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so apparently i went into mild shock today??

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Is anyone else thinking about women covered in blood or is it just me

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shhh dont disturb them they're sharing mana after a tough day

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Whumpee who save themselves instead of waiting for rescue. Whumpee who waits at home for caretaker to find because they didn't know where else to go or who to trust.

Caretaker, who just came home after a hopeless day of no leads for whumpee's disappearance to find them passed out on their couch.

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You know what I've NEVER seen? Sokka angsty sickfics. Do better, ATLA fandom.

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butch4butch slasher concepts melting into hitcher 1986 in my brain... whatever. go my toxic women

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Small fem vampire whumpee and her big butch thicc caretaker. This chubby giantess in a metal band shirt found her curled up, miserable and starving, her hair thin and scraggly, by the dumpster outside the apartment complex. She brought her new friend inside from the cold to let her use the shower, only to get pounced and bitten, but the tiny, pathetic mewling of the creature latched onto her wrist was so sad and the way she just collapsed in a food coma afterwards was adorable. The first time she got her under an electric blanket - she seemed so cold - she clung to the big woman like a limpet, burrowing against her soft body like it was the best thing in the world. She begged to stay. And her new friend was smitten. Of course she said yes.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over

Some hurt/comfort for you all. 

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The bedside lamp is on. It’s going to take another millennia for Crowley to get used to having a bedside lamp. It’s more common for him to saunter into his dark bedroom and immediately go to sleep- he’ll even put on a pair of pyjamas, if he’s feeling especially luxurious. Bedside lamps don’t usually factor into his routine. Not exactly required, with night-vision. 

But now, his routine has changed significantly. It’s made room for a certain angel, who likes having a bedside lamp on- who likes being able to see what he’s reading, before turning in for the night. 

Crowley buries his face in his pillow, where it’s blissfully dark and the light doesn’t irritate his eyes. It’s not just this that he’s had to accommodate; no, it’s Aziraphale’s very striking lack of sleep, as well. Aziraphale will sit there with a light on for hours, reading beside Crowley, not sleeping until he decides he may as well. Sleep is not something either of them need; it is something that Crowley enjoys significantly more than Aziraphale; it’s something that Aziraphale has decided to “try out”, like a new hobby, since Crowley moved in and miracled a bedroom. 

On top of that, Aziraphale has, in his own words, decided to “do this whole sleeping thing properly”. Crowley has had to make room for hot chocolate or decaffeinated tea before bed. He’s allowed blankets and extra cushions and Egyptian cotton sheets. They have a linen cupboard for all of it. His normal, wallowing sleeping habits have been entirely disregarded. 

He is very much alright with that. 

“Are you awake?” Crowley lets out a long, sleepy breath. It makes his face hot, where it’s pressed against the pillow. “Mmmph.”

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I saw it. I mean I saw you. Changing back from… you know. It was fucking beautiful.

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H/c aesthetic: makeshift bedding.

The little group has found someplace to stop for a bit. They hurry to strip off their coaks and coats and spread them on the ground one atop the other, then they very gently lay their injured companion down.

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Hi everyone have you considered large and normally very stoic women whimpering in pain

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Ya know the thing characters do before they come to consciousness? That perfect lil thing where they do that wince, and their eyes which are closed squeeze shut even tighter as their brows forrow, then they slowly open their eyes, blinking against the too-bright light, especially coupled with a soft little noise of distress… just such good shit 👌

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FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPT POLL NOW OPEN

DEC 16 - 27

it's time! we've crowdsourced 4,000 prompts and i've shortlisted the best 100 for you to choose from!

you can choose a maximum of 28 prompts, one for every day of february, and you can also vote as many times as you want before the poll closes on the 27th. make sure you share this post so we get as many votes as possible!

the finalised prompt list for february will be released around the new year!

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whumpees making themselves worse

gnawing off a limb to escape a trap (classic)

haphazardly slicing off branding or tattooing that they didn't consent to and just want off of their body, no matter the cost

being in so much pain from a burn that they start peeling the skin off, in faint hopes that it will alleviate some of the uncontrollable spasming underneath their muscles

clawing themselves apart, delirious and panicking, thinking that something terrible is trapped within them

sterilizing their wounds with the only possible antiseptic around - a sugary, syrupy wine that actually makes the lashes more prone to infection

boiling themselves with a dangerously hot shower, desperate that something will warm up their frozen bones. in reality it simply takes their fever higher (and makes them feel even colder when they're finally forced out)

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Caretaker: "You okay?"

Whumpee: (weak voice) "Yeah... Just tired..."

Caretaker: "...No you're not. Come here."

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I love seeing the Strong One break down but I also want to see instances where they burst. Just suddenly burst into the gut-wrenching explosive messy tears they've been suppressing for so long that it both stuns and alarms anyone there to witness it