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baby girl i WOULD believe it

Baby girl you would not believe the amount of times I check that I spelled someone else’s OC’s name correctly before I send an ask.

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WE FOUND IT

Hi Sand! You’re one of the bigger blogs I know and I’ve been looking for a series that I can’t seem to find. It was with a fae whumpee who was kept in a barn by a farmer guy and eventually by starvation was forced to obey. I remember at one point they tried to escape and got mauled by dogs. If you or anyone else knows who wrote this I would be very thankful! Thanks in advance 💜

Hmm, I'm not sure, but I'm sure the gremlins will!

OI GREMLINS

WHUMP STORY SEARCH <3

FAE IN A BARN! HELP A NONNIE OUT?

thx all! mah! xoxoxo-

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I’M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS

come on, he's not a complete monster

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Hello, hello!!! Because you write such fun whumpers and whumper/whumpee dynamics, I need to KNOW!!!

What kind of whumper, whumpee and caretaker would you be if you were thrust into each role?? And out of all three, which would you most likely be?

And which do you think would be more fun!!!

And which would you most like to be?? Hehheheh 3:)

AAAA-

Uh.

Obsessive/pathetic yandere whumper.

Horrified, overbearing caretaker.

100% fauning whumpee.

Definitely most likely to be caretaker. I keep ending up in that role irl without realizing it, even sometimes enabling dangerous activity or mentalities when I should have just just called the cops or something. Just so fixated on saving someone and fixing it with as little damage as possible that I don't do the hard thing and cut someone off so they can get real help.

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me squinting between these pictures

gold ship wins when she feels like it

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One day, I will have the funds to by Scrivener and I will FINALLY get something done

But I don't want to write MORE on google docs (ew) and I don't want to start in a new space. I want to write but I need to shift everything over and I don't want to do that until I have the full app. I know I want Scrivener and writing elsewhere in the meantime feels wrong. Pay day is Monday.

Just. Urghghghhghhhh

Cant x because z, can't z because y, cant y because x. Can anyone relate to that?? 😭

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hey now, i liked this

it has cannibalism and everything

Do you have any ideas for a cannibal Whumper? Maybe a cult or religious leader.

I fucking knew I had an ask in here somewhere about cannibals.

Also, this is from 2022??? I'm SO sorry- I have so many old requests I haven't gotten to yet 😭😭😭

I HOPE YOURE STILL AROUND TO SEE THIS IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU NONNY

I'm not comfy with religious whump actually, but here's a borderline cult situation! Post-apocalyptic style~

These characters are named, but it's a standalone piece. Enjoy!

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Sacrifice

[tw: implied character death, cannibalism, blood, animal death, animal body, fiduciary whumper, disease mention, apocalypse] Drabble Masterpost

Jordan should have been happy he even had shoes, really. The fact that they were too big was a blessing. Too small, and your foot cramps up. You can’t walk as far. You run the risk of permanent disfiguration in some cases. There’s no flex of the arch or curl of the toes for grip.

Then again, shoes too big were awful as well. Jordan’s feet slipped on mud and leaves so much more easily, and his heel slipped in and out of place aggressively enough that blisters seemed like a daydream. It made him long for the bruising and tingling of too-tight shoes.

He just needed to find some spare cloth and wrap his feet in it. Stuff the toe with something. Make it fit. Maybe he could find something tonight. Then again, Avi wouldn’t be thrilled with him. He managed to shoot a rabbit, but that was all. Just the one. A scrawny one, too. Even the forest was dying in this broken world; it withered and thinned as if the air itself was snuffing out life since that wretched disease wiped out most of humanity. Ready to wipe the slate clean and start all over with rich soil full of failed, decayed organisms. They would do as mulch and fodder for the next round of life this little blue world would dare to create.

Jordan pushed open the fence, cussing under his breath as the barbed wire caught the hide of the rabbit that swung too easily and too far from his grip. He had to give it two sharp tugs to free its mottled fur from the barbs after he locked the gate behind him. 

At least it couldn’t bleed anymore. What few flecks of scarlet hit the muddied snow left so thin a path behind him that it would take a tracker to trace him trek through camp, around the main fire, and toward the cooks.

“Jordan,” a deep voice called.

Jordan turned, frowning. No one usually spoke to him. He brought meat from the forest, sat in his shelter, ate, slept, and went out again. Half the camp probably didn’t even know his name.

But Avi did. He knew everyone. Ran everything. Barked orders and made the final call on which newcomers were to be killed and which were to be invited in and offered a hot mug of soup.

Jordan changed course, turning toward the main building - the house around which the entire camp was set. “Yeah?”

Avi glanced down at the small rabbit. Jordan didn’t know if he wanted to hide the scrawny thing or try to push it forward to make it look bigger. 

“I see you got one today.”

Jordan nodded, stopping a few feet away. “Yeah, I.. I think that part of the forest is pretty dead now. I’ll try the southeast tomorrow.”

“Come inside, I’d like to talk with you.” Avi drew a thick arm around Jordan’s shoulders, guiding him toward the door. Jordan hadn’t been in there since they found him roaming too close to camp. Was this good or bad??

He followed easily. No one said no to Avi.

Jordan dared to ask, “About what?”

“About how you’ll provide for us in the future,” Avi supplied.

That was good. Future is good. Not getting kicked out, then. That happened sometimes. Someone questioned or failed in their work or got sick, then they were turned out to face the harsh wilderness alone, wandering until someone else took them in or something took them down. It was a bitter reality, but it was necessary. No one could afford to be a burden.

Avi guided him into the sitting room and gestured to a stained leather couch. Jordan sat with a nod of thanks, immediately feeling awkward. He was tracking in mud and holding a slightly-dripping, tiny corpse. It was odd to be in a real building. One not made of sticks and mud or fabric and pipes. Not unheard of, but… well, it had just been a few years since Jordan had been in here. He felt dirty. Small, too.

Avi eased into the armchair opposite Jordan, reaching for a mug of coffee that rested on the table beside him. “You’ve been here…what, four years?”

“Five next month, sir.”

“Right. And you don’t have family here?”

Jordan frowned. “..no - I was.. I came alone.”

“You’re not courting anyone or tied?”

What..was this about? “No, sir?”

Avi let out a long sigh, taking a sip from the mug. “The thing is, you’re slipping. You haven’t really found a place here besides the hunting, and you’re frankly dogshit at that.”

Jordan stared.

Was he? Was he bad at this?

He had a rabbit. He had a rabbit right in his lap. Right now. He did it. He did the hunting and he always did. Always brought back at least one rabbit a day. Usually. Most of the time. Sometimes two or even three! That was good, right??

“It’s not enough,” Avi continued when it seemed that Jordan had no words. “You barely bring in enough to provide for your own meals, let alone your clothes, bed, shelter, water, and medical care.” He set the mug down again, taking a moment to roll it perfectly into place over a water-stained ring. “You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?”

To say Jordan felt sick would be an understatement. His stomach felt like the lining had turned to clay, firming and cracking under a blazing heat that brought a clammy wetness to his skin and clawed up his neck and face, spreading red in its wake.

“I can do better-” he tried, raspier than he’d like to sound.

“You can’t,” Avi posited, leaning forward with forearms on his knees. “If you could, you would have. There isn’t a place in my camp for freeloaders. You knew that when you came in.”

Jordan tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but failed. “I- I cn- I - I c-an do the things- please, I don’t- I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Avi’s head shook. “I don’t think you understand, son. You don’t need to go anywhere.”

What? Jordan stared, eyes already prickling with hot, terrified tears. 

Avi took a deep breath and reaches for a knife strapped to his thigh. “You know if you scream, no one’s gonna help you, right? You know everyone here answers to me. And you know you deserve this.”

Jordan’s body was locked into place, eyes pulled to the blade as it slithered into the light. “I don’t-.. I d-on’t underst- what did I do??” Desperate eyes found Avi’s again. What would warrant death?? Killing someone in camp, maybe? Planning a coup? He hadn’t done any of that!

Avi’s eyes were patient. Kind, even. Gentle in their dark warmth. “We don’t send people out, Jordan. We put them to better use dead than they can be alive.”

The tears finally spilled over even as the rest of him remained frozen, trembling but still. 

“The rabbit is nice, thank you for that-” Avi’s free hand pinched the thing by the scruff and moved it to the side as he stood, looming over Jordan’s shaking form. “It’s just..not enough. We need more meat that that. You know that.” 

Gentle. 

So gentle for what the words meant.

Jordan wondered over and over and over again if he was misreading this. If this was a dream. A daydream, even. He’d called into the morbidity of dreams lately. An escape from the blunt emptiness of reality.

But over and over again his mind found the same interpretation.

“Y-oure going t’ eat me,” Jordan whispered, half a question, half an accusation.

“Yes,” Avi murmured, one knee pressing onto the cushion beside him. “We all are. Maybe they don’t need to know that, but they’ll benefit from it anyway.” The rabbit-free hand now lifted to cup Jordan’s cheek. “People will live because of you. Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that a wonderful reason to leave this world?”

Jordan’s flesh twitched under the touch, but he didn’t move. He barely winced a blink. 

It wasn’t a wonderful reason It was horrifying and wrong and cold.

But the hand was warm. 

The voice was warm.

The eyes searching his were warm.

It made him care less about the cold metal that pressed to his throat.

“Pl-ease-”

Avi’s head shook slowly. Barely at all. “You know I have to.” The man shifted closer, warm lips pressing to Jordan’s clammy forehead. 

“Thank you for your sacrifice.”

Drabble Masterpost

(tags: @whumpawink @distinctlywhumpthing @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @treasureguardingdragon @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @yetanotheraltwhumpblog @whump-queen @a-whumped-tea @whumpsday)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

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I can craft things, sew, embroider, woodwork, tie knots, and do first aid! Would avi keep me around?

Depends. Those are skills a lot of people has, so he's on the fence about it. It'll come down to how well you tolerate manual labor and, unfortunately, what your procreation odds are.

If you learn some more about wild medicines you got a spot, but.. I would steer clear of that camp if I were you.

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Do you have any ideas for a cannibal Whumper? Maybe a cult or religious leader.

I fucking knew I had an ask in here somewhere about cannibals.

Also, this is from 2022??? I'm SO sorry- I have so many old requests I haven't gotten to yet 😭😭😭

I HOPE YOURE STILL AROUND TO SEE THIS IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU NONNY

I'm not comfy with religious whump actually, but here's a borderline cult situation! Post-apocalyptic style~

These characters are named, but it's a standalone piece. Enjoy!

.

Sacrifice

[tw: implied character death, cannibalism, blood, animal death, animal body, fiduciary whumper, disease mention, apocalypse] Drabble Masterpost

Jordan should have been happy he even had shoes, really. The fact that they were too big was a blessing. Too small, and your foot cramps up. You can’t walk as far. You run the risk of permanent disfiguration in some cases. There’s no flex of the arch or curl of the toes for grip.

Then again, shoes too big were awful as well. Jordan’s feet slipped on mud and leaves so much more easily, and his heel slipped in and out of place aggressively enough that blisters seemed like a daydream. It made him long for the bruising and tingling of too-tight shoes.

He just needed to find some spare cloth and wrap his feet in it. Stuff the toe with something. Make it fit. Maybe he could find something tonight. Then again, Avi wouldn’t be thrilled with him. He managed to shoot a rabbit, but that was all. Just the one. A scrawny one, too. Even the forest was dying in this broken world; it withered and thinned as if the air itself was snuffing out life since that wretched disease wiped out most of humanity. Ready to wipe the slate clean and start all over with rich soil full of failed, decayed organisms. They would do as mulch and fodder for the next round of life this little blue world would dare to create.

Jordan pushed open the fence, cussing under his breath as the barbed wire caught the hide of the rabbit that swung too easily and too far from his grip. He had to give it two sharp tugs to free its mottled fur from the barbs after he locked the gate behind him. 

At least it couldn’t bleed anymore. What few flecks of scarlet hit the muddied snow left so thin a path behind him that it would take a tracker to trace him trek through camp, around the main fire, and toward the cooks.

“Jordan,” a deep voice called.

Jordan turned, frowning. No one usually spoke to him. He brought meat from the forest, sat in his shelter, ate, slept, and went out again. Half the camp probably didn’t even know his name.

But Avi did. He knew everyone. Ran everything. Barked orders and made the final call on which newcomers were to be killed and which were to be invited in and offered a hot mug of soup.

Jordan changed course, turning toward the main building - the house around which the entire camp was set. “Yeah?”

Avi glanced down at the small rabbit. Jordan didn’t know if he wanted to hide the scrawny thing or try to push it forward to make it look bigger. 

“I see you got one today.”

Jordan nodded, stopping a few feet away. “Yeah, I.. I think that part of the forest is pretty dead now. I’ll try the southeast tomorrow.”

“Come inside, I’d like to talk with you.” Avi drew a thick arm around Jordan’s shoulders, guiding him toward the door. Jordan hadn’t been in there since they found him roaming too close to camp. Was this good or bad??

He followed easily. No one said no to Avi.

Jordan dared to ask, “About what?”

“About how you’ll provide for us in the future,” Avi supplied.

That was good. Future is good. Not getting kicked out, then. That happened sometimes. Someone questioned or failed in their work or got sick, then they were turned out to face the harsh wilderness alone, wandering until someone else took them in or something took them down. It was a bitter reality, but it was necessary. No one could afford to be a burden.

Avi guided him into the sitting room and gestured to a stained leather couch. Jordan sat with a nod of thanks, immediately feeling awkward. He was tracking in mud and holding a slightly-dripping, tiny corpse. It was odd to be in a real building. One not made of sticks and mud or fabric and pipes. Not unheard of, but… well, it had just been a few years since Jordan had been in here. He felt dirty. Small, too.

Avi eased into the armchair opposite Jordan, reaching for a mug of coffee that rested on the table beside him. “You’ve been here…what, four years?”

“Five next month, sir.”

“Right. And you don’t have family here?”

Jordan frowned. “..no - I was.. I came alone.”

“You’re not courting anyone or tied?”

What..was this about? “No, sir?”

Avi let out a long sigh, taking a sip from the mug. “The thing is, you’re slipping. You haven’t really found a place here besides the hunting, and you’re frankly dogshit at that.”

Jordan stared.

Was he? Was he bad at this?

He had a rabbit. He had a rabbit right in his lap. Right now. He did it. He did the hunting and he always did. Always brought back at least one rabbit a day. Usually. Most of the time. Sometimes two or even three! That was good, right??

“It’s not enough,” Avi continued when it seemed that Jordan had no words. “You barely bring in enough to provide for your own meals, let alone your clothes, bed, shelter, water, and medical care.” He set the mug down again, taking a moment to roll it perfectly into place over a water-stained ring. “You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?”

To say Jordan felt sick would be an understatement. His stomach felt like the lining had turned to clay, firming and cracking under a blazing heat that brought a clammy wetness to his skin and clawed up his neck and face, spreading red in its wake.

“I can do better-” he tried, raspier than he’d like to sound.

“You can’t,” Avi posited, leaning forward with forearms on his knees. “If you could, you would have. There isn’t a place in my camp for freeloaders. You knew that when you came in.”

Jordan tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but failed. “I- I cn- I - I c-an do the things- please, I don’t- I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Avi’s head shook. “I don’t think you understand, son. You don’t need to go anywhere.”

What? Jordan stared, eyes already prickling with hot, terrified tears. 

Avi took a deep breath and reaches for a knife strapped to his thigh. “You know if you scream, no one’s gonna help you, right? You know everyone here answers to me. And you know you deserve this.”

Jordan’s body was locked into place, eyes pulled to the blade as it slithered into the light. “I don’t-.. I d-on’t underst- what did I do??” Desperate eyes found Avi’s again. What would warrant death?? Killing someone in camp, maybe? Planning a coup? He hadn’t done any of that!

Avi’s eyes were patient. Kind, even. Gentle in their dark warmth. “We don’t send people out, Jordan. We put them to better use dead than they can be alive.”

The tears finally spilled over even as the rest of him remained frozen, trembling but still. 

“The rabbit is nice, thank you for that-” Avi’s free hand pinched the thing by the scruff and moved it to the side as he stood, looming over Jordan’s shaking form. “It’s just..not enough. We need more meat that that. You know that.” 

Gentle. 

So gentle for what the words meant.

Jordan wondered over and over and over again if he was misreading this. If this was a dream. A daydream, even. He’d called into the morbidity of dreams lately. An escape from the blunt emptiness of reality.

But over and over again his mind found the same interpretation.

“Y-oure going t’ eat me,” Jordan whispered, half a question, half an accusation.

“Yes,” Avi murmured, one knee pressing onto the cushion beside him. “We all are. Maybe they don’t need to know that, but they’ll benefit from it anyway.” The rabbit-free hand now lifted to cup Jordan’s cheek. “People will live because of you. Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that a wonderful reason to leave this world?”

Jordan’s flesh twitched under the touch, but he didn’t move. He barely winced a blink. 

It wasn’t a wonderful reason It was horrifying and wrong and cold.

But the hand was warm. 

The voice was warm.

The eyes searching his were warm.

It made him care less about the cold metal that pressed to his throat.

“Pl-ease-”

Avi’s head shook slowly. Barely at all. “You know I have to.” The man shifted closer, warm lips pressing to Jordan’s clammy forehead. 

“Thank you for your sacrifice.”

Drabble Masterpost

(tags: @whumpawink @distinctlywhumpthing @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @treasureguardingdragon @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @yetanotheraltwhumpblog @whump-queen @a-whumped-tea @whumpsday)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

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I had a super whumpy experience today

I had a really bad headache all day (and had forgotten to eat both breakfast AND lunch) and so today, I was putting my dinner plate away, and I stood up way to fast, and the combo of really fast movement and really bright light, my vision completely blacked out, so I had to lean on the counter for about 3 minutes to regain my balance and to make sure I didn't pass out

yEaH :')

Congratulations!!

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👀

off-grid whumper. whumper living in the middle of absolutely nowhere on a piece of land that's difficult to run from on foot. no telephone. no internet. barely any mail with the postbox usually only accessed via whumper's old pick-up truck. possibly an electric fence around the property. the neighbours are all also off-grid. nearest town is an hour away by car. do you see the vision

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Oh this turned into dbd huntress too-

off-grid whumper. whumper living in the middle of absolutely nowhere on a piece of land that's difficult to run from on foot. no telephone. no internet. barely any mail with the postbox usually only accessed via whumper's old pick-up truck. possibly an electric fence around the property. the neighbours are all also off-grid. nearest town is an hour away by car. do you see the vision

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Oh look it’s where I grew up

off-grid whumper. whumper living in the middle of absolutely nowhere on a piece of land that's difficult to run from on foot. no telephone. no internet. barely any mail with the postbox usually only accessed via whumper's old pick-up truck. possibly an electric fence around the property. the neighbours are all also off-grid. nearest town is an hour away by car. do you see the vision

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What is WRONG with you people??

It’s been two years and the game still isn’t out. Make it make sense.

A human body, properly harvested and sold in pieces, is worth about $550,000 on the black market.

I wanna see characters taking full advantage of that. You'd probably get more if selling the flesh to to niche cannibals and the organs and such as medical. Hmmmmm-

Someone write it I'm too lazy and don't like medical whump but it should be done.

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In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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What you see

What I see

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Hi Sand! You’re one of the bigger blogs I know and I’ve been looking for a series that I can’t seem to find. It was with a fae whumpee who was kept in a barn by a farmer guy and eventually by starvation was forced to obey. I remember at one point they tried to escape and got mauled by dogs. If you or anyone else knows who wrote this I would be very thankful! Thanks in advance 💜

Hmm, I'm not sure, but I'm sure the gremlins will!

OI GREMLINS

WHUMP STORY SEARCH <3

FAE IN A BARN! HELP A NONNIE OUT?

thx all! mah! xoxoxo-