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Gotta say.

Caffeine addiction + caffeine sensitivity is not a god combination.

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friendly reminder that if you support israel youre either racist, or stupid

israels a bitch and dont you ever forget that.

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Hi guys!

I know I have been SUPER inactive, so sorry about that.

I have been working on a big project with my friends that will be revealed soon in the form of another blog on here.

However I do have some things in the works for this blog, a cult of the lamb fanfiction (that may be cringe and i may not post but anyways-) and another part to my Rescued series, as well as perhaps some random draft drabbles I won't get around to writing.

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To distract from whatever the fuck is going on in the whump tag...

What is everyone's current whump thoughts? 👀

Mine is, of course, used as bait LOL

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The sudden jerks of movement from the sickness or from nightmares. Caretaker thinks they’re waking up but they aren’t, and they’re fever is only getting worse.

Maybe they have infected wounds and while Whumpee is out they try to disinfect but the writhing only makes it worse, but they can’t wake up Whumpee either.

The scene of Whumpee sleeping is one of my favorites.

Maybe Whumpee is in a quiet room with dim lighting to recover. Sleep without moving. Maybe because of fatigue or because of the influence of medication.

Outside the room, the Team Leader, other members, and Caretaker are busy discussing Whumper and the plan they will carry out. Even though they try to be calm, there are still arguments or commotion.

Whumpee who is in the room may wake up occasionally because of the sound, but immediately go back to sleep because he is too weak and tired to move.

It could be that Whumpee won't wake up at all, won't notice Caretaker coming into the room and changing the compress on his forehead or simply putting a warm water bottle on the nightstand, or just sitting and waiting for Whumpee.

(Anything you want to add?)

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knife torture in a creepy basement perhabs? maybe a shady mercenary has captured a hero on a supervillain's behalf but wants to have some fun with the hero before they give them up

“I’ve been told that you’re not very easy to capture,” the mercenary said. Their collection of knives was impressive and the hero was, simply put, getting ready for the torture.

They had survived a lot of similiar sessions. Guns, knives, water, fire — by now, the hero could slip into a state of simply enduring it all. No panic, no screaming. Their entire energy was spent on survival and usually, they got away with it just fine.

“Not because of you, but your little guard dog...” The mercenary looked at them intensely and suddenly the hero realised this was about to get more complicated. “Kinda dangerous. Making it that obvious.”

The hero smiled dryly, feeling dread fill their stomach.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please. Do you think I’m that dumb?” The mercenary pressed a knife against their thigh and slowly, the sharp end dug into the hero’s skin, splitting layers of skin until it reached muscle. Until it reached bone.

The tears came quickly and the hero’s pathetic moans filled the basement. Their hands were bound behind their back, so they tried not to move at all. The wound would only get bigger.

“Christ,” they hissed, almost shouted. “Fuck—”

There was so much blood. The hero had forgotten how much they could bleed.

“Frankly, I don’t care about your little romance, the only feeling I have for it is somewhere between disgust and annoyance. I mean, who the fuck even cares?” They pressed the knife deeper into the hero’s thigh and scraped their femur terribly. The hero swallowed a scream, tried to maintain their composure but their tears wouldn’t stop and neither did the wheezing.

“What do you want?” the hero asked. For the first time, they were terrified. The mercenary knew about the villain. What if they had caught them? What if the villain was enduring this too right now? The hero couldn’t stomach that.

“Oh, you know…just wanna have some fun. I’m actually retired. Don’t get to do a lot of field work.” They pulled out the knife and the hero gasped in pain, praying that the villain was alright. Maybe the mercenary was simply toying with them? Surely, the villain was clever enough to get away from them. “Ah, shit. I guess you need that so you don’t bleed out? Hmmm. My bad.”

They jammed the knife back into the hero’s thigh, slightly above the first wound.

“Ouch, sorry. Not really good at aiming.” The mercenary shrugged. “Happens. Anyway. Your little lover? Do you think they’ll save you from all this drama?”

“God, please stop.” The hero struggled in their restraints, desperate to escape. They didn’t know what was worse: the knife? Or the psychological toying?

“Do you think anyone is gonna find you? I can tell you already, it’s not that easy. I’m no amateur.”

“You’ll kill me,” the hero whispered. “I’m gonna die here, I’m gonna bleed out, oh God…”

“You’re not the brightest, are you?” the mercenary asked. Again, they pulled out the knife and the hero’s thigh felt scorchingly hot. They didn’t want to know what kind of scars would be left on their thigh after this, how they’d explain it to the villain. “I need you alive. Blood loss is just helping me a little. Makes you dizzy, makes you sleepy. Makes you weak, just like the supervillain wants you.”

“You’ve made a pact with the devil,” the hero said. They leaned their head against the wall, tears still streaming down their face. The villain…they would save them, wouldn’t they?

“Very poetic.” They traced lines down the hero’s thigh, the knife digging into their skin every now and then. “But I don’t care that much about the money. I’m just curious if your lover will show up? People tend to think our lives should revolve around love. So, how much does your dear villain actually love you? Will they show up? Will they save you?”

They laughed and it almost sounded gentle.

“Let’s break all that trust you have in them, hm? At the end of the day, man eats himself. You’re terribly and very sadly, on your own. Just like the rest of us.” They whispered the last words. For the third time, they pressed their knife back into the hero.

The hours passed. And the villain never showed up.

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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.

Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.

The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.

Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.

This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.

"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.

"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.

This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.

Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.

"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."

And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.

Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.

Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.

On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.

As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.

Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.

She always had been a wizard with silk.

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Thank you for reading. If you'd like to support my writing, you can do so at https://ko-fi.com/strangelittlestories

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fat whumpees

whumpees who aren't the skinniest little toothpicks alive

whumpees with flab

whumpees with thick thighs

whumpees with more fat than muscle

whumpees who lose weight while being whumped but then gain it back in recovery and it's seen as a completely good thing

we just need more whumpees that don't have the standard, typical, cliche "ideal" body type that society pushes onto us. because whumpees can come in many shapes and sizes.

i will never shut up about this because i hate the idea that people can only be helpless and deserving of rescue and victims and all that if they're skinny and little and tiny.

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Y’know what ima try to do this to get back into writing :)

Whumpril 2024 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2024, #whumprilday1, #limp) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Whumpril 2024 Prompts:

Limp

Sweat  

Shame

Swaying  

Reckless

Dizziness

Hesitation

Bloodshot  

Self-Doubt

Adrenaline  

Can’t Sleep

Weak Pulse

Angry Tears  

Urgent Care  

Mind Games

Coughing Fit

Hallucination

Broken Glass

 “I need you.”

Touch Starved

“Just hold on.”

Stoicism Breaks

Presumed Dead  

No Time to Rest

“Brace yourself.”

“How could you?”

“Please don’t go.”

Fight/Flight/Freeze

Reluctant Caretaker

“We’re out of time.”

Alternative Prompts:

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!

Crutch

Brain Fog

Contagious

No Appetite

Reassurance

Blanket Nest

Eyes Rolled Back

Allergic Reaction

“You’re pathetic.”

Reluctant Whumper

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Caretaker Makes it Worse

“You brought this on yourself.”

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Content: Pet whump, minor cold whump, fear of punishment, intimate whumper, dehumanisation.

A pet whumpee crawling into their master's bed well after they've fallen asleep just to get even a crumb of warmth. It's so cold on the wooden panels of the floor. They never dare touch Whumper, too scared to risk waking them up. Just curl up under the covers on the far side of the bed, not even their head able to be seen. Just a peculiar shaped lump that expands ever so slightly with every breath Whumpee takes.

Maybe Whumper knows about this. Despite being a deep sleeper, it's hard not to notice the covers shifting at the same time every night to allow room for their pet to climb under. I like to imagine Whumper pulling them closer one night, like a child might do with their stuffed animal. Giving them a kiss on the head and dozing off again as Whumpee sits there stiffly, trying to figure out if that was a conscious gesture or not.

It will determine how much trouble they'll get in tomorrow.

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decolonizepalestine.com is an easy to navigate website run by two palestinians which breaks down common myths about palestine and provides a reading list organized by a wide variety of categories ranging from history and culture to media and censorship. it’s a good starting point to use if you want to learn more about the modern day situation in palestine and understand the truth behind myths that have been perpetuated about israel’s occupation of palestine.

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"photograph of a young palestinian girl flying her kite on al-waha beach, gaza, 2011. on this day, 6,200 palestinian children filled the gaza sky with kites, achieving the guinness world record for most kites flown simultaneously. the culture of kite flying amongst gaza youth remains a symbol of resilience, creativity, and joy. over the past 7 weeks, the amount of children killed by the israeli state has nearly surpassed this number, continuing to rise each day. we must continue calling for a permanent ceasefire now. the devastation must end" — via @azeemamag on instagram

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Your silence is violence.

if you are ignoring Palestine because ‘your mental health comes first’: imagine how bad the Palestinians mental health is.

Palestinians with Autism have to deal with constantly moving, hearing extremely loud explosions, and the smell of dead people.

Palestinians with ADHD won’t be able to take their minds off of the genocide because they’re be hyper focusing on it.

And pretty much everyone in Palestine has PTSD. They are literally going through a genocide where there’s constant bombing and almost nowhere is safe from airstrikes.

Your mental health does not matter right now.

Speak up about Palestine.

Your silence is violence.

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My second original song! I think this one is better than the first, i think I'm actually making progress! However, it doesn't have a name yet. Help me name it?

I'm thinking a setting of flowers and grass with blue skies, sinking into the soil comfortably -- those are the vibes.