whump-since-2010

[whump-since-2010]

INTRO POST!

HI fellow whump lovers!! I'm Aster! (my main is @ablatheringblatherskite!)

I have finally decided to make a whump blog. Mostly because I'm having a hard time sorting and finding the posts I reblogged on my main. My main will still be getting a bunch of whump stuff, but this sideblog will be exclusively whump!!

I'm mostly a fanfic writer, although I do have some original stories in the works!

Some fandoms I've written for (and want to write for): Phantom of the Opera, Supernatural, One Piece, Les Mis, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Wednesday, Hamilton

Blorbos I've Whumped (Or will whump): Raoul de Chagny, Erik (the Phantom), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji, Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Tyler Galpin, Hiccup Haddock III

READ MY WHUMP FICS HERE!

IMPORTANT NOTE AND SQUICKS:

I'm also a Christian. I avoid explicit and NSFW whump, as well as whump as a kink or fetish. I'm fine with graphic gore and violence, but avoid the more sexual side of whump generally.

Squicks: NSFWhump, overtly sexual contents, mentions of genitalia, Urination,

Some whump stuff I like!:

Restraints!!!! (shackles attached to the wall or ceiling, chained, tied to a chair, bound on the floor or in a stress position, gags, cloth gags and duct tape, collars and muzzles, hidden restraints, etc.)

Kidnapped and capture!!

Body horror (especially paired with non-con body mod)

Resigned whumpee, especially a defiant whumpee becoming broken and resigned and afraid

Small cages

Trophy Whumpee (Whumpee to be shown off and be pretty)

Mouth/eyelids stitched shut

Manhandling!!

Royal whumpee

Stress position

Dehumanization, Infantilization, and Humiliation/Degredation

Torture!!

Pet whump (obviously not the NSFW kind)

Nonsexual BBU

Roleplay whump (like, when the whumper forces the whumpee to play a specific role for them. Like their child, or spouse, etc)

Creepy whumper

Intimate whumper (yes ofc not the NSFW kind. More like ruffling their hair, patting their cheeks, holding their face, playing with their hair or ears, etc.)

Non-sexual, noncon touching

Exhaustion (but particularly when it's with an art form)

Performance whump (is this a thing. Like being forced to sing/dance for whumper's entertainment, or for whumper's gain)

Art whumpee (whumpee that's somehow turned into art)

Cosmetic whump

Plaything Whumpee (Whumpee being treated like a toy, a plaything)

Doll Whumpee (Whumpee being treated like a doll)

Experimentation and lab whump/medical whump (Lab rat whumpee!!)

Living Weapon

Forced obedience

Manipulation, mind games and gaslighting

Body control (Like, when whumper is only in control of the body but not the mind, so whumpee is maybe trapped in their mind and forced to watch)

Whumpee being turned into a puppet (literally and figuratively)/Literally being puppeteered with strings

Brainwashing/mind control

Cybernetics whump

Sensory deprivation

Branding

Carving skin with a knife (carving words, or maybe a creepy smile on the corners of whumpee's mouth!)

Public whump (public humiliation and being used as an example/to discourage people mmmmm)

Dismemberment/Vivisection/General Mutilation/Permanent damage/Gore

Waterboarding/Head being dunked into water forcefully

Good ol' classic beating while whumpee is restrained/already down

Paralysis drugs

And I Must Scream

Trauma

Comfort

And probably more that I've forgotten!!

Masterposts:

Chrumblr Whumblr 2024

Whumpuary 2025

Stuff I've Written (that aren't for whump challenges):

Muzzled / Foot on mouth / Bait for WoW / "Say It." / Good Bunny / Meat / "Why're you hitting yourself?"

Stuff I've Drawn:

Kiki being tortured / Raoul locked up / Ettie / Ettie kidnapped / "Shut up" (Ettie) / Whump art exchange 2025: Token

For Me:

Toyybox - Whump art exchange 2025: Ettie, Sam & Dean / Cyberwhumper - Christmas art

MY ART FIGHT!

I will GLADLY draw whump art for you guys :DDD

FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME WRITING/PROMPT REQUESTS!! (I'll probably just be slow about answering...)

icon by @toyybox!!! TY FRIEND

Aaaand that's all I guess! Let the whumping begin!

Tags and stuff:

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#whump writing, #whump writing references, #whump, #whump art, #whump gifsets, #whump prompts, #whump writings, #crack whump, #whump dialogue, #whump humor, #masterlist

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#caretaker, #bad caretaker, #carewhumper, #siblings, #relationships in whump

#restraints, #bound, #cocooned, #hanging from the ceiling, #tied to a chair, #tied to a tree, #strapped to a table, #tied to a bed, #bound and gagged, #gagging, #mouth stitched shut, #muted, #silenced, #blindfolded

#forced to watch, #forced to hurt a friend, #forced smile, #forced labour, #forced marriage, #force feeding, #forced drinking, #forced to participate, #forced to fight, #forced obedience, #hypnosis, #mind control, #controlled, #body control, #paralysis/paralyzed, #loss of autonomy, #possession, #catatonic

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#chains, #ropes, #duct tape, #cages, #tiny cages, #cells, #two dimensional prisons, #muzzles, #blindfolds, #leashes, #collars, #head collar(s), #shock collars, #guns, #knives, #glass whump, #barbed wires, #cement, #hooks

#conditioning, #mind games, #manipulation, #self-deprecation, #self loathing, #self harm, #self sacrifice, #sacrifices, #screams, #sobbing, #resignation, #dehumanization, #humiliation, #shame, #infantilization, #degradation, #desperation, #fear, #pain, #rage, #trauma, #triggers, #vague discomfort, #distrust, #dazed, #dazed and confused, #disorientation, #delirium, #horrified, #mocking, #arguments, #betrayal, #guilt, #amnesia, #hallucinations, #exhaustion, #nightmares, #begging, #gaslighting, #abandonment/abandoned, #isolation, #unconscious, #insecurity, #threats, #hurtful words, #helplessness, #shutting down

#kidnapped, #captured, #trapped, #slavery, #body horror, #escape attempt, #rescue/rescued, #recovery, #aftermath whump, #hostage whump, #used as bait, #royal whump, #lab whump, #medical whump, #magic whump, #superhero whump, #pirate whump, #superpower whump, #superhealing whump, #undercover whump, #public whump, #public humiliation, #surprise whump, #pet whump, #wing whump, #water whump, #heat whump, #mouth whump, #eye whump, #hand whump, #domestic whump, #cybernetic(s) whump, #art whump, #performance whump, #cosmetic whump, #living weapon, #hurt/comfort, #parental whump, #family whump, #psychological whump, #emotional whump, #roleplay whump, #prison whump, #historical whump, #religious whump, #performance whump, #holiday whump, #team whump, #held for ransom, #gladiator whump, #time loop, #reality manipulation, #memory whump

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Me bc the words are finally wording

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I need to know if there are people with similar stories.

To those who were into whump ever since they were a kid, what are some things that you did that, looking back, make you laugh now that you know of whump?

So, here's something I did.

Whenever my mother would buy oranges, they would come in this net, right? I would take them, and be the one to put them in the fruit bowl. Why? So I could open the net as carefully as possible, so it wouldn't be damaged and just had one small opening.

Then I took it to my room to hide it. I knew this wasn't a... 'normal' thing to do, lol. But I used it to capture my toys. Especially loved taking it to bathtub and capturing mermaids. It was very whumpy, I loved it.

I also had this toy of a bird in a cage. It broke at one point, but... I didn't mind. I kept the cage. Now I could lock up my toys. So many scenarios, kidnappings, rescue missions, hurt, comfort, all of it.

So... anyone else have stories like these?

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

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Spiderwebs #4: Diplomacy

Masterlist

content: lab whump, kidnapping, non-consensual drugging, failed escape attempt

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Jackie did not realize the severity of his situation for a while—he blamed it on the bullets—but it did eventually dawn on him that, yes, he was locked in a stranger’s basement. For a reason he still was not privy to. Again, very rude. He could rule out human trafficking, more or less, considering that the unnamed lady wanted him dead. That still left serial killer, hitman, or organ salesman on the list, none of which were much better options. 

He needed to escape. That much was clear. It was what every prisoner did, what every prisoner wanted. It kept his thoughts occupied, in any case. 

There were no windows in the basement. It was cold and somewhat dusty. There was no carpet, only concrete, and the walls were painted a nondescript off-white. There were two doors. One, he assumed, led to a different room. The other, which sat atop a flight of stairs, led out of the basement. The doors were all very fancy. Almost Gothic, dark mahogany under a slight glaze, all very intimidating. Enough about the doors, though. He doubted they were unlocked, and even if they were he’d have trouble opening them in his current position—that is, trussed up like a Christmas goose. 

Sneaking out would be hard, then. He was willing to bargain with his captor. Jackie was smart enough to realize that cooperation would get him farther than blind rage. Blind rage had a time and a place, of course. Preferably when his opponent did not wield an aluminum bat. Until then…

He kept searching. There were a few pieces of furniture—a decaying dresser, the empty frame of a mirror, a wooden chair and table. There was a large, boxy freezer—large enough to store a few bodies, at least—though it was currently unplugged. There was a cardboard box of cleaning supplies, and Jackie could see the handle of a broom sticking out. A lone light hung from the ceiling. He hoped it wouldn’t go out any time soon. Lord knew what he’d keep busy with in a dark room.

Would the police believe him? He wasn’t sure how many people had died at his new captor’s hands, or how many people would die in the future. He had a duty, no? To tell the cops? To guide the hand of justice? Then again, maybe it wasn’t any of his damned business. He’d keep his hands clean of the whole affair and hopefully be a free man before his vacation days ended. He’d stay safe, he’d stay quiet, and he’d forget it ever happened.

There was not much else to contemplate. There was a steady ache in his chest, in his head, and around his wrists. The pain was already becoming familiar, however, fading into white noise along with the buzz of the lights. Jackie nearly fell asleep again when the door opened.

“Hello.” At the door, she wore a cashmere sweater, not a bloody apron. Her hair fell loosely around her neck, scraping her shoulders. She held a glass of water in her right hand, clasped the doorknob in her left. There was nothing violent in her expression, nothing but a soft indifference. “Feeling alright?”

Jackie nearly replied with no, before he realized the gag was still on. He shrugged instead, hoping to appear aloof but reasonable, unhappy but in a diplomatic way.

“Great.” She stepped down the stairs. The sound had an echo to it, and so did her voice. “You must be thirsty. Here.” She set a glass down in front of him, where he sat on the floor.

Jackie tilted his head. He flexed his hands, still bound in the thick rope. The lady nodded and pulled a Swiss Army knife from her pocket. Reaching over his shoulder, she worked at the ropes. Her hair brushed his cheek. Her hands were cold as they grazed against his. 

She pulled the ropes away. Jackie wrung his wrists, then pulled down the chiffon scarf from his mouth. “Thanks.”

She brushed her bangs off her face. “You’re welcome. Now, drink something. We’re going to have a conversation.”

It was an unwavering command. The staccato tone she used made him uneasy. Still, he took the glass. There was no use in starting an argument. 

“I never got your name, did I?” he said.

“Hm.” Her eyes narrowed, only slightly. “You’ll be here for a while. We might as well get to know each other. I’m Heather.”

“That’s a plant, isn’t it? Like lavender?”

“I suppose, but I’m not a botanist.” 

“What are you, then? If you don’t mind me asking?”

She definitely did mind. “Drink that first, then we’ll talk.”

He drank the water, then handed her the empty glass. “You’re not a hitman, are you?”

Heather let out a curt laugh. “No, not at all. I’m a chemist, though I take an interest in biology these days. I’m sure you want to know why I brought you here. Truth be told, I want you dead. I wanted your heart, Jackie.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“Not in the metaphorical sense. I wanted the literal organ.” Heather stood up straighter and continued. “I needed something to test on, that’s all. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, right? Your contribution would have helped science immensely. That’s not the problem, in any case. The problem is that I have your heart, and you’re still alive.”

Jackie nodded, slowly, wondering if it was better to call the psychiatrist instead of the police. 

Heather stared down at him, expressionless. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No, I believe you. You shot me a few times, I think that proves it.” This was a lie. All things died. Jackie knew that. That raw, bloody thing in the jar wasn’t his heart—he still had a pulse, didn’t he? He was still breathing. There was some other explanation he was too panicked to notice. He’d tell Heather whatever she wanted to hear, though, whatever would help him survive this. “But you do know that murder is illegal, right?”

“No, I thought the police would be thrilled to see my organ collection. Moving on, I have good news and bad news.”

Jackie didn’t like the phrase organ collection. He supposed that a scientist could also be a serial killer. Being a scientist would probably make the work a lot easier, now that he thought about it. He’d bet she had access to all sorts of neat trinkets and tools. What was next, her human leather scrapbook? “Okay, start with the bad news.”

“You’re going to stay here, in my house, for the rest of your life.” She said it with such a candid air. “I’ll provide food, water, whatever you need. New clothes, maybe. You’ll sleep in the basement, of course. That door over there is for the bathroom. The shower is broken, by the way. If you want to use the one upstairs, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Wow. The bare minimum. You’re an angel.”

She powered on without so much as a glare. “Yes, I know. Regardless, I will say this. Don’t try to escape. I’d rather work with you, not against you, but I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.”

Or her closet, apparently. “Why are you keeping me here, again? Remind me.”

“I can’t let you run off to the police after all that, can I? Besides, I need a test subject.”

He scowled. “Why don’t you buy a hamster, then?”

“I’m banned from PetSmart, and hamsters aren’t immortal. That’s the good news, by the way. You’re immortal.” She paused, as if waiting for Jackie to pop a bottle of champagne and start clapping. “You’re a biological miracle, and I’m not letting that slip away.”

Jackie stood up to face her properly. “Listen, this all sounds great, but I’ve got other plans on my calendar. Let me go now and I won’t say a word to the cops. I won’t say a word to anybody. Deal?”

“You are aware that I’m holding you captive, right? I make the deals, not you.” She glanced away as she spoke, but looked back to study his expression. “Are you starting to feel tired, Jackie?”

He completely ignored her question. “That’s not a deal, that’s a decision. I say we make a deal. I can give you money? I can let you shoot me a few times, if that’s what you want?”

“That would be highly unprofessional. I’d need to shoot you more than just a few times to confirm my results. And I’d like to test more than just bullets.” She tilted the glass in her hand. “I’ll start the tests tomorrow. Don't look so worried. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Get some rest. Think it over.”

She stood up and walked over to the door upstairs without so much as a second glance. Bargaining hadn’t worked. Clearly, Heather wasn’t interested in his opinion. He wasn’t a variable in this. His thoughts were casualties, his feelings on the matter collateral damage. He would need to resort to other means. 

He followed her to the base of the stairs, quiet as physically possible, treading around the echo. This physical exertion blurred his vision—he fought to keep it fixed on his target. 

As soon as the door opened, he ran up the steps and lunged. 

He shoved her to the ground with as much force as he could gather. There was a short gasping sound as the air was pushed out of her lungs. When she reached for the Swiss knife, he grabbed her wrist and kept it from moving. 

Heather… wasn’t fighting back. She was just watching him, observing him. He felt as though the test had already started. No matter, he needed to move quickly. Rats in mazes didn’t stop to ask questions, did they? He needed to hold her still somehow. Restrain her. Jackie pinned her wrist to the ground with one hand and reached for the knife in her pocket with the other.

He let go, for only a moment, as he felt pain crack in his chest. She’d kicked him. That moment was enough for her to keep going and sock him in the nose. The smell of blood began to bloom inside his skull. He wiped his nose, swung at her, missed. She pushed. He nearly fell down the stairs, but managed to hold on by the sleeve of her sweater.

“Are you feeling tired yet?” Heather smiled, still pinned under him yet oh-so confident. “Vision getting blurry? Movement appears to be uncoordinated? I think dry mouth was a side effect.”

“What the hell are you going on about?” He attempted to stand up. This was a bad idea, it seemed, because he lost balance and fell on top of her. 

He was vaguely aware of how embarrassing this was, vaguely aware of her body under him, but that knowledge wasn’t much help. Every attempt at moving his limbs again was like trying to swim to the bottom of a swimming pool. His thoughts, too, were underwater, distorted by the viscosity of it all. The only thing he could manage was catching his breath.

“I drugged you, Jackie. Or, more specifically, I drugged your water.” She shrugged. “I expected a fight. I wasn’t happy about it, by the way. I was hoping you’d be a little more sensible.”

“And stay in your basement?” he managed to snap back, though it took a hot minute to form the words. “I’m not going to...“

“Come on, Jack.” She was grinning now. “Get up. Fight me. The door’s right there. Your last chance at leaving.”

“Not my last chance,” he hissed. With a heave, he lifted himself off the floor. “You can’t stop me.”

She pushed him away like a ragdoll. His head slammed on the hard surface of the railing. “Get up and fight, then. Go on. Just stand up. It’s not so hard, is it? It’s only a mild sedative. You can do it.”

He looked up at her. There was a certain glow around her silhouette as she stood against the sunlight, a certain blur around her features. The sunlight! He could run. He could make it. He could go home. This little adventure was starting to wear down on him. If only Heather would move out of the way. She was grinning harder now, or maybe it was his mind playing tricks. That was the last thing he saw, that strange apparition, before it all faded.

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Characters who are just small and scared and vulnerable on the inside, but it translates to harsh, strong and scary on the outside.

Their thoughts: "Please, leave me alone. Don't hurt me anymore, please don't hurt me."

Their words: "Touch me again and I'll rip your hands off and feed them to you."

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*opens google*

How does... one find motivation... and regain writing skill?

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i'm planning on turning Puppet into a full series in chronological order

the characters will all have names, as well as the city and the world. thank you for the attention. i never honestly thought people would like my writing. I really appreciate it

for now, have this snippet: (tw: a little blood)

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Puppet growled through his teeth in an attempt not to scream from rage or agony as adrenaline pounded through his veins and every inch of his body burned. She advanced on him again, flipping the metal rod over as he lunged for her legs, and rammed it into the side of his skull.

Puppet reeled back, tasting blood, the world ringing into white for a moment as his body slammed into the stone floor and he shook his head. Blood. Saw red, tasted iron, his ears drowned, all he smelled; metal, clothes ripped and ruined. Damn. The new suit, too.

"How are we feeling, puppet boy? Ready to give in?" Whumper paced toward him, a grin plastered over her stupid plastic face. Another strike, this time to the ribs. More. Until he slumped against the wall, trembling and wheezing for air. "Come on? It's not that bad. You know what failure means, my little Puppet. Don't give me that look. Obey. You will do everything I say, I own you."

Puppet squinted up at her, head spinning and barely hearing her over the incessant ringing. Or was it buzzing? He narrowed his eyes as best as he could, choosing one of the three copies of her swimming in his vision, faintly gasping through gritted teeth, "Fuck... you..."

taglist:

@toyybox

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Puppet whumpee (The Red String) Update!

We have moved from the planning stages to the plotting stages

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Eilene is his world, she is the center of everything. His Mistress. She has always been there. As long as 026 can physically remember, it's been HER face, HER smile he was striving to please. He has been devoted to her for as long as he can remember, and as long as he can remember he's loathed her and THAT FACE. He hates her for his pain because he knows she is the origin. But he loves her he is dependent on her. She bought him from them. She gives orders, he has been raised with her face behind his eyes every moment. He BELONGS to her. He EXISTS for her. And when he is finally handed over to her, she is MORE. He hates her MORE. But he is also so much MORE dependant on her now that she's the only thing he has left of his upbringing, the only one giving orders, the only one hurting him.

@toyybox @theweirdbox123 @carb0n-m0n0xide @cheerfulmelancholies @eyehartart

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Sweet Baby!!! Also we got a name reveal now. Her name is Sprig!! I think it’s adorable, if you don’t… don’t tell me because it took me so long to figure out a name for her. Just look at her cute little puppy eyes.

Picrew 1

Picrew 2

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Oh! Welcome! I'm not on much on this blog because writer's block and low energy is a bit... persistent, But I'd love to be friends!

I'll add your WIP to my TBR pile!!

Hi! I’m Bug!

If I’m being completely honest I feel terribly under qualified to be posting here but I have too many stories bouncing around in my head.

I discovered the world of whump a few years ago and quickly fell in love. I’ve had little guys running around in my head begging for stories ever since.

The only public writing I’ve ever done was on Wattpad when I was in middle school. So you can imagine just how intimidated I am by these amazing writers here. I just hope that my stories can give others the same comfort as other’s stories have given me.

You’ll also have to excuse me if the formatting of my posts comes out weird, I don’t have access to a computer so I’m confined to using the mobile version. I also am terrible at spelling and grammar but I try to cover it up by using big words.

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Thank you for the tag, Love <3

Laughter and hard breaths became wheezing as the two boys skidded to a stop beside the centerpiece of the town square. 032 flopped down on the edge of the fountain, "26, what the hell?"

(I don't really got a taglist for these so uh... open tag)

Writer tag game: share the very last line you wrote for a WIP

I was tagged by @darkluminosity, thank you!!

His trembling fist clenched behind his back, a familiar ache in his left hand that never quite curled all the way flaring from the strain.

Ehhhh no pressure tag @cepheusgalaxy @melpomenelamusa  @chiswhumpcorner @paingoes @floral-comet-whump plus open tag

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when characters who love to eat turn down food and everyone immediately realizes something is wrong

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Hmmmm

Spiderwebs or Spiderwebs?

What very fun and inspiring project will I read today?

Idk such a hard decision

- @whump-since-2010

yeahhh Spiderwebs has more spiders but Spiderwebs has more webs... hard decisions !

(Lol thank youu I hope you'll get inspired today by jackie's astronomically bad luck and heather's... well it's heather. What more can I say 🫡❤️)

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TRS Progress Update #9

I don't actually know when TRS will be done because There's... something going on with me and I'm struggling to figure out what's wrong because there are no reaources

Thank you again for being here and for waiting

I'm sorry

I hope all of you are having a very lovely time

I'll be leaving for a while

Taglist: @toyybox @theweirdbox123 @carb0n-m0n0xide @cheerfulmelancholies @eyehartart @munamarvel14 @sunflowerrosy @countryhumans-whump @piplupfluffwritingstuff2 @gekowo @yolbert

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bunny in the last chapter of spiderwebs:

[whump-since-2010]

I'm sorry I'm taking so long

Writer's Block is kicking me in the teeth

So... have some 026 quotes as an apology

(TW for language)

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"You can't get a fine for disorderly conduct... if you're never caught, see that's the same reason I don't have a DUI, I can't fucking drive."

"See, these are my pets. This little one here is Prince, he helps me with defending myself. Princess is the nicer of the two." *loads Ar-15* "This is Princess. She wants to help you meet God."

"Touch my suit, and I will make you wish you were never born. Because it was expensive? Oh oh no, that's stupid. It's because I didn't have to pay for this one. That's why it's my favorite"

"See He deserved to die because even as a corpse, he's still somehow being a pain in the ass"

"What? You told me to give you a part of the body, so I left my finger on your desk!"

"I would call you a bitch but that's an insult to all dogs"

"If you were anything other than human, you'd be a Greek goddess. No, of course it's not because you're beautiful, it's because you're a fucking whore."