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Caretaking that makes things worse.
Caretaking that triggers the whumpee. Caretaking that is then discovered, revealed, and the whumpee is punished even harder for it. Caretaking that fills the whumpee with shame - they're weak, they're pathetic, they shouldn't need this. Caretaking by the whumper, healing the whumpee just to torture them again afterwards.
Just...caretaking that makes things worse.
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ivynightshade · 6 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.
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whumpster-dumpster · 8 months
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"Honestly, you couldn't have picked anyone worse to ransom. Everybody knows I'm the throwaway. Expendable."
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jiangshinigami · 10 months
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I'm a terrible person
thought of "femboy milking idle game" and I had to make my brain to shut up
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niabridges · 3 months
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Lowkey cringing. Brainrot.
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jackie-q · 17 days
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Meet The Robins:
Dick: The Ideal
Jason: The Replacement
Steph: The Fuck Up
Tim: The Stand-In
Duke: The Freak
Damian: The Interloper
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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 10 months
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Beach Body (Idia x GN!Reader)
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Content Warning: Body insecurity, mild angst, self-esteem issues, self-deprecation (Idia)
A single speck of black was visible on the sandy beach. It sat alone, highlighted by wisps of fiery blue hair that peeked out from under its hood. The legs that curled up before the speck, tucked under its chin, were paler than the sand, as white as a sand dollar. The umbrella high above the speck was the only thing to shade it from the harsh, hot rays of the sun. It cowered away from them, as if it wished to disappear from the scene altogether. That assumption was correct - Idia would rather be elsewhere. 
The only reason the man was not back in the safety of his hotel room was the robot boy that played among the waves. Idia had made that waterproof body of his for the trip, so he could play with his peers like any other kid. Idia thought that would be enough; he could simply watch Ortho play from the balcony of their condo. Ortho had other plans, however. There was nothing the boy wanted more than to have his beloved brother with him out on the beach. He said it would be fun to make such memories with him. Though Idia silently disagreed, there was no way he could refuse those pleading eyes. 
So, here he was, sat alone on the beach while Ortho had fun. The boy would come check on him once in a while, try to coax him out into the sea to play with him, or to play in the sand. The only successful attempt had occurred two days ago, when the sandcastle building contest took place. To think Idia thought they actually had a chance at winning - laughable. It was bad enough that they weren't allowed to use magic; when Idia was asked to hand over his tech, and Ortho was told he couldn’t use any tricks of his own, Idia knew they were goners. They came in dead last that day. Ortho had fun, but never again would Idia expose himself to such humiliation. 
The black hoodie that covered his torso sweltered in the heat, but it was the best Idia had to cover up with. You won’t catch him frolicking about like some oblivious loser in a beach episode. That sunny spotlight was for the main characters, the hot NPCs - Idia was neither. He hated this so much…he let out a long sigh as he draped his arms over his knees and rested his chin atop them as he continued to watch Ortho. He cracked a little smile as he heard Ortho squealed in delight when Epel splashed him with water. Well, at least one thing he did was worth something. 
“Idia?” 
Idia flinched at the sudden sound of his name. He whipped his head around to look up at the person addressing him: [Y/n]. “W-What?” 
You pointed to his hoodie. “Aren’t you burning up in that thing?” 
Idia glanced to the side as he lied, “No.” 
“I can clearly see the sweat dripping off your face.” You tugged on his sleeve. “C’mon, you’ll burn up if you don’t!” 
“No!” Idia tugged the hoodie closer to his body. He glared down at the towel he sat on as he grumbled. “Geez, can’t a guy get some peace?” 
You furrowed your eyebrows at his sour attitude. “Are you still upset about the sandcastle contest?” 
“I’m not upset,” he mumbled. Another obvious lie. 
“Don’t be mad - ignore Leona and his bullshit.” You knelt down to look Idia in the eye. “He was just trying to get a rise out of you. You did a lot better than I would have.” 
Idia clicked his tongue as he scoffed. “You can make something worse than a pile of sand?” 
“It wasn’t a pile of sand,” you chuckled. “It was a cute little house! Ortho told me you came up with it; it’s the one from ‘Miko Doesn’t Talk’, right?” 
Idia’s eyebrows lifted, surprised you knew of the show. “Y-You like it?” 
“The anime? Yeah, I think it’s cute! I’ve only just started watching it though, so I can’t say much about it.” 
Idia let out a quiet giggle, “Noob - haven’t even seen a show that beginner grade.” 
It was your turn to scoff, though a smirk accompanied yours. “Well, if someone would come out of their room and talk to me more often, maybe I wouldn’t be such a noob.” 
Idia had nothing to say to that - he just rolled his eyes and looked back out at the sea. Ortho had come closer to shore, he and Deuce now looking for seashells. Baby games…but Idia thought it was cute how Ortho wanted to make them matching shell bracelets. He then saw you move out of the corner of his eye, a water bottle slowly coming into his line of sight. He looked back in your direction with a confused expression. 
“Here,” you said as you lifted the bottle closer to him. “I came to give you this. If you really have to keep on the hoodie, you need to drink more water.” 
“Water’s for normies,” he mused. 
“And heat stroke via stubbornness is for losers,” you retorted. 
Well, you had a point. Idia hated plain water, but he was thirsty. So, with an overdramatically annoyed sound, he took the plastic bottle from you. His fingers brushed against yours as he grasped the bottle; he quickly pulled away and looked down before you could see the pink of his cheeks. “Thanks…” 
“No problem.” Your smile was as bright as the sparkles that came with an SSR card pull. The swimsuit you wore made you look like the love interest in an otome game…why did Idia have to be like this? Before his thoughts could get too carried away, you broke Idia out as you spoke again. “Why are you wearing that anyway? It’s not even that windy today, and it’s not going to rain either. You don’t need it.” 
“You don’t need it,” Idia mocked in a voice that exaggerated yours. He scoffed again as he continued, “What do you want me to do, huh? Take it off and get laughed at by everyone?” He sipped his water sharply before he mumbled under his breath, “It’s not like I’m a protagonist with abs.” 
You furrowed your brow, “Epel doesn’t have abs, neither do Deuce or Ace, and they’re out without a shirt.” 
“They don’t look like a dweeb,” Idia grumbled as he took another swig of his water. 
“You do not look like a dweeb,” you said as you gently elbowed his side. 
Idia smirked again as he chuckled. “What do you have, x-ray vision? How do you know?” 
“I don’t,” you admitted, “but you’re not bad looking, Idia.” Idia glanced back your way as you finished your thought. “I’ve always thought you looked pretty cute.” 
Cute cute you called him cute aaaaahhh!!! 
‘Calm down Idia,’ Idia told himself. ‘You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re cool, you’re fine. Be cool, be…be cool.’ 
Idia managed a grin as he leaned a little closer. “C-Cute, huh?” He mentally called himself dumb for the stammer. “Like what, a puppy?” 
“No, not a puppy,” you laughed. “That’s more of Jack than anything.” Idia held back a laugh of his own as he saw Jack’s ears perk up in the distance. It nearly slipped when the beastman looked in your direction with a look between surprise and puzzled on his face. “I think…hmm…” You thought it over for a bit; honestly, Idia was afraid of what you might say. When you finally did speak, he was nowhere near prepared for what you said. 
“You remind me of the cute loner best friend the main character ends up with in a romantic comedy.”
Idia’s mind ran a mile a minute as he processed your words. Him, cute guy? Love interest in a romantic comedy? What? Good thing his hoodie hid his face when he looked down, or you’d see just how blushy he was. He barely registered the words that came out of his mouth in his flustered state. “Are you the main character?” he mumbled. 
“Huh?” you asked. “What did you say?” 
Idia quickly regained himself, though clumsily. “I, I, u-uh, nothing!” For the first time since he’d gotten to the beach, Idia scrambled up from his spot on the ground. “I-I just remembered I forgot, um…O-Ortho’s bag! Need that if he’s going to collect shells.” He was sweating more now than he ever had before. “I-I’ll see you later!” 
Never did anyone know that Idia Shroud could run that fast. Idia felt ridiculous, honestly - like some anime school girl that just got rejected by her crush. You hadn’t rejected him, but you surely would have laughed if you heard what he said. C’mon, you? With him? Laughable. You’d likely end up with one of the main guys, like Malleus, or Vil, or Leona.
It’d never be with him…never. Idia felt a lump form in his stomach as he slowed down. As his shoes clumped along the wooden walkway that led to and from the beach’s entrance, he tugged his hood further over his head. He could see his once blue hair was now a flaming bright pink. He groaned as he rolled his eyes to the sky, so very frustrated with himself. He told himself to be cool…when was he ever. 
“Get an actual beach body and maybe you could have a shot with the main character,” Idia grumbled to himself as he walked along. 
Hopefully you didn’t notice Ortho’s bag on the beach towel where he’d left it. 
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askcometcare · 9 months
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 4 months
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Cross seems very serious, does he ever let up sometimes? Are there any moments of him being more bubbly?
Ps, can I get a hug from horror? I feel like he’d give the best bear hug EVER!!!
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Cross: I'm not serious. I'm numb. My universe's friends and family are dead. I don't know how to contact my old friend(s). Everything I ever knew is gone and it's been an absolute wreck trying to adjust to the new norm. Cross: …and now I can't even make a short walk, or shower, or stand for long- leaping and running is out of the question, something I used to be able to do like second nature. My whole right side hurts, and it randomly gets worse for no reasons. Cross: I can't even look at art supplies without flinching and feeling- bad? Like I'm- I don't know. It's stupid and frustrating. Cross: It was bad before, but it only used to be paint brushes and paints. Now it's paper and crayons and pencils and anything that can be used to draw. Cross: …i can't even get off this stupid floor. my leg hurts too much Cross: (..i don't want to go back to bandages everywhere, but it hurts.)
(Cross laughing a bit [amused] here)
(Cross being in a neutral mood [getting a gift] here)
(Cross in a happy/joking mood here)
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the-mortal-incorrects · 4 months
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Clary: I love you. Jace: You shouldn’t. Clary, pulling up a finger to Jace’s lips: Shut up and ACCEPT MY LOVE, BASTARD.
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a-study-in-bullshit · 10 months
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ivynightshade · 1 month
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’
[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]
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liesmultixxx · 2 months
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Me: *talks about my feelings*
Mom: 😐
Me, remembering: Oh yeah sorry i forgot that we don’t talk about our feelings in this household😄My bad
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niabridges · 2 months
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hello...it me 👉👈 ...your local shitpost dealer, here to supply you with Friday coping mechanisms.
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agoodpairofsocks · 7 months
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Someone: You keep being hard on yourself and then deflecting concern with stupid jokes.
Me: haha you said "hard on"
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tildeathiwillwrite · 1 month
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Whumpril Day 8, Day 16
Bloodshot, Coughing Fit
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TW: coughing, sickness, pneumonia, self-deprecation
Whumpee could feel the cough rising in their chest, the unbearable tickling, burning sensation in their throat as they held it back. Caretaker was asleep nearby; Whumpee didn’t want to wake them. Unfortunately, they could only keep the cough back for so long.
Whumpee cleared their throat, trying to soothe the burning. It didn’t work. What started as a simple grunt snowballed into a cough, and another, and another. And another. Whumpee’s chest spasmed as their lungs tried desperately to expel the sickness. They covered their mouth, but it didn’t do anything to stop the coughing or muffle the noise.
Eventually, the fit subsided. Whumpee’s throat burned even more from the force of their coughing, and the sound trailed off into a quiet sob.
“Whumpee…? Are you okay?”
Whumpee exhaled slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay, Caretaker, go back to sleep.”
Caretaker was silent for a few moments before sitting up. Whumpee could see their eyes were bloodshot from many nights of little sleep spent caring for Whumpee. “I’ll get you some water,” they said, rising to their feet.
“Nonono, it’s fine…” Whumpee weakly protested, but Caretaker ignored them and left the room.
Whumpee slumped. Stupid pneumonia. Stupid cough. Stupid me for getting sick.
@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @whumpril
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