tragedyinblue
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Even if it takes months or years, you'll come back to it when you're truly ready to. You may feel like you're ready and like you're done with being on break, but clearly you're not done or ready. Let your body do what it needs to in order to fully rest and revitalize.
You'll write again. Go do other things, find new joys in life. Go find new beauties in your world around you. Don't obsess over what you can't do, but rather find new things or old things you forgot you loved.
Writing will be here when you come back. 💖
Don't waste your life away wishing you could do something that'll mentally and/or emotionally drain you.
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Today I learned that raw garlic can cause chemical burns! Managed to dice and crush 10 cloves (out of 20) for a recipe before I noticed the pain 🙃
#sitting with my fingers in whole milk#unexpected whump#whump ideas from real life#i swear I’m not a vampire#culinary whump
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Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless
This isn't my favorite style, but it's been a while since my last post. The prompt reminded me of summers where boys I knew did very whumpy, awful things to bugs.
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[Captain America voice:] Assemble.
Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.
Let's see how many reblogs this gets!
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thinking about the potential for mech pilot body horror/dysmorphia. seeing something high above you or farther away than you can easily traverse with your own body and feeling a rush of vertigo, as though you should be able to reach out and touch it, or clear the distance in a single stride. after so long spent inside the mech that it's become like an extension of yourself, it can be difficult to adjust to being human again.
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Me about every single thing I’ve ever written 😂
Do you ever start writing something that you’re excited about and that seems like it’s turning out well and that you’re getting eager to share, and then you start typing it up or doing an edit pass and it’s just awful it’s awful its premise is fundamentally flawed and it’s out of character and the prose is clunky and the plot is badly paced and ludicrous and the whole thing is embarrassing, how could you have done this, how could you have sunk so much time into this, you can’t even look at it, how is this that shining thing you were so excited about, how could you even have considered finishing it let alone sharing it with anyone, you’re crying, your mother is crying, nuns are spontaneously exploding in the streets,
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Reblog for a whump-themed Christmas Card in your inbox
Hello friends!
I've made a whump Christmas card design for fun and since a lot of people on discord showed interest in receiving one, I figured I'd extend the offer to here as well.
So on the 25th everyone who reblogs will receive a whumpmas card in their inbox (please have askbox open!!).
Happy holidays everyone!!!
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Holiday whump ideas!
Not sure if these exist elsewhere already but they’ve been knocking around my brain for days:
Advent calendar of punishments for whumpee
Deranged whumper who thinks he’s Santa and has “elf” and/or “reindeer” whumpees
Whumper who keeps a Naughty/Nice list and rewards their whumpee(s) accordingly
Caretaker helping whumpee practice fine motor function by decorating cookies or a gingerbread house
Recovering whumpee getting shocked by faulty Christmas lights while decorating with Caretaker
Recovering whumpee who flinches when they hear the whipcracks in “Sleigh Ride”
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oh yeah so i was at thanksgiving dinner with my family, in the kitchen while we were cleaning up, and the dog was running around underfoot all excited about the scraps, and someone said to the dog, "oh, you get to lick the floor, aren't you lucky?"
and i just. pet whump dialogue prompt?
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I know none of you sickos (affectionate) out here writing about angst and whump are over age 25 because none of you EVER mention how much it hurts your knees to kneel down. Bestie if your blorbo is in his 30's, he's going to be wailing and gnashing his teeth after five minutes kneeling on a concrete floor, and not because it's hurting his pride
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I held out as long as I could, but had to stop following the astarion tag for bg3 because of porn bot posts marked with the same thing covering at least a quarter of my feed.
Is there any way to deal with unwanted content other than blocking one by one?
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NSFWHUMPTOBER 2023
RULES
tag me. it's @whump-world. if you don't tag me, i won't be able to find your pieces. (then all my followers who are largely okay with nsfwhump won't be able to find your blog either!)
2. it can be as nsfw as you like. i will reblog all of it.
3. use this hash tags #nsfwhumptober2023
4. the prompts are just guidelines. take as much creative liberty as you need. the dialogue can be edited. the word prompts are for additional inspiration.
5. write out all the warnings at the start of your piece.
6. any kind of media is okay as long as it's on Tumblr. so art, writing, gifs, etc is a-okay.
7. reblog this if you're participating
PROMPTS
day 1: anything you like!!
day 3: "get on the table"
exhibitionism | punishment | humiliation
day 5: "were the pillows soft?"
noncon drugging | denial | creepy whumper
day 7: "love me. that's all i'm asking"
pet names | possessive whumper | defiant whumpee
day 9: "you don't understand how ravishing you look"
clothes | higher social status whumpee | restrained
day 11: "Shh.. unless you want it to hurt"
wax play | in public | pain
day 13: "smile at the camera, love"
anonymous whumper | voyeurism | stalker
day 15: "i'll do anything." "anything?"
sensory deprivation | mind break | isolation
day 17: "who- who is that?"
multiple whumpers | blinded whumpee | trafficking
day 19: "you only have one purpose"
toys | cockwarming | dehumanization
day 21: "the begging, the tears, gosh, the show you put on."
captivity | gaslighting | terror
day 23: "can i touch you here?"
weapons | noncon touch | bargaining
day 25: "you're tired, huh. sure, sitting there must be oh so tiring."
exhaustion | dubcon | somnophilia
day 27: "who do you want first?"
multiple whumpees | mind games | pet whump
day 29: "you can't go out like that. people already think you're a whore. no need to prove them right."
control | relationship whump | embarrassment
day 31: "why are you crying? you deserve worse."
villain whumpee | bondage | loss of power
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Went a bit more theatrical for this first Figuwhump Friday (not totally happy with how it came out, but I'm sick so I'm giving myself some grace :P)
@figuwhump
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traumatized fictional characters recieving the bare minimum of decent treatment be like "i hope these people don't realize that actually i haven't earned human rights"
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Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker.
They had a soft, kind voice, with soft kind hands, and even softer, kinder eyes.
They laughed a lot, and made him laugh too, and didn’t seem to notice when he laughed too long or too loudly or too gracelessly.
They gave him food, nice things, and clothes that fit, and a bed (a real bed, just for them!), but… There was one thing in particular that Whumpee liked the most.
See, Whumpee had never needed to be broken. They’d never dare intentionally step out of line, not even in their wildest dreams or most terrifying nightmares. But, they were flawed. Deeply. And made many mistakes.
But, where Whumper had attributed those mistakes to malice, Caretaker merely corrected him, forgave him, helped him.
He remembered fondly (oh how strange to remember anything fondly) the day Caretaker first brought him home. He had tripped over the edge of the welcome mat, and fell hard, knocking the coat rack down with him.
He had been braced for blows, or at best the yelling and screaming that always reduced him to tears, but, instead, Caretaker had crouched down and asked if he was okay. He had stared, blankly (stupidly), at them, covered in coats and scarves, until Caretaker had moved to help him. He’d flinched, and Caretaker still hadn’t struck him. Instead, they offered a hand, and helped him up.
Caretaker smiled, awkward and toothy and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen, and apologized, (apologized, to him, of all things!) making a little joke about how welcome mat wasn’t very welcoming.
Whumpee had stared for a moment more, still braced for this all to be a trick. Then, it was like something inside him broke, like a rubber band snapping, and he laughed. He’d laughed, hysterical and ugly, till tears came to his eyes, and then couldn’t stop them.
He’d begged through tears that he was sorry, that he was trying to be good (an old habit that had still never died, despite having every reason to), but Caretaker still didn’t raise a hand against him.
He didn’t remember all the details, after that, only that Caretaker had brought him into the kitchen, and given him a mug of something warm and sweet, and sat down across from him. And had let him cry, only interrupting to assure him that he was not in trouble and to hand him a tissue.
Yes, Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker. Their heart most of all.
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