#Abraham original: Hot off the press

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It's so fucking annoying that if you use multiple pronoun sets including it/its, everybody completely avoids those ones. They'll use any other pronoun on the planet, and you can't really complain if they use other ones you like, but that one just gets avoided??

If you've ever referred to me with it as a pronoun, I owe you my life. I hope you randomly find five dollars tomorrow.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Pronouns #It/its

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I love DID because it's my brain deciding I was too traumatized as a child so it should invent more people for me to be traumatized with.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #DID #actually did #did system #dissociative identity disorder

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Hey whump community, if we as a whole could stop incorrectly referring to various whumper characters as "sociopaths" "psychopaths" "bipolar" "narcissists" or any other demonized mental conditions, that would be nice.

If you're going to write a story which seriously takes into account how a mental illness, cluster b disorder, or whatever affects a character (yes, including villains) I'm fine with it so long as you put in your due research.

But if you're going to throw around improper diagnostic terms and slurs for the mentally ill simply to state that a character is "evil" or "abusive" then you are getting yourself blocked no questions asked.

-Abraham ♡♡♡

#Whump #Whumpblr #Abelism #Writing #Writblr #Whumper #Whumpers #Abraham original: Hot off the press #100% fine to reblog

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New tag game. Share an album that makes you nostalgic for your childhood and your favorite song on it. I'll start.

My favorite is Big Iron, but I also love Running Gun.

Tagging: @i-eat-worlds @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @heavenlyeden @skittles-the-whumpee @enbygesserit & anybody else who wants it

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Music #Tag game

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We need a slur for people without personality disorders.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #NPD #HPD #OCPD #Cluster B #Cluster C #Personality disorders

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[Does this to your whumpee]

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #I would totally get these if not for my sensory processing issues and OCD and fear of infection etcetera #They're so pretty #Piercings #Body modifications #Whump #Crack whump #Doll whump

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Note: I've decided to tell this in a partial epistolary manner. Some scenes will be told through letters and such. Others through plain old story telling in my usual style. I've never done this before, but the prompt really took ahold of my imagination.

TW: referenced cult, parasites, hunger, fear of death, human whumpee, vampire caretaker

Dear Rahab,

Well, I've finally done it. I'm sure you'll be very relieved that I found a place to stay, given that Rosemonda or one of her loyal servants doesn't find this letter. I hope you burn it as soon as you're done reading. I know you aren't allowed to have a phone, and I still haven't gotten one, so the letters will have to work for right now.

Before you read this next part, I want you to remember that I love you dearly. Horrible start, I know. But I'm your little brother. Do you really expect anything better from me after all these years?

The man who's letting me live with him is a vampire. That's the kicker. I know you must be horrified, but it's a decent enough arrangement. His name is Ishtar. A funny name, isn't it? Belongs to a woman. I asked him about that. He acted all prickly and told me in no uncertain terms to shut my trap.

But that's all besides the point. Ishtar found me stumbling through the woods. Can't you picture it, Rae? Your dear brother, half dead, covered in leeches and ticks from marching through a swamp, chilled to the bone, I could go on. Then this vampire finds me. I start saying my prayers, because G-d knows I haven't lived a good life. I don't know much about the world to come, and too much about the damnation Rosemonda preached. I really thought I was going to die.

Then he starts yapping about how I'm trespassing. "Are you blind? There are clearly keep-out signs." I missed the signs, obviously. He wasn't really angry, just ticked off. Then he saw the sorry state I was in, and carried me back to his house. Yeah, he carried me, a bridal carry to be specific. You would have laughed if you had seen us. We looked like the cover of a trash romance novel, but I was too filthy to be any sort of princess.

His house is quaint. I like that word. Quaint. It sounds nice. Anyhow, no electricity. It's not like a nocturnal vampire needs light bulbs. I've had time to look around since half-way recovering, and he has a lovely garden. Oh Rae, you'll hate this part of my oh so lovely story. But I promise nothing happened. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.

Ishtar stripped me down and tossed my half conscious ass in a bath, without saying much of anything. Wrinkled his nose a lot, and I don't blame him. I can't recall exactly what I was thinking, just that I was too tired to be scared anymore. I do remember him picking off the leeches and ticks though, mostly cause he kept looking at me like he was daring me to crack an offensive joke. I sure as hell didn't.

He got me outta the bath and gave me some water. Surprisingly, he had food. That is to say, he left me in the kitchen and came back two hours later with a basket of plums and a freshly butchered duck. I made quick work of as many plums as I could fit in my mouth without choking while he cooked the duck. I think he used tumeric or something, it tasted weird but I was too starving to care after not eating for two days.

I think I must have fallen asleep. It's all so effing hazy. But I woke up in this grand bed. Nicest thing I've ever slept in. I don't know why exactly a vampire has a bed when they sleep in coffins. Or is it caskets? I don't really know the difference. Anyhow, he was just sitting there staring at me all creepy like.

Vampire eyes aren't exactly red, you know? They're reflective like a cat, all the way down to having those thin pupils. Red, orange, green, they just keep shifting when the candlelight hits at different angles. Not exactly something you want to wake up to staring at you in a darkened room.

He broke the creepy ass silence to ask me why the hell I was on his property. I told him the truth, figuring there was no way in hell a vampire was in cahoots with Rosemonda. She hates them, as you know full well. He was oddly impressed. Muttered something about heroism. I don't feel like a fucking hero. Oh, he liked my name. Kept repeating it under his breath. Real weird fellow.

Anyway, I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I begged him not to turn me away. I may have cried. Just a little. He just looked me over, silent for a few minutes, and offered me a deal. Remember what I said about how much I love you? Good. The deal went like this. He'd let me live with him and he wouldn't breathe a word if our darling cult came to call. In exchange I'd give him a healthy amount of my blood. Once the anemia from the leeches goes away, obviously.

I know, I know. I'm being stupid and reckless. My body is going to end up fertilizing his garden. Mother would be so disappointed in me. I've heard all of that from you before. Well, besides the second to last one. But close enough. I'm fine though. Still not over the anemia, so he hasn't tried to drink me. You know how low my pain tolerance is, so I hope I don't act like a coward next time he gets peckish.

He doesn't talk to me much, you know? Just lets me wander around his house and pick fruit from his garden to eat. I haven't admitted that I know nothing about butchering yet, despite the meat cravings. I don't see how you went vegetarian. I would kill for some bacon.

Sorry, I know I shouldn't be joking so much. But I'm not sure what to say. A lot has happened, but I'm safer than I've been in years. I have food in my stomach and don't have to listen to sermons to get it. If you want me to rescue you at any time, just say the word. I'll whisk you here when you're out proselytizing. I doubt Ishtar will mind. I mean, you're my sister.

I'll cut this letter short. I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here. I hope you're doing enough proselytizing for Rosemonda to give you good meals and a blanket to sleep in. I know I'm repeating myself, but I need to say it one more time. Just in case. I love you.

Sincerely yours, Mordecai

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @devourerofcheesecake @thedarkmongoose @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenly-whumper

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Human whumpee #Vampire caretaker #Expository whump #Modern whump #Cult whump

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People with NPD, I love you. You're praise worthy and interesting and fun to be around. Your presence really lights up the room.

People with HPD, I love you. You're stylish and fascinating and alluring. Your strong sense of personality and presentation are always captivating.

People with ASPD, I love you. You're reasonable and logical and level headed. Your unique view of the world is truly enlightening.

People with BPD, I love you. You're passionate and wonderful and exciting. Your deep emotions make you a lovely friend.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #NPD #ASPD #HPD #BPD #I love you guys so much you have no idea #I love my narcissistic friends #I love my histrionic friends #I love my antisocial friends #I love my borderline friends #You guys are so cool and lovely #Have a nice day

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Lyrics of the day, from NOT ENTIRELY ALONE by The Narcissist Cookbook

My dead name means gift from God, so this one hits particularly hard. I love this song. This is a big chunk of the song, but it's all tightly connected.

I haven't met God myself, I don't know anyone that has

So I can't vouch for her gift-giving abilities

Maybe she put a lot of thought into you

Or maybe you were something she picked up

At the 24-hour petrol station

At the last minute on the way to the party

Maybe she supplemented you

With a couple of bottles of cheap white wine

And accidentally-on-purpose

Left one of the bottles in the car

Or maybe...

She made you herself

In her spare time

Out of glitter

And clay

And leftover scraps of dying stars

Maybe she didn't name you at all

Your name just was an observation

And a statement of fact

"Here

Here they are

A gift from God"

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #NOT ENTIRELY ALONE #Lyrics #Narcissist Cookbook #Song #Music

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I'm really sick and tired of how much people with high empathy enjoy hijacking and derailing posts about low/no empathy.

It seems like every post as simple as "having low or no empathy is fine, actually" is met by a bunch of people in the notes saying "oh, but isn't high empathy also valid? You excluded us :("

High empathy people are never hated on for having high empathy. Not ever. They aren't treated like monsters. People don't talk seriously or even just joke about throwing them all in jail or having them killed.

Empathy comes with so many privileges I can't breathe, yet they are insistent that everything has to be about them. They can't even imagine how hard it is to exist on the internet with low/no empathy dealing with all the vile hatred, even if they can "empathize", whatever that means.

Petition to keep people with empathy from hijacking posts about low/no empathy talking about our struggles or trying to spread positivity. They are more than capable of showing support, if they have any to spare, or ignoring us entirely. You'd think an empath could read the room.

#Low/no empathy #Empaths do not touch #Npd safe #Aspd safe #Cluster b safe #Low empathy #High empathy #Abraham original: Hot off the press #actually narcissistic #Actually npd #Actually cluster b #Empaths can be so vile sometimes #Not all of them #But a good vocal lot

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A story about a person changed utterly by their captivity and torments, told from the split points of view of their old best friend who reunites with them after years apart and their fellow escapee who only knew them in their shared prison.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Whumpblr #Whump prompt #Whump ideas #Writing prompt #writing ideas #writing inspiration #prompts #writeblr #story prompts

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I'm obsessed with the idea of a whumper who works with little kids as a teacher or babysitter.

No, they don't hurt the kids. They're amazing at their job. They are, however, torturing adults in their spare time. (Yes I'm projecting shut up)

This, of course, crops up in interesting and funny ways.

Whumpee: *insults whumper in defiance*

Whumper: *in their elementary school teacher voice* That was really mean. You hurt my feelings. You can't talk to other people like that. How would you feel if I said that to you? I want an apology.

Whumpee: ...what?

Whumper: I- I really don't know how to explain that one. Let's move on.

It's such a great concept to me. I love the idea of a whumper who is sweet and amazing with the kids they take care of. But they're, you know, keeping a guy in their basement to torture, or whatever other whumpy activities.

Bonus points if Whumpee is horrified to find out how much time Whumper sends around kids, utterly convinced that they're abusing them. Only for the whiplash of finding out that Whumper is actually the best Caretaker any kid could dream of.

-Abraham ♡♡♡

#Whump #Whump prompt #Whumper #Abraham original: Hot off the press #whump scenario #whump snippet #whump dialogue

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Eden part twenty-two

TW: stockholm syndrome, religion, referenced murder, referenced kidnapping, pet whumpee, creep/intimate whumper

Note: After nearly abandoning this story multiple times, I've finally finished it. I hope you all have enjoyed yourself reading this far.

The drive home was a long one. Try as he might, Ezra couldn't convince himself to feel anything but joyful.

Reasonable emotions, befitting of a real person, refused to be sown in the garden of his heart. He was too far gone for that.

The music playing from Christopher's car radio was much the same that played in their house, and Ezra recognized it as Tchaikovsky. Funny, how a month ago he wouldn't have known Bach from Mozart.

"I love you," Christopher said, as though Ezra could possibly forget.

"I love you too." Ezra stared at the fields rushing past the passenger side window, blurs of winter tinted whites and grays. "Thank you for bringing me home."

"I wouldn't have dreamed of leaving you."

Christopher drove like any man who learned in the eighties, with one hand over the steering wheel and the other relaxed as his side. Ezra had learned a far different position, requiring both hands on the wheel, but took advantage of their difference in education to hold Christopher's hand.

"I may have told my roommates your name," Ezra admitted. "That was so fucking stupid of me. They don't know where you live though. And neither of them have the brain cells to file a missing person case."

"I know half the sheriff's department personally," Christopher assured him. "They won't suspect me. And even if they find you, I have no doubt that you'll vouch for my innocence. It isn't a concern."

"Thank God." Of course Christopher knew how to handle things. There wasn't any need for Ezra to worry. "I couldn't live with myself if I got you in trouble for the… um, stalking and kidnapping and murder."

Christopher laughed, much quieter than Ezra, who broke into mild hysterics. What a life. What a life.

After he had calmed himself, Ezra texted his friends goodbye. It was a hard thing to write, but he couldn't leave them hanging again. At the end of his message, he thanked them for all the good times they had together, and promised to stay safe.

Pressing send was far more difficult than he had anticipated. But finally it was over. He threw his phone out the window so it couldn't be tracked, hoping it didn't pollute anything too much.

Ezra smiled at Christopher, wishing for a shorter drive home. He wanted nothing more in the world to cuddle in bed, and never have to get up again. Holding hands during a car ride wasn't nearly enough.

"I missed your smile," Christopher said. "You're so… handsome."

This was the first time anyone had bothered saying such a thing to Ezra, and it took him a moment to process his joy before responding.

"Is that all you missed?" he teased. "And here I thought I was good company."

"Of course not. I got so horribly lonely without you. I'm afraid adopting a cat wasn't a very good substitute for human company."

"You got a cat?"

Ezra knew better than to be jealous, but he wasn't pleased that Christopher had tried to replace him. Sure, it had been his choice to run away in the first place. But that didn't mean that Christopher just got to move on with his life. No. Absolutely not.

"Her name is Gale. I found her catching mice in my garden. She's a bit feral, but a sweet little thing."

"My grandparents used to have cats. It's a Muslim thing, I think. Because they're such clean animals. They were always fostering half a dozen cats at a time and encouraging the people at our local mosque to adopt them. Man, I haven't thought about that in years."

"My family had a lot of animals growing up. Farm animals, mostly. Chickens, hogs, turkeys, sheep, honey bees, all the usual suspects. But a lot of the barn cats and herding dogs were quite friendly."

"I didn't know you grew up on a farm. That sounds really nice. My family always lived in small towns."

"We moved around a lot. I spent my younger years in Moscow, Idaho, among other towns, and finally settled down during my teenage and young adult years on farmland my parents bought. I think my younger siblings were harder to herd than our cats and roosters."

Ezra laughed softly to himself. How, in all their weeks of knowing each other, had he never asked Christopher about his childhood?

The numerous gaps in his knowledge of Christopher's life had never bothered him before this moment. But now he wanted to know everything.

"When did we get so casual?" Ezra asked. "This feels so… different."

"I prefer it." Christopher slowed his car to allow a white tail deer to dart across the road without being hit. "You mean a lot to me. I want you to be happy."

Ezra blinked a few stray tears from his eyes. "You're the only one. I guess you know that, but it's still hard. I wish I had known you for years, instead of just this winter. My life would have gone so much better."

Christopher squeezed Ezra's hand, taking his eyes off the road for a moment. "You're worth everything I could ever give you. I just wish I knew what would make you happy."

"You make me happy. I've never felt better than when I'm with you. I never knew what I wanted from life. Just surviving was nearly impossible. Now I can actually want things. Like warm meals and a cozy bed and lavender tea. Thank you, for everything."

Christopher pulled into his driveway and parked his car. The moment they stepped out of the car, Ezra fell into Christopher's arms, just as he had done so many times before.

It was a welcoming sensation, a sense of security buried within the lack of freedom. Guilt from running away finally melted off Ezra's soul, leaving him to enjoy his life.

When they walked inside, a silver tabby darted up to rub against Christopher's legs. He scratched her behind the ears and left his shoes by the door. Ezra followed his example in both actions.

"Hello Gale," Ezra said softly. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?"

"I'll start on lunch," Christopher said. "Get settled down."

Ezra wandered through their home, leaving Christopher and Gale alone in the kitchen. Everything was so familiar, the oil paintings hanging on the walls and soft carpet under his feet exactly how he remembered.

But it felt so wrong, seeing the places Jay used to hang around, and knowing he would never see them again. They had sat on the sofa, trusting him to put his arm around their shoulder even after all that torture. It was enough to bring him to tears.

Finally, after all these days of denial and trauma dumping to his roommates, he could process what had happened. Jay was in a better place now. They had to be. Even if Heaven wasn't real, something had to be.

Lunch with Christopher was nice, despite Ezra's melancholy. Even if Jay couldn't have a happily ever after in life, he still could. And he knew they would have been happy for him, in the end.

He finished most of his salad, and let Gale lick his plate clean. Christopher clicked his tongue, but held back on chastising him.

"I want to read Paradiso now," Ezra said. "I know that would be skipping Purgatorio, but I'm in the mood for a tour of Heaven."

"Alright. We can always take a tour of purgatory later. Whatever makes you happy."

Christopher found a leather bound copy of Dante's Paradiso on his bookshelf and sat down beside Ezra on the sofa. His living room smelled more strongly of lavender than the rest of his home, an ornate oil diffuser sitting on the coffee table.

Ezra leaned against Christopher as he started reading. Gale tried to jump on the open book for attention, but settled down on Ezra's lap when Christopher nudged her off.

"The glory of Him, who moves all things, penetrates the universe, and glows in one region more, in another less," Christopher read. "I have been in that Heaven that knows His light most, and have seen things, which whoever descends from there has neither power, nor knowledge, to relate: because as our intellect draws near to its desire, it reaches such depths that memory cannot go back along the track."

Ezra closed his eyes, grounding himself in reality with the aid of fantasy. He had thought, during their reading so long ago, that Hell must smell of lavender. But now he knew that Heaven was much the same.

Unlike Dante in this fictional account of his travels, Ezra would never have to return to earth. He would stay here. In Hell. In Heaven. In Purgatory. Guided not by an ancient poet, but by a kind man who wanted nothing more than to keep him safe.

Blissful eternity had reached them both far before their death. If only Colt and Jay had been half as lucky.

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @thedarkmongoose @whumpsday @whump-by-robin @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @annablogsposts @whumpshaped @seetheothersideofparadise @knittedeyebrowsandcardigans @whatwasmyprevioususername @boonasaurusrex @suspicious-whumping-egg @heavenlyeden @melancholy-in-the-morning @snakebites-and-ink @suck-my-clit-loser @i-eat-worlds @scp-1296 @chiswhumpcorner @skittles-the-whumpee @whumpkinz @dokidokisadness @enbygesserit @canislycaon24 @be-gay-do-crime-ahaha @a-crumb-of-whump @pixelated-whump @whumpytine

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Eden #Pet whump #Whump writing #Whump series #Stockholm Syndrome whump #Final chapter #Pet whumpee #Creepy/intimate whumper #Recapture

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I think I need to make an official looking post about the discord server.

♡ This is a server for any and all paraphilias. From necrophilia to partialism to dacryphilia. It's very laid back. ♡

♡ Everyone is welcome to share their writing and art, as well as personal experiences regarding their abnormal attractions. ♡

♡ Our only real rule is not to start fights or spread hate. We're all perverts, so let's be nice to each other. ♡

♡ We are anti-contact for harmful paraphilias like biastophilia, and pro-contact for nonharmful paraphilias like emetophilia. ♡

♡ There's no such thing as thought crimes. You can talk about your abnormal attractions without censorship. Only actions have moral weight. ♡

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Paraphilia #para safe #pro paraphile #pro para #paraphile safe #paraphile community #Discord #Discord server #Paraphile #paraphiles please interact #Big three paraphilias

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Shoutout to weird kinds of therians. All those who identify with fungi or bacteria or obscure plants and animals. All those who feel put of place with other therians, because they aren't cats or wolves or dragons. You guys are awesome. Love you.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Therian #Otherkin #Otherkinity

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Dark Shadows 1966 meme dump

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Dark Shadows 1966 #Dark Shadows #Jason Mcguire #Roger Collins #Sam Evans #Elizabeth Stoddard #Willie Loomis #Barnabas Collins #Victoria Winters #1960s #1960s tv #Memes #Meme dump