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@whump-queen your kind of style 💖

Strong/powerful whumpees being held as trophies. They are showcased in front of anyone the Whumper wants to in-still fear in.

Whumper doesn’t ask Whumpee to do anything. Just stay silent. Stay still.

Maybe Whumpee is chained up, kept in a glass box?

Maybe Whumpee is muzzled?

Whumpee is kept weak so they can’t fight back. Drugged? Starved? Your choice.

Whumper wants them displayed to show their dominance. The ability to contain someone so powerful like it’s nothing.

Do with that what you will, besties x

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Maybe I won’t hit 21

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I feel like im living in the in between spaces, in between frames of life, so to speak. I see the flashing of fluorescent lights, the humming of electricity, see every moment before it happens.

I feel like I’ve lived 40 years in the space of 20. My bones are old. I’ve done twice as many days at school, failed twice as many times, and picked myself up just the same.

Or maybe everything is twice as hard for me.

I wonder how many lifetimes my soul has seen. How many times it’s lived this cycle of abuse. Having realised it’s grown into its mother with the fury of its father boiling inside it. How many wars it’s won and lost. How many lovers it’s kissed and loved and lost.

I wonder if that’s why it’s all so difficult this time around.

My soul is tired. Fabric worn thin, pale and frayed from lifetimes of use and repair.

My mother told me that I couldn’t be fixed. That no matter how I tried, no matter how many doctors I saw and meds I took. I would never be fixed. And she might be right.

And I think I’m a little afraid of that. That this is all I have left.

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[Id. An image of a brown-gray snail hanging onto a small twig. Above and below the snail there is text that reads "You cannot keep up the fight by destroying yourself", "You are not stronger bleeding out". The background of the image is a blur of dark green. End id]

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Look, we joke a lot, but really, "you were born evil, wretched, worse than the scum of the earth, and it took killing a god to make you salvageable, so now you'd better be grateful to that god and thank him 10,000 times a day for it and fill your thoughts with him 24/7 and abide by the letter of his every word, lest you suffer unimaginable torture for all of eternity" is a truly horrendous thing to believe about yourself and other people

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my writing snippet for today:

I broke down in such guttural sobs that not even death could look me in the eye. How could you take this from me?

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AHAHAHAH I LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY BITCH

YOU CANT KILL ME YOU OMNIPOTENT MOTHER FUCKER

I TOOK MY MEDS TODSY SND YOU STILL TRIED TO TAKE MY HAND YOU SORE FUCKING LOSER

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sulkin

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I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:

—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.

—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.

—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money

—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them

—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa

—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them

—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in

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Been a while since I’ve made a whump fun fact post so:

Just letting y’all know - for the people without personal experience - scars change colour with temperature changes! Cool right. And I guess it’s different with different people, with different types of healing and different skin tones. But I have seen all the colours below from ONE scar in the same place over the span of like a week (so not even including the colour changes when it heals)

I think it’s cool. And there’s prolly other colours I’ve forgotten. I find it difficult to colour pick the more red-tones. But yeah. Very cool. Add colour variation on your oc’s scars.

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Even though I don’t believe it, I like to think that realistic dreams are glimpses into alternate lifetimes.

I had a child. In a dream once. I hope he is loved, wherever he is. I’ve never wanted a child less in my life but I still woke with a deep sense of grief. I lost him. I spent hours loving him, taking care of him, speaking to him even before he was born. I miss him. He didn’t even have a name.

In another dream I had a cat. I cried when I woke. Another loss I can never fully process because it wasn’t real to begin with.

I think the dream that hurts the most though, was the one where my brother wasn’t disabled. I don’t think I could work that day, only cry. He hugged me. He spoke to me, and I knew he loved me. He was present, I don’t know how many people can relate to this. But the deep-root grief of the knowing I will never experience that from him. He wasn’t so painfully thin from his disordered eating, his face wasn’t carved with deep worry lines. Oh my little brother. I hope one day you will feel the ease you did in that dream.

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Tell your friends you love them. An internet and sometimes irl friend (when we lived in the same state) passed away and his parents found my address from a holiday card. They printed out and sent me his obituary in the mail.

I’m going to blaze this post, it’s important. Tell your friends you love them, tell them how much they mean to you. Don’t wait until you’re staring at their obituary to wonder if they knew.

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If your goal is to normalize gender-nonconformity you’re gonna have to accept that some people will fuck with gender as hard as they can while still being unequivocally, 100% cis and that is okay. There’s no egg to crack or callout to write. This is a good thing actually.

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hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such