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Intro

Hey there! I've been lurking in the shadows of whumpblr for a while, but thought I'd finally force myself to quit hiding. I'm not gonna put my real name on here so you can just call me my username I guess. Hopefully I'll write my own series eventually, but for now I'll stick to drabbles and smaller stuff. I'm gonna attempt to do some whump challenges but we shall see how that goes. I'm really new to writing whump and I'm still testing things out, so I apologize if this blog is a mess lol.

Some tropes I like: Kidnapping, torture, interrogation, defiant/stoic whumpees, intimate/creepy whumpers, circus whump, mute whumpees/whumpers, drugging

Dislikes: BBU, heavy gore, fully conditioned whumpees (Definitely no NSFW cause I'm a minor.)

I'd also like to note I have social anxiety and selective mutism, so I apologize in advance if I'm a bit awkward and don't respond to things immediately. That doesn't at all mean I don't want to interact with people, I'm just not that good at it.

Thanks for reading! Can't wait to start whumping! :)

reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels

I’m trying to prove a point

I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly

For anyone that needs to be reminded 💕

I feel some may need to hear this as much as I do.

tw: drugging

a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.

“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.

the world seems to fade in and out, blood rushing through their ears drowning out the voices around them. it hurts- is all whumpee can think, the pain is setting their body alight and sending stars to dance before their eyes. they’re confused and scared, the world too big and loud for their semi conscious brain to comprehend.

but then, arms are wrapping around their fragile body, settling the shakes that ravage their frame. they panic at first, weakly fighting against whatever new torture this is; but then they hear it, the soft lull of caretaker’s voice. a hand cards through their hair and the rumble of caretakers chest is welcoming as they press against it.

the world is slipping through their fingers now, and whumpee lets their consciousness fade away as they weakly grip onto the back of caretaker’s shirt.