in Volin's bruised, broken body telling him to remain still he steadied himself and looked forward. He can't rest for long, there's very few Stalkers left and there are survivors that need their help- He wouldn't be able to live with himself if a survivor got turned into a meal while he decided to take a moment to rest. No, he has to keep going, just a little while longer….
The sound of somebody's wheezing laughter made Volin look forward, eyes widened in alarm as he realized he wasn't alone. The nearby torches' dim light illuminated an approaching figure's body. The figure is looming and tall, even as it walked on all fours. Multiple mouths lined with sharp, bloodied teeth perfect for tearing apart meat covered its body, each one echoing an eerie, airy laugh of its own. But that wasn't the thing that made Volin shudder, it was countless eyes covering the being's face, and they were all focused on him.
A vile creature.
Volin forced himself to stand straight, a gloved hand pulling out his gun from his holster. These creatures may have no mercy, but it's his duty as a Stalker to give these creatures what they deserve, a merciful death. Freedom from this curse that they bare.
And so, Volin placed a finger on the trigger and aimed.
I know the love for defiant whumpees is widespread and common, but I for one absolutely love whumpees who are not defiant at all. Just skrunkly little peices of wet paper that crumple at the slightest amount of pressure. Chef's. Kiss.
