flaming-whumpster

[flaming-whumpster]

Is it really your name if nobody uses it?

You insist that's your name, but that's not the name I gave you. That's not your name anymore.

You can pretend like it is, for a while.

But how long will it take before you begin to forget?

Every time I use your name, your real name. You forget your old one, bit by bit. You perk up every time I call you, because you know that's who you are now.

I can hear you, you know. Each night, repeating it to over and over, trying to convince yourself that this isn't who you are, that you're still who you were before we met.

It's funny to see you try, but one day you'll lose the only thing that ties you to your old life.

Soon, Adam will be gone.

...Or was it Alan? It's so hard to keep track of a name you never hear.

Your eyes widen with dread, a pit forming in your stomach as you feel like a part of you just died.

You can't remember.

[flaming-whumpster]

Hey! I've been lurking around the whump side of tumblr for a while now and I've finally decided to make a whump blog!

Here you'll find M/M Whump, mostly pet whump.

Idk what else to say lol, hope you like my stuff!

[flaming-whumpster]

As the holidays approach, the large and luxurious mansion becomes more and more empty.

Butlers, maids, servants and housekeepers all return home for Christmas, enjoying the holidays with their families.

All except whumpee.

Whumpee doesn't have any home to return to, any family or friends to spend time with. As the usually bustling manor empties out, large corridors feeling cold and hollow, whumpee watches as all the servants leave.

For whumpee, the holidays are spent like any other day, keeping Master company. Maybe the festive atmosphere will keep him less irritable, maybe he'll get so drunk while eating alone that he'll pass out, giving whumpee some time to breathe. Or maybe the fact that they're the only people left in the house means whumper will do all the things he says he'll never do when there's people around.