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Write my main recovery whump fic, Absolution.

WRITERS!!! What are your writing-related new year's resolutions?

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Reblog for a whump-themed Christmas Card in your inbox

Hello friends!

It's that time of the year again! I have once again made a whumpy christmas card for my friends and am extending the offer here too <3

On the 25th everyone who reblogs will receive a whumpmas card in their inbox (please have askbox open and allow asks/submissions with media!!!).

Happy holidays everyone!!!

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Me with Canada and Iceland:

Me with my favorite OCs:

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Reading the tags of this reblog, I do admit I feel guilty of writing ‘perfect victims,’ thankfully I’m planning on making my OCs and CH interps a lot messier

I love when trauma makes characters messy. I love when characters don't know how to show love. I love when they lash out. I love when they're vile and break down. I love characters who aren't perfect victims. I love when stories don't excuse behaviour but allow you to understand it

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Some elements of Canada’s abuse were actually discovered whilst listening to This Heat - Horizontal Hold

Discovering my characters backstory by listening to music

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Hello, this is a side blog of @dzagoku-whump , to celebrate my main project hitting over 10,000 words I decided to take a break from it and write some words of something else. I think I wrote about ~630 words of this whump Countryhumans AU Im doing. I’m not gonna post a snippet because it’s very rough, though I’m gonna infodump about it.

TW; severe sibling abuse

I have a Countryhumans AU where Norway (19-21) had something bad happen to her (I haven’t decided for certain what) and became abusive towards her younger brother Iceland (14). It started slow like typical bad sibling relationships, but it escalated to severe abuse where she began to regularly beat him up. Today I wrote a segment where she and Iceland fought and Iceland finally overpowered her (even though she’s much bigger than him) and she got pissed

I’m gonna refine it and release it soon. :)

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You inspired a fic idea for me.

Fem+PlusSize!Ukraine: Caretaker

Agere!Canada: Whumpee

Maybe an OC of mine: Whumper

dystopian society where at age 18, everyone takes a test that designates them as a whumper, whumpee, or caretaker. all of society is organized around these three roles.

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Thank you for letting me know!

[ID: a screenshot from 4thewords, showing a monster named a Mawt, which is a dark, bat-like monster that has a label below it labeled "[pencil emoji] 600" and a 60 minute timer. end ID]

if anyone is wondering, this is my favorite monster to "fight" on 4thewords :)

The hour-long timer is less pressure, and I can usually finish ahead of time if I'm in the zone!

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This seems so simple but honestly explains so much

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This is my entry for October 5 of @ailesswhumptober - Sensory Overload | ‘I can’t take this anymore’

Whumpee: Iceland

Whumper: Norway

TW: Ableism, mistreatment of a disabled person, sibling abuse, implied autistic meltdown

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Iceland quickly paced around the kitchen, tapping his fingers together to try and calm himself down. His heart pounded in his ears and he couldn’t stop himself from shivering and whimpering. He wanted to be quiet, because he knew his sister Norway would come in and beat him.

Normally, his mum would comfort him. However, she wouldn’t be in the house for a few more minutes, and Norway was downstairs with him. He was frightened because for some reason, she got off from abusing him. He must have been a bit too loud, because suddenly he froze as he heard her quick, thundering footsteps.

“I told you to shut up!” Norway screamed as she thrusted the door open. Iceland turned quickly, placing his fists to his chest and staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re winging like a fucking baby, just shut up!” Norway was inches away from his face, her voice piercing his sensitive ears. He looked down, mumbling to himself and fidgeting his hands.

“What did you say?” She quickly grabbed on the fringe of his curly hair, causing him to yelp sharply. He looked in her eyes, trying to avoid any further anger from her. “Stop mumbling, you fuckin retard!”

“G-Get off me!” He squirmed, the loudest voice he could muster as he grasped onto her hands, trying to push her away. Immediately she punched him in the jaw, sending him onto the tiled floor with a sickening thud. He squealed at the sudden pain. She placed her foot on his stomach, towering over him.

He was so small under her, so afraid. Exactly how she wanted.

“Aww, it’s okay dear…” She cooed, grinning at him as she pushed her foot against him, Iceland writhing under her and whimpering. She opened a drawer, rummaging a little before pulling a flashlight out. After turning it on, she placed the light in front of his eyes.

Iceland’s head throbbed at the harsh light. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to squirm away from her, but he couldn’t escape the overstimulation. He needed to get away. The light was too intense for him to handle. Norway giggled to herself as she forced the flashlight into his eye, laughing at his weak attempts to force her away from him.

“I-I can’t take this anymore!” Iceland squealed. He immediately regretted it; telling her to stop would make her rage even worse.

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin weak!” She laughed manically, her hand grasping onto his throat and tightening around it. She loved making him so afraid.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she heard the rumble of a car pulling in the driveway. She didn’t want anyone catching what she was doing. She threw herself off of him, throwing the flashlight back into the drawer, before picking up Iceland and gently cradling him.

The door quickly opened and their mum walked in.

“What happened?” She asked, rather calmly as she turned to them.

“Thank god you’re here, Iceland’s just had a little meltdown.” Norway handed Iceland over to her. “I did my best to calm him, though.”

“Aww, did your big sister help you?” Their mother stroked his hair whilst he frantically nodded his head. He didn’t want to tell her, fearing how Norway would react. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she whispered as she walked him out of the kitchen, leaving Norway to grin to herself.

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This is my entry for October 5 of @ailesswhumptober - Sensory Overload | ‘I can’t take this anymore’

Whumpee: Iceland

Whumper: Norway

TW: Ableism, mistreatment of a disabled person, sibling abuse, implied autistic meltdown

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Iceland quickly paced around the kitchen, tapping his fingers together to try and calm himself down. His heart pounded in his ears and he couldn’t stop himself from shivering and whimpering. He wanted to be quiet, because he knew his sister Norway would come in and beat him.

Normally, his mum would comfort him. However, she wouldn’t be in the house for a few more minutes, and Norway was downstairs with him. He was frightened because for some reason, she got off from abusing him. He must have been a bit too loud, because suddenly he froze as he heard her quick, thundering footsteps.

“I told you to shut up!” Norway screamed as she thrusted the door open. Iceland turned quickly, placing his fists to his chest and staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re winging like a fucking baby, just shut up!” Norway was inches away from his face, her voice piercing his sensitive ears. He looked down, mumbling to himself and fidgeting his hands.

“What did you say?” She quickly grabbed on the fringe of his curly hair, causing him to yelp sharply. He looked in her eyes, trying to avoid any further anger from her. “Stop mumbling, you fuckin retard!”

“G-Get off me!” He squirmed, the loudest voice he could muster as he grasped onto her hands, trying to push her away. Immediately she punched him in the jaw, sending him onto the tiled floor with a sickening thud. He squealed at the sudden pain. She placed her foot on his stomach, towering over him.

He was so small under her, so afraid. Exactly how she wanted.

“Aww, it’s okay dear…” She cooed, grinning at him as she pushed her foot against him, Iceland writhing under her and whimpering. She opened a drawer, rummaging a little before pulling a flashlight out. After turning it on, she placed the light in front of his eyes.

Iceland’s head throbbed at the harsh light. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to squirm away from her, but he couldn’t escape the overstimulation. He needed to get away. The light was too intense for him to handle. Norway giggled to herself as she forced the flashlight into his eye, laughing at his weak attempts to force her away from him.

“I-I can’t take this anymore!” Iceland squealed. He immediately regretted it; telling her to stop would make her rage even worse.

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin weak!” She laughed manically, her hand grasping onto his throat and tightening around it. She loved making him so afraid.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she heard the rumble of a car pulling in the driveway. She didn’t want anyone catching what she was doing. She threw herself off of him, throwing the flashlight back into the drawer, before picking up Iceland and gently cradling him.

The door quickly opened and their mum walked in.

“What happened?” She asked, rather calmly as she turned to them.

“Thank god you’re here, Iceland’s just had a little meltdown.” Norway handed Iceland over to her. “I did my best to calm him, though.”

“Aww, did your big sister help you?” Their mother stroked his hair whilst he frantically nodded his head. He didn’t want to tell her, fearing how Norway would react. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she whispered as she walked him out of the kitchen, leaving Norway to grin to herself.

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Ain’t nothing better than printing and stapling a fanfic u wrote

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post surgery whump is the good shit! whumpee is already vulnerable and hurting, but you can make it worse. you can poke at those healing wounds. you can deny them pain meds, or give them such strong ones that they can barely move, and why are they upset? they didn’t want to be in pain, and you made them no longer in pain. what’s the problem? that’s not to mention the loss of autonomy that comes along with having a surgery of any kind, but especially the more risky or invasive ones. whumpee needs to have someone by their side at all times to make sure there’s no complications, to make sure they’re still okay and intact, and whether that person has their best interest at heart, whumpee is still at their mercy regardless.

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Punching

Whumpee: England

Whumper: Scotland

TW: Female-on-male domestic violence, biting, violent emotional abuse, plus-sized whumpee

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For a petite-seeming woman, Scotland packed a punch.

England groaned, throwing his head back in pain as Scotland aggressively punched his plump stomach, straddling on his lap. She punched him multiple times, using the same force at a quick pace. His legs convulsed at the sudden pain, and he could barely breathe. She stopped punching for a few moments, brushing her knuckles which itched slightly, before slamming into his stomach even harder, earning a low, pained groan from him.

“Stupid fuckin’ piece of shit,” she growled, her words coming out with every aggressive punch, her fists pounding on his stomach far too powerfully. “Not even fighting back, little fuckin’ coward…” England couldn’t really fight back, not only due to the fact that his hands were tied behind him, but he knew she had the power to ruin his life if he did. England groaned in pain as she punched him a few more times, before stopping to catch her breath. His gut burned and throbbed in agony, and it was a little difficult for him to breathe.

“Fuck… stop it, please,” England gasped, trying to sit upright a little, though was harshly pushed back against the sofa, before being punched again. The pain became even sharper, causing his eyes to widen.

“Don’t get up until I fucking tell you!” Scotland yelled. She grabbed onto his neck, squeezing it tightly as she pressed her thumb against the bulge on his throat, causing him to lose his breathing. England looked down at her fist, his eyes widening as he realised he couldn’t breathe at all, before she let go.

She straddled down in between his legs, before lifting up his beige sweater. His stomach would have been mostly white with a red stripe in the middle, though it was mostly purpled with bruises. She grinned, brushing her fingers along the bruises. “I’ve hurt you badly, haven’t I?”

“I’m sorry, okay? Just stop it,” England weakly begged. Ignoring his pleas, Scotland pressed her teeth on his plump stomach near her belly button, her teeth light at first as she playfully ran her tongue on his skin, before clenching her teeth as hard as she could. England screamed at the searing pain, his legs writing and convulsing as she clenched her teeth into him, until she could taste some of his blood. She somehow bit even harder, taking pleasure in his yells, before letting go. There was a deep, red scar, shaped with her teeth. Scotland could hear England sniffling and whimpering quietly, so she got up, straddling his lap again.

“Stop crying, you little baby,” Scotland muttered, grasping his face and putting hers close to his. “You’re a fucking coward of a man, you know that?” England looked down, a tear beginning to stream down his eye. “Stop crying!” She brought her fist down onto his eye, causing him to inhale sharply at the sudden, searing pain. The eye that she punched shut over against his will as it began to redden quickly, a small bruise forming around it.

“Aww, you look cute now~” Scotland cooed, stroking the red bruise on his eye. She kissed him on his lips, before jumping off him and smugly walking out of the room, leaving him tied up. He could feel the blood of his bite softly pouring down his skin, the burning pain still there.

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It depends on the AU I create but usually Ukraine is like that, due to his/her anger and stress issues. However he/she usually is very caring.

Favorite caretaker flaws?

One of my favourite flaws in a caretaker is when they forget to control their emotions and end up freaking whumpee out. For example, when caretaker goes off on an angry tirade about something and realizes only too late that whumpee is panicking because of the tone of their voice.

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🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

Yes, you read that right! “Trick or Treat” is making its third comeback this year 🍬🗡️ Spread this post to get the word out. I’ll send an ask to everyone who reblogs this! 🎃

The Event

Let’s celebrate Halloween together with a fun game! During this event, we’ll knock on people’s ask boxes and send them a simple question: Trick or Treat? 🦇

The recipient decides if it’s to be a trick, or a treat, as the owner of the house.

🍬 Treat — If the recipient choses treat, they share something with us as a treat. This could be a snippet, a line, OC trivia, or what have you!

👻 Trick — Turning the question around, the asker now has to share something of their own! But, seeing as it’s a trick, they may leave something under a read more, or link to something, that may catch you off guard… 😱

The event is held* through 25th-27th of October.

(Examples of) What you can share:

A snippet

A scene

OC trivia

Worldbuilding fact

Picrew / Art / Zoi / etc

A song, or even a playlist

A moodboard

Poetry

Anything you think is a treat you want to share!

If you get “Trick 👻”, pulling a trick is up to you.

❗ Tricksters ❗ Keep to etiquette. A rick roll is fun, a spooky gif, a picrew of your character dressed up for Halloween, and other fun tricks are what I hope to see, should someone chose to pull a trick.

*I will be sending asks during these dates but you are welcome to start this event any time you. Remember writeblr etiquette and send an ask back to the one who sent one to you! (Excluding me 👻)

🧡 Enjoy 🧡