Uuuuhhh i really love it. Whumpee thinking caretaker is their new master my beloved 🥺💖

More whumpees should think they're abandoned, I think. Left tied up somewhere, or alone in a room. Maybe they fight too hard, or maybe whumper just tells them they're bored... Leave them there for a few days, let the hopelessness set in. Let them be afraid.

Watch how they plead when whumper comes back.

hey is it ok if i leave this sandwich out on the dash 🥪ill eat it later

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🥪🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

NOOO

No no this is the ideal way to be introduced to my characters for the first time.

Omg I wish this was the introduction I had to these characters.

omg "London Air Raids", i was OBSESSED with that song for so long (◡‿◡)

i'm writing down the rest of those as well 👀

*sees one cop drive by* damn. way too many cops out today

Vaguely inspired by @/week-of-whump Day 3: “Your blood looks so pretty”

floaty hand version below

Pet and Lab Whump could both go with the party thing as well as standing well on their own. The party could be like the starting point? Whumpers are gathering to buy/show off pets or find test subjects. The party could only be like two or three days of the challenge and then Whumper moves Whumpee to a different location?

The Lincoln County, MO Drug Task Force arrested a pirate.

When arrested he begged to walk the plank, he decorated a pontoon to sell drugs from. Which he required customers to say, “Ahoy matey, I come to purchase ye party favors.”

His nickname was Red Beard.

KING SHIT FR

My Saviour

"Tell me when you want me to stop."

"B-but I won't be able to speak with the gag on."

Whumper cooed down at them, stroking the side of their face with their thumb. "I'm sure you'll figure out a way if you get desperate enough."

angels and demons purr now. ur welcome

omg ok so now that ive been reminded of this, i must share the joy w u. ive decided this is the sound angels make and they flap their little wingies like this too. if they still have them. if they dont, they flap their little ear wingies. if they have them

Hi! This is a rickroll. Please visit youtube dot com, type "never gonna give you up" in the search bar, then click on the first video that comes up. Thank you for your consideration.

There's a special pain that comes from not knowing how to make your long-snouted dog people kiss properly.

Family Line - Chapter 1

Remember a couple of days ago when I put out a poll asking if anyone would be interested in a whumpy wlw/sapphic story? Well, here is this thing.

Tagging a couple of people that expressed some interest - but let me know if you want to be on an actual tag list (assuming this story goes somewhere :)) @hold-him-down @thecyrulik

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, predatory men, death in the family, fucked up family dynamics, rich people shit

Against her better judgment, Dallas Radley stepped into the elevator. Watching the metal doors slide shut grated on every survival instinct in her body, but taking twenty-seven flights of stairs was out of the question—not that she hadn’t briefly considered it—and the longer she drew this out, the more time she put between herself and a flight home. So she took a breath and did her best to ignore the hair-raising prickle on the back of her neck.

She just wanted to get this over with. More than that, she wanted to have never been involved in the first place. But of course, even in death, her brother succeeded in dragging her down with him. 

“This place is a shit hole.” 

She didn’t need to turn around to sense the sneer in her stepfather’s expression. Dallas flicked her eyes to the side, though, just enough to catch the line of him in her periphery. She rolled her neck, hard enough that a ripple of cracks were audible in the small space, but she didn’t grace him with a response. 

One hell of a shit hole, she thought. The luxury apartment building was a glittering circle jerk of sterile-sleek decor, a doorman in a suit worth more than Dallas’s entire wardrobe, and amenities that no one ever used. And she had only just seen the lobby. But of course, in his eyes, it was beneath her brother’s name, and therefore a disparaging mark on the whole family. 

Dallas had no doubt her mother would have agreed. The two of them were probably duking it out in hell about it that very moment. Really, Jared, they’re going to mention that godforsaken embarrassment of a place in the obituary. What will people think?

if i see one more person say shit about npd abuse im going to start pretending that adhd abuse is a thing and see how many death threats i get

be so fr rn i haven't even said anything yet