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my neighboors looking out the window and they see me in my apartment talking to myself like this
#if I notice im being watched I sorta. turn and “talk” to the house as if I'm speaking to someone else further into the house they can't see#but I do this ALL THE TIME they pretty much know me as the weird person now tbh
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#no issue with it#don't directly “like it” but I do write it and read it where theres a place for it in stories. its not usually my explicit focus but--#-may make up a part; eg; as motivation to show a villian is bad; to motivate a character to act; or a chapter explaining backstory etc idk#write what you want to write#read what you want to read#don't police what others can and cannot write and read#tag your shit appropriately; block what you don't like; read what you like; scroll past what you don't#“#my thoughts r that people should be free to write and read it and too many people are fucking weird about it#like weird in the sense that they're policing what other people should write#<- exactly this#whump community#whump talk#whump poll
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Just added a mildly edited version of this to my Ao3;
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69460396/chapters/180134781
To Cage A Dream
Sandman (Netflix)
A little idea that popped into my head when watching the Sandman on Netflix. What if Desire and Despair sent someone... special to torment Dream whilst he was trapped in the glass cell?
I have a few ideas for the actual Whump, but this is a little "to set the scene"
When Roderick Burgess had died, Dream had silently wondered whether his son, Alex would finally free him.
That had proven an impossible fantasy when the price for freedom was too steep a cost to pay. For the murder of Dream's beloved Raven, Jessamy, Alex Burgess would pay- even if Dream had to languish in this cell for another hundered years before he could fulfil his vengeance.
It was seventy years into this second period of imprisonment, when Dream had a visitor. He appeared one day without warning, just hours after Alex Burgess had left to England for some trip or another. Dream did not know- nor did he care for the specifics.
This man though... he was new, and Dream was admittedly curious.
The man paused just inside the room, an inscrutable look upon his face. He was unassuming in stature, somewhat reminiscient of that same man who kept him hostage; albeit when Alex Burgess was in his younger years, which were now very much behind him. He had fair skin with dark blonde hair swept up into a long plait, all angular features that were it not for an unsettling air about the man would have looked almost attractive, nay, alluring. This strange man was dressed casually, clothing clean and fresh but cheap of cloth and clearly worn. Perhaps a simple gardener or stable hand.
The man strode forwards with the poise of one that did not match their humble clothing, clearly this was a man who had power and knew well how to command it. Crows feet crinkled at the corners of his hazel eyes as he drew closer. A closed smile tugged at his thin lips. Without a single word, the man paused a mere hair's breadth from the sigil on the ground then peered curiously through the glass, lingering over Dream's naked form.
Dream's curiosity quickly faded to unease. He could not say why for sure but he did not trust this man. There was something about him that he could not place, something... wretched. Every instinct in him told him to run. Dream ignored this instinct, misguided as it was. Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams did not run.
The man's calculating gaze slowly rose to meet his own, a studious look that Dream unflinchingly returned.
It was then that Dream saw it, the intent of this man as warped and wicked as Dream's own nightmares reflected in that cold, dark stare.
Imaged flashed through Dream's mind of this man's each and every twisted desire. He saw himself, once-Lord Morpheus, beaten and broken, bleeding and cowering, screaming and silent, all at the hands of this man. If one could even call this person a man. "Desire" was right, the man was surely one of *theirs*, sent to torture him for their delight, sent to drive him to the arms of their twin, Despair.
Oh the wicked games his siblings would play, when the King of Dreams was caged away. For the first time since he had been captured, Dream's eyes flashed with real fear.
He did not fear the pain that was to come.
No.
He feared how much he *wanted* it.
To feel anything at all, even pain, after over a century of nothingness... the very thought alone set his heart beating quickly in the cage of his chest.
This cell was colder than the icy fires of Hell, and no warmth had touched Dream's skin for longer than he could remember. No breeze crept over his flesh, no sun warmed him, no pain crippled him save that of his aching limbs, no pleasure sated his lustful desires. He had long since forgotten what it felt like not to hunger, long since forgotten the taste of water on his lips. Dream, such was his namesake could not die, not from mortal means like this; but with every unsatisfying breath in this sealed glass prison he ached of sensations that he had not felt in far too long.
Dream *craved* what he had been denied.
The machinations of his siblings may have been designed to break him, but Dream knew they could not, would not succeed. Not if he had not broken already. This new mortal man, Desire's apparent puppet, would be no more or less than what he had already endured.
Dream raised his head to the challenge, and the man smiled.
"Shall we begin?"
#whump#sandman#lord morpheus#dream whump#dream#sandman whump#the sandman#tom sturridge#captured#restrained whumpee#caged#captivity#immortal#immortal whumpee#endless#dream of the endless
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Last line tag
Bored so sending this round again!
No Pressure Tagging; @holy3cake @beginning-writer @thebloodwitchofbhaal @evilwriter37 + OPEN TAG FOR ALL
Rules; share the last line you wrote for a WIP/fanfic etc
"You'll only see me burn from the light of your own pyre!"
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More silly doodles. I like tigers. They're a fun thing to draw when I don't know what to do. Pencil is too blunt to draw and I don't have a sharpener so maybe I should sleep now...

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I might be insane, but here we are:
Whump Event Idea!!!
Alright, fuck it. I'm gonna go for it.
Because of some posts going around recently and my own personal thinking for a couple months now, I'm thinking of running my own whump event. Something short, just a week long thing because spoons/energy. And now, because of the mentioned posts, I think I will and it's going to be exclusively Lady Whump themed! {Addition: due to personal reasons this will be a purely Original Characters+Original Story Whump event (brief explanation here)}
By lady whump, I mean all the whumpees involved would be ladies/women/female. In my opinion, there's a big imbalance in the whump community and it really shouldn't be there. Like, frankly, for an anti-taboo community, this is treated like a big taboo.
I thought about making a poll for interest, but I'm just going to go for it and just see who joins on. My current thoughts are having it twice in a year: first week of August (since it's around my birthday) and the week between Christmas and New Year's (not 100% on this second one, since that time of year is *very* stressful at work; but whump writing is a stress relief so idk). Only would run it for 7 days, so a full week each time. I'd make a separate sideblog for it, too, cause notifs and whatnot. Also, point blank: *No AI allowed*. Saying that now.
Additional thoughts of events I considered doing before deciding on this (in cause others want to run those...): Nonhuman exclusive, OC exclusive, NSFWhump exclusive (purely 18+ only)
I'll figure out more as time goes on. Might just wait until a year from now to do it, if only to figure out prompts. And a name for it.
But yeah, I'm just like, there are so many of us that like lady whump and prefer it, but get so discouraged at the lack of really seeing others like us that we just get pushed out of the community, either intentionally or unintentionally. And that really sucks. So I at least want to try and change that!
#yes yes yesssss#100% on board with thissss#lady whump#lady whumpee#ladywhump#female whumpee#female whump#whump ideas#whump community#whumpblr#whump idea#whump event
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Augusnippets Day 13
Path of Comfort + Hurt Prompt; "Escape" + "Poisoned" Part 2
Day 13 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)
Characters;
- POV: Gawain - The Green Knight
- Lancelot - The Weeping Monk
(Character Masterlist)
(Ao3 Link)
Wordcount; 591
TWs; claustrophobia mention, poisoned, injured, references to prior torture, escaping captivity
Direct continuation of Day 11
Gawain's heart was in his throat as he staggered down the winding corridors of stone, desperately hoping beyond hope that after all these months trapped here, he still remembered the way out. Lancelot was all but a dead-weight in his arms, head lolling onto his chest, dragging feet that hardly supported him, both of them leaning heavily on the walls lest they fall.
Behind them, a trail of blood that lead all the way back to the cell where Gawain and Arthur had found Lancelot. Gawain's own tortures laced across his skin, pinkish and scarring already, itching beneath his skin, aided by Nimue's magic.
No matter his healing, everything ached. And he was tired, too, so so tired, fuck, he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep but he could not. He had to get them out of here, they had to escape. Neither of them could last another damned day in this hell.
At last, before them was a door he recognised... not daring to look back, Gawain shoved his shoulder against it, dragging Lancelot along with him into the dark, gloomy passage. A single torch sconce lit the way to the inky blackness beyond as cool air rushed to greet them, so sweet with the promise of freedom...
Despite the darkness Gawain didn't dare try to take the sconce, aware he was liable to burn himself and drop Lancelot if he tried, glancing at his companion briefly whilst he still had the chance. Lancelot stared straight ahead of him, unseeing, still conscious- barely. Sweat streamed from his forehead, his dry lips parted as he drew ragged, shallow breaths. He hadn't spoken, nor did he make a sound as they moved on, just a single minded determination to push forwards as the poison burned through his veins.
They needed to escape before it consumed Lancelot completely.
The tunnel seemed to go on for an age, long since descending into complete darkness, Gawain had begun tracing the wall with his fingers, keeping them on course. On and on it went, for so long now that Gawain was silently beginning to panic, terror seizing his heart at what could be upon them in an instant, cool air somehow heavy in his lungs.
Please! Let this end!
The tunnel remained as it ever was; only their own sounds echoing throughout, a quiet but steady dripping of water, the faint whispers of a welcome breeze. Gawain swallowed down the fear, silently wishing he'd grabbed that torch sconce after all.
Another expanse of time passed that could have been seconds but felt like hours. No, it couldn't have been hours, Lancelot hadn't collapsed yet. Once he did...
Stop.
Onwards into the dark they trudged, twice did Lancelot stagger, twice did Gawain pull him up before he had a chance to fall, desperate not to be trapped here in the dark any longer than necessary.
Lancelot's breathing had worsened, he'd begun to gasp half noises of pain in his throat, his skin so feverishly hot and slick with sweat that Gawain struggled to hold him upright.
As Gawain forced them both forwards, on and on, he realised that he could see the faintest outline of the walls, Lancelot's pained yet determined face, his own arm. Daylight!
Please...
Glimmering off the stones as the walls turned ahead, that unmistakable glow that had his heart palpitating, hope blossoming...
They rounded the corner, and there off into the distance ahead was a shining gateway to freedom, the open door that marked an end to this hellish place.
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Sharing last year's Augusnippets because I'm too tired to write againnnnn
Augusnippets Day 11
Path of Hurt + Comfort Prompt; "Poisoning" + "Escape" Part 1
Day 11 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)
Characters;
- POV: Arthur (Cursed, Netflix)
- Whumpee: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk
- Gawain - The Green Knight
(Character Masterlist)
(Ao3 Link)
Wordcount; 554
TWs; captive, partial crucifixion, breif religion mention, aftermath of torture, poison mention, blood.
Despite Gawain's warning, the terrible sight that Arthur laid eyes upon as he opened the cell door was beyond anything he could have imagined. True to his word Lancelot was here; a battered body hung suspended from a makeshift cross like some twisted moniker to a vengeful God.
"Lancelot..." Gawain whispered beside him, voice tremouring with the same sick horror that had Arthur momentarily frozen, mouth agape. He huffed a sigh of relief when he saw the man's pale, bloody chest rise and fall despite the utter brutality that laced across it.
Arthur shook his head, ignoring the quite sudden urge to vomit and stepped into the room. Together he and Gawain set about the grim task of pulling Lancelot down, slicing bonds and unlocking cuffs and chains, dragging the leaden weight from the cross.
"Fucking hellfire..." Arthur breathed, staring in dismay at the myriad of jagged nails that stuck out from the wood like the spines of a hedgehog, slowly dripping blood onto the floor. Lancelot groaned in their arms as the pair lowered him carefully to the ground.
"...g-Gawain...?" Lancelot croaked weakly, voice hoarse and cracked as if he'd done naught but scream for days.
"The poison...?" Gawain asked, urgently. Arthur was almost suprised at how the man seemed to look at Lancelot, a fear and concern in his eyes beyond anything Arthur had seen of him. Arthur missed the answering nod.
"How long ago? Did they give you the antidote yet?"
"The pain.... isn't getting... worse... I d-... don't know..." Lancelot's words were laboured, his breathing fast and heavy, painful wheezes sucked in between every other word.
"Wait, poison? Did you just say poison?" Arthur asked, eyeing the horrible sores on his wrist where the iron shackles had been burning into his flesh. Gawain had been the one to remove them, and Arthur was silently glad of it, peeling metal from flesh would definitely have made him vomit.
"The antidote, Lancelot. Have they given it to you?"
Lancelot did his best attempt to shake his head, which was admittedly poor, before hanging it bowed as if the act had cost him what little energy he had left.
"We can't leave without it..." Gawain hissed to Arthur.
Gawain had pulled Lancelot into his lap, and the latter clung to him like he was a single piece of driftwood in a raging storm at sea, shivering violently, panting like a dog and staring off into nothing. Gawain seemed content to let him, cradling the man into his chest and stroking his matted hair like trying to soothe him in an almost affectionate display of care.
Arthur was only half suprised, really. It was probably hard to stay rivals when they'd clearly been tortured alongside each other.
Chewing hip lip in deliberation Arthur watched the tremour in Gawain's hand, that gaunt, sickly pallour of his skin. The Knight clearly fared better than Lancelot at present, for how much longer Arthur couldn't tell, but he knew Gawain would destroy his own chances at escape to find the antidote if Lancelot needed it.
"Get the pair of you out. I'll find it."
"You cannot be se--"
"I am," Arthur promised, cutting off the argument before it had even begun. He didn't give Gawain a chance to argue further as he bolted away down the hall.
One from Arthur's POV today! (See the Character Masterlist linked above) Combined "Escape" and "Poisoning".
No need to really understand how or why Gawain and Lancelot were captured, but they have been under the "care" of the Trinity Guard here for several months. This one will be included in the main story!
To be continued on Day 13...
#augusnippets 2024#tw captivity#tw aftermath of torture#tw torture#tw religious themes#tw crucified#tw poisoned
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#gorgeous artwork#I adore this!#I did wish we'd seen more of this nglllll#jayvik#arcane#viktor#whump#blood#nosebleed#chronic illness whump#viktor whump#arcane whump#nosebleed whump
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#hnngghhhhhh I hmnngghhhhh I can't this is just hnnnghhhh I want this gorgeous art stapled to my forehead so I can see it forever and ever#genuinely feral for this#I have no idea who this guy is (OC? Fandom? idk) but I worship this artwork now#OP this artwork is beautiful#beautiful artwork#whump#whump art#collar#restrained#whumpy art
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Sometimes I forget people aren't multishippers then I see someone talking about how they used to ship something then got a new ship and I'm like what do you mean you aren't just collecting ships like cool rocks you see on the ground
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a list of variations on the "i got hungry" joke
a statement (implying that one has made a food item incapable of being found by eating it):
Q: where's my cookie?
A: i got hungry
a joke (implying that one has made an absurdly large food item incapable of being found by eating it):
Q: where's my whole roast turkey?
A: i got hungry
an absurd joke (implying that one has made a consumable non-food item incapable of being found by eating it):
Q: where's the printer paper?
A: i got hungry
a really absurd joke (implying that one has made a non-consumable non-food item incapable of being found by eating it):
Q: where's the printer?
A: i got hungry
an insane joke (implying that one has made a sentient being incapable of being found by eating it):
Q: where's the baby?
A: i got hungry
a really insane joke (implying that one has made several sentient beings incapable of being found by eating them):
Q: where did my classmates go?
A: i got hungry
a mostly nonsensical joke (implying that one has made a non-food item incapable of being found in its regular location but capable of being found elsewhere by eating it):
Q: why is the nail clipper here?
A: i got hungry
a nonsensical joke (implying that one has made a non-food item incapable of being found in its regular state but capable of being found in another state being by eating it):
Q: why are the lights off?
A: i got hungry
a really nonsensical joke (implying that one has made an unalterable non-food item incapable of being found in its regular state but capable of being found in another state being by eating it):
Q: why is it raining?
A: i got hungry
a non-sequitur (answering an unrelated question):
Q: what time is it?
A: i got hungry
an absurd non-sequitur (answering an unrelated statement):
Q: my favorite color is blue
A: i got hungry
a really absurd non-sequitur (answering completely unprompted):
Q: ...
A: i got hungry
a declaration (to whom? to nobody. to nothing):
A: i got hungry.
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Whump Gifathon 2025 | @whumpgifathon Day 11 - The Tortured Whumpees Department - Whipped
Outlander 1x06
#wooooooooaaaaahhhhhh#blood tw#gore tw#body horror tw#whump gifs#gorgeous gifs!#tw whipping#whipping#lashings#whipped
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Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences
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I do the opposite of gatekeeping, I’m not going to shut up until you like this thing as much as I do
#me with The Weeping Monk (spoilers Lancelot) from Cursed#I will not shut up about this man; ever#the weeping monk#lancelot#lancelot the weeping monk
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