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@distracted-obsessions
This is my Fanfic/whump blog. You can expect fandom ramblings, Whump thoughts, and other random things.
Favorite tropes: Emotional/Psychological Whump, Intimate Whumper, Manipulative Whumper, Carewhumpers, Bad Team Dynamics, Villain Whumpee, Pet Whump, Hybrid Whumpee, Living Weapon Whumpee,
Feel free to send me an Ask! I am very busy most of the time and this blog is one hobby of many but I promise I will get to it eventually <3
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Transcript: Yesterday my cousin said that my rooster wasn't a real rooster. He said he's a Walmart rooster. *chicken noises* Does this not look like a real rooster to you? *chicken makes a sound again* Sure, he's small, but he has feelings.
important context this person looks and sounds like they’re gonna cry
Also important to note that the rooster appears to be roughly the size of a large pigeon.
The pigeon people have informed me he is the size of a normal pigeon, or perhaps even a small pigeon. Fucking rip.
Where's the line between recreationally engaging in negative emotions for fun and emotional self-harm?
I'm not asking this because I'm not okay. I'm asking this because I wasn't okay and because my brain is fucked, I'm looking back on that like a psychological researcher looking at their latest test subject wondering why it behaves the way that it does
Did you think I hadn't noticed?
Maybe I really am as good of a liar as you think I am if you really thought I didn't fucking notice. I noticed last November when you and her were almost all I fucking had and I couldn't get you to talk to me. I couldn't get you to text me. I tried everything, I told you when I was available, I'd drive, I'd pay, I'd do anything to talk to you.
But you weren't there. You were never there. Even when you were talking to me, you never texted unprompted. You never reached out, you never invited me somewhere just to be with me. Even when I told you, invite me places! I don't know your schedule, it's always changing, mine is always the same, fit me in wherever you like, I'll be there! ❤️ You never did. And did I complain? No. Even though I was always there for you, even though I did everything you asked, talked about my emotions when you pressed, pushing through how uncomfortable it made me, I didn't say a word.
Is that why you're mad? Because I didn't let you worry about me? Because I didn't tell you about the loneliness and the tears and the anger? Because I let you believe the pretty lie that you could never hurt me? That I was always safe?
But whatever. It only hurt when I thought about it too much. So I figured it out. By myself. I admitted the relationship was dead and gone. I mourned it by myself. I found other people when the loneliness was too much to take alone. I made up excuses for you. It wasn't your fault. You didn't know. Who could blame you? I didn't tell you.
But then. Then you send me a text at 2:00 on a Thursday when you should know I'm at work during the worst week I've had in a while telling me everything you hate about me. How you're cutting me out of your life like you haven't already done that in everything but the group chat. How you don't want to talk to me outside of polite hellos like we've been speaking regularly before.
I already mourned you. I already dealt with this. And just when I thought I was ok around it, you punched me in the gut. Because of my lies and 'fake emotions'. So I have one question.
Did you send that out of a selfish need to have your closure the way you wanted it? Even though everything I did was to make you happy, you couldn't even give me the ending you knew I would be better able to handle?
Or, even though you made me go through the uncomfortable and painful ordeal of talking about my emotions with you and trying to understand them when you know that's hard for me, you never fucking listened enough to realize this was the most devastating thing you could have sent me at one of the worst times in the week?
Or finally, did you listen enough to know exactly what to say to hurt me?
You waited months, you couldn't wait till Saturday.
I'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt, something I always did, but I don't know what to think anymore. I know that I keep flipping wildly between acceptance and wanting to take all the parts of my brain that miss you out back and have them shot. Not that I think you care. You never really did.
But who can I blame? I'm the one that taught you my emotions were below yours. You just act like it.
You don't have to be around me. But fuck you for sending that text at 2:00 on a Thursday six months after you decided to abandon me. You don't deserve the tears I've spent the last six months crying over you and you aren't owed me telling you about them.
miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at
I didn’t even read the rest because I’m still laughing at “miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit” like I’ve never read a more perfect phrase in my life
man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity
@oros-ash3s @ohagany al.alastair
Alright, you know what? You’ve just been Isekai’d into the 5E D&D world! Spin this Wheel to find out your Class and, to make it more interesting, your Subclass!
How are you feeling?
HELL YEAH THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME
This class is perfect for me! (complimentary)
This is pretty cool!
Not bad but… could better
Some parts of this are GREAT and some are TERRIBLE and it kinda evens out
I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die but at least I’ll be cool as hell
Well, I’m gonna hate being this Class but at least I’m gonna survive
I feel utterly indifferent about my Class
This class is perfect for me… (derogatory)
This isn’t good for me, but… could be worse
Yeah, this sucks
OH MY GOD THIS IS HORRIBLE I AM GONNA BE MISERABLE AND THAN I’LL DIE
Some of my favorite Whumper types are the ones who don't realize that they're a Whumper. They don't know they're hurting Whumpee. It's just protocol for dealing with Whumpee. It's necessary. They just love Whumpee so much. They're just protecting Whumpee. They would never dare hurt their Whumpee. The fact that Whumpee is scared/bleeding/has nightmares is unrelated.
writing is so fun
i hate writing so much
this is so frustrating
i’m a literal god at writing
Former Living Weapon watching their current team playing outside in snow and wanting to join them but not able to get over the fear of not being allowed back inside when they're done
have we tried biting people my liege
What? Babe, why would you think I was cheating on you?
What, that? That's on Tumblr, that's not real.
Them? Babe, that's my best friend, that's a joke.
Them? That's work. That's just how we joke around. We all do things like that.
Them? Babe that's my arch nemesis!
So I just started watching The Dresden Files. That man looks gorgeous when he's scared and covered in blood
I need to re-watch this show
in the tags: you have been granted the ability to bring back three (but only three) cancelled shows for at least one more season. What do you choose?
you ‘had’ sex? where did it go
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^This is Whumpee. Now that they're here, what do you plan on doing to them?
Ummm... Rock? 🪨 Maybe... Big? Rock?⛰️
One of my favorite tropes is when the self sacrifice doesn't work.
They said their goodbyes, they made their peace with it, they were fully ready to die and then they... Don't. Everyone around them is laughing and crying and hugging them, so happy they're alive
And they're pissed.
No one understands why they're so mad, they're alive, it's a good thing! Now the happy future they were mourning can actually happen!
Everyone is even more confused and concerned by following self-destructive behavior for weeks after that they refuse to explain.
You get it
