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Hi! If you are back for a while, then welcome back and I’m looking forward to possible new content. If not, absolutely no pressure. Im just excited to say see you again. I’ve missed you! Hope you’ve been doing well

Hiiiiiiii Cupcake I'm always lurking so feel free to say hi! Been creatively constipated, but otherwise good. Not sure what to do. Prompts maybe? Gotta grease the brain cogs first lmaooo

#anon ask #cupcakes-and-pain

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hello ! i just found your blog and it looks really cool :D one question: is it alright for minors to follow? i didn't see any dnis but i know some nsfwhumpers/adults in the community don't want kids following them, so i want to make sure i'm not crossing any boundaries lol

Good god, I haven’t posted in so long I almost forgot about this blog lmaooo 😂 yes, minors can follow as I don't really post/reblog nsfwhump prompts and drabbles. If anything REMOTELY spicy makes it onto this blog it will be properly tagged.

Since my posts are yet again making the rounds, guess I might need to make content again haha...😅 maybe, maybe not lol

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Ehehehe... Guess who's back lmao 😈

How are people handling the tagging situation? I tag pretty religiously to give others the ability to filter as they need, but I'm not 100% sure what to do, or if Tumblr fixed the issue yet ahaha

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!!! OMG thanks!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#not whump #your art is really good too! :) #and your writing

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This could save lives so I thought I’d share!

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How to Leave a Voicemail

For those of you who get nervous leaving voicemails, here's a template that may, or may not work for you. I get incredibly nervous leaving voicemails, and found that this works for me pretty well.

Introduction -> Reason for calling -> Contact info -> Goodbye

Introduction:

"Hello! This is [first name/last name].

Reason for calling:

"I'm calling to [your reason]"

Contact info:

"You can reach me at [phone number/email/etc]"

Goodbye:

"Thanks, and have a great day!"

Ex.

"Hello! My name is Roberto Dowdy Jr. I'm calling to schedule a lobotomy with Dr. Karen. You can reach me at 1 (800) YO MAMA. Thanks so much! Have a great day."

See! Short, simple, and it gets the point across.

#not whump #maybe helpful?

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Yup this is something that happens to me constantly lol.

Sometimes I get so deep into daydreaming that I'm gone for an hours and I have to actively force myself out. The images are so vivid that I can't see what's in front of me.

Which. Is great for art but bad for paying attention to anything at all lol

So I found out that the thing I've been indulging for literally as long as I've been forming memories is called immersive daydreaming (the more serious version of which is called maladaptive daydreaming disorder or MADD) and now I've been obsessively stalking communities for it and collecting their memes for the past few days lol

If any of this strikes a chord with you, you might be an immersive daydreamer or have MADD like me!

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Whump Aesthetic:

Everything is quiet save for the crickets, and the shuffling sound of Whumper dragging an unconscious Whumpee through the forest by their feet.

#whump #whump prompt #whump blog #whump scenario #whumpee #injury prompt #whumper #injury #unconscious #whump aesthetic

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SLAP.

SLAP.

SLAP.

Caretaker's hand whips across Whumper's cheek, snapping their face to the side. Whumper looks away the whole time, silent, as hot tears run down their bruised and bloody cheeks. They blink,

"Look, Caretaker, I'm so-"

SLAP.

They wince, scrunching their brows together before trying again.

"CARETAKER. I'm"

SLAP.

Caretaker strikes harder. Whumpee teeters to the side.

"I"

SLAP.

Caretaker strikes as hard as they can, taking Whumper off their feet. They slam shoulder first into the ground.

"LOOK I'M SORRY, OK," Whumper screams in desperation, writhing on the floor in agony as they clutch their injured arm.

Caretaker reaches down, dragging Whumper to their feet by their collar, and yanks them to eye level. They grit their teeth and grind out,

"Then. Bring. Whumpee. Back."

#whump #whump prompt #whump blog #whump scenario #whumper turned whumpee #whumper #caretaker to whumper #caretaker #tw: implied death #implied death #injury prompt #tw: beating #beating #tw: slapping #slapping #tw: angst #angst #injury whump #injury #blood #tw: blood

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Whumpee is shaken awake by a frantic whumper who tells them they need to go with genuine desperation in their eyes. Whumpee has never seen whumper this terrified before.

Faraway sounds of screams and explosions makes Whumpee realize Whumper isn't tricking them this time.

#whump #whump prompt #whump blog #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whumplr #tw: explosions #explosions

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How about "team is captured and the villain makes the weakest member and the strongest/leader fight to the death in front of the others"

The suspense, the fear, and the finale.

While I enjoy the "team is captured and the villain hurts the weakest member in front of the others" trope, what I really want to see is "team is captured and the villain breaks the leader/strongest one in front of the others"

#whump #whump prompt #whump blog #whumplr #team whump #tw fighting #fighting #angst

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Tumblr what the fuck

#cursing #tw cursing #hellsite #not whump

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Could you do a story where the villain tries to break into the hero’s house but finds them barely conscious (broken ribs maybe) and they decide to help them? Idk if you’ve done smtg similar, sorry

Ooh, this is a fun one! There’s more story here than real caretaking, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you so much for the prompt!

CW//Strong language, implied violence against children, injuries

When that week had begun, Villain would have been lying if they had said that kidnapping a hero was on the very top of their to-do list. In fact, it was so low on their list of priorities that was little more than a contingency plan. A vague idea. There were far more useful things they could do than stooping to the level of their adversaries and taking captives.

That had been at the start of the week, however. When Villain’s life wasn’t a complete disaster. They’d started their Monday morning with a cup of coffee and a pile of plans to carry out.

None of them had included staking out in the bushes outside the home of a particular Hero. But, here they were, stalking through undergrowth, picking up burrs on their clothes all the way.

Now, those plans had been tossed in the nearest wastepaper bin. This was of a far greater importance.

The heroes were cruel. No villain in the city would dispute that point. There was no level to which they would hesitate to stoop, from kidnapping to bioweaponry to manipulation.

But a child? A child should have been off limits. A child was innocent, far too young to be involved in the waged conflicts surrounding them. It was why Villain had never wanted a Sidekick in the first place. When the kid approached them, though, they knew that refusal wasn’t an option. The poor thing was washed up, on the brink of falling into a far worse world. In desperate need of a wing to be taken under.

Sidekick was just a kid. Villain was mentoring them, training them, nothing more. They could hardly fight, much less win any conflict they found themself thrown into. They were far more of a civilian than they were any sort of threat.

And the heroes had taken them. Driven up alongside them and tossed them into the back of a van. A kid, Villain’s kid, now sat in a cell somewhere, in hero custody. A child turned into a bargaining chip.

The only problem with that? Villain had nothing to offer in return. The heroes knew that full well. That was why they’d taken the kid in the damn first place.

They wanted Villain. Sidekick’s release in exchange for their imprisonment.

It was a deal that was simply untenable. As much as the idea of their own captivity horrified them, it would bring along with it another consequence: Sidekick would have no one to go to.

They simply couldn’t go along with it. They needed their own bargaining chip, their own cash in the pile.

Hero was going to be that chip.

In a way, to them, it was revenge as much as it was strategy. Hero was the only one of the heroes that Villain had ever truly interacted with. They were young as well, only a new inductee into the ranks of the protectors of the city. That meant, too, that they were weak.

It had been easier than Villain had expected, to find the home address of one of the city’s heroes. But, so it turned out, just about information could be bought and sold from any number of unscrupulous street characters-- for the right price, of course.

And, here they were. With heavy, clomping steps, they approached the back of Hero’s home. Their uniform and mask covered nearly every inch of their expression, blending them into the shadows and grass they moved through.

A few hours prior, they’d scouted out the building, making note of a second-story window that never seemed to lock quite right. Of course, most of the time, this wouldn’t be an issue-- no criminal would be bold enough to hook a ladder all the way up there.

But Villain didn’t need a ladder.

With a hop, skip, and a jump, solid ground disappeared from beneath them. It wasn’t flight, per se, but diving deeper into the logistics of levitation bored most. What mattered was that, to Villain, gravity was no deterrent.

Now at the height of the window, they hooked their fingers under it. They cringed as the frame let out a terrible screeching noise, their heart lunging between their lungs. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

But, from within the bedroom, there was no reaction; aside from a low, exhausted groan. Was Hero asleep? It certainly sounded like it. They supposed that that was why they had decided to make their attack in the middle of the night.

Gritting their teeth, Villain pushed the window open the rest of the way, siddling their body through and collapsing upon the crumbling carpet below.

Another groan.

“Mom?”

Villain stiffened as they scrambled to first their knees, then their feet. The bedroom was standard, in most ways. A bed, a dresser, a closet with a single broken, dangling from a single nail.

And a hero. Hero laid upon the bed, covers tossed off of their body and to the floor. One of their arms was folded so as to cover their eyes, all while yet another groan escaped their body.

As the villain approached the edge of the footrest, they could not help but taste the choking sensation of a trap. Had their accomplice sold them out? Had Hero seen them during their scouting mission? There was no way they had slept through all this!

But, this wasn’t sleep. No. Sleeping people did not twitch painfully in their unconsciousness.

They dared take a step closer, examining their incapacitated target. Their shirt had been pulled up, nearly to their chest, as though they had been desperately trying to cool themself down. Or... Or to relieve the pain of an injury.

From their naval to their chest, and likely beyond, though it was covered by their shirt, their skin had turned a deep, flushed, blue color. The edges of the bruises, in certain places, had even begun to turn sickly green and purple colors.

Villain knew broken ribs when they saw them. They knew for a fact that they were not the one to have inflicted these wounds. Hell, they hadn’t faced the hero in battle in nearly a month!

So who had?

When they had entered the home, they had had no thoughts in their mind besides those of their child. The hostage video the heroes had sent them, in which Sidekick shivered in a lonely, cold cell.

Now- Now they had two people to worry about. Certainly the heroes had their own doctors, didn’t they? No doctor worth their salt would leave a patient in this condition, especially not alone!

“Hey.” Villain’s stomped their foot. “Get up, you deft ass. I’m trying to kidnap you.”

Hero’s arm lazily flopped onto the bed as their eyes fluttered open.

Every muscle in their body tensed, making the bruises on their exposed stomach twist and flex.

“What the absolute- Villain?” They shifted, as though they were about to sit up-- but they did not. Instead, they lay only groaning on the bed. “Get out of my house, you piece of shit! Get out! You shouldn’t be here in the first place!”

Villain knew that voice like a ringtone. That undertone of terror, masked by layers and layers of fury, like a canine’s medication hidden in peanut butter.

“You’re beat up halfway to hell.”

“And you’re going to be if you don’t leave my house!”

The villain raised a brow, dropping their hands to the side.

“Go for it. I’ll give you a free shot, even.”

Hero narrowed their eyes, twitching once more on the bed, but moving no more than that.

“I said, hit me, you damn do-gooder.”

“I’m not stooping to your level.” Hero defended hastily.

“It seems more to me.” Villain placed one threatening hand upon the bed-- not touching their foe, but close enough. “Like you’re a bit stuck. Like your abdomen is so fucked that you can’t so much as sit yourself up.”

“More like I’m not wasting my energy one someone as low as you.”

“Isn’t that your whole job?”

Hero gritted their teeth.

“What in the hell do you want?”

“Unimportant, at least for now.” A shark encircling its prey, Villain moved to the side of Hero’s bed, forcing them to turn their head at an awkward side angle in order to see their attacker. “I think the most important thing, right about now, is getting you to the nearest medic.”

“I don’t need an ambulance.”

“I didn’t say you did.”

And, like that, the Hero was hoisted up into their enemy’s arms. Their injuries minimized their thrashing, leaving them as a rather compliant captive.

“I have some medic friends who would just love to know what in the hell happened to you.” Villain turned, beginning to head out the door. Their vehicle was parked at only a few block’s distance. “They don’t treat heroes often, but, right about now, you don’t look like too much of a hero to me.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I was just getting there, wasn’t I? We’re getting my damn kid back.”

“We?”

“Did I stutter?”

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Lots of fics have whumpees fainting in the bathroom, but what about whumpee fainting while looking in the mirror? They're standing there, dazed, watching their own face go pale as shadows close in on the edges of their sight and just before their vision goes out entirely, they see themself fall, maybe even cracking their head against the counter as they go down.

I'll take 10! Do you giftwrap?

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ahaha I'm not dead. Im like a werewolf. I post a bunch of shit once a month and then lay dormant for the next 30 days lol

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Oh god oh fuck. I ended a video call with freelance clients by doing finger guns, laughing awkwardly and saying "have a good night y'all" at literal noon o'clock. I'm so embarrassed right now 😫😫😫

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Freeze! You're under arrest for being so lovely.💜 Then if you're feeling up for it, copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it 💞 Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful appreciated and important!! 🥺

Thanks so much! I really appreciate it, even though I let it sit in my inbox for a day or two lol ❤️