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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 5 months

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The Grand A-Z List of Whump 1/3

This list contains ~290 items listed A to H

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing. Whump is generally a 'dead dove' sort of topic, however it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This lists intention is to not glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This part one-of-three comprehensive lists of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[I-Q] [R-Z] [NSFW List]

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"I don't need your help."

"I'm doing this to make you better"

"I'm fine, take care of them!"

“I’m Fine”

"Kill me instead"

"Let me in."

"Look at me."

"Should I know you?"

"Take me instead."

(No) Anaesthetic

A Good Ol' Sickfic

Abandoned

Abdominal Pain

Aching Wounds

Acne

Adrenaline Crash

Adrift (in space/at sea)

Agoraphobia

Airsickness

Alien abduction

Allergies

Alopecia

Ambulance Ride

Ambush

Amnesia/memory loss

Amputations

Anaemia

Anesthesia

Angina (Heart condition that causes pain)

Animal Attack/Bite

Ankle Sprain

Anthrax

Anxiety/Anxiety attack(s)

Aphasia

Appendicitis

Arrested

Arthritis

Asking for help

Asphyxiation

Assumed Dead

Asthma/Asthma Attack

Auctions

Autoimmune disease

Avalanches

Backache

Bad Caretakers

Bandaged Head

Banished

Barbed Wire

Bear trap

Beaten up by ex-friends

Beaten with blunt object (i.e, bat or pipe)

Beatings

Bedrest

Bedside Vigil/Hospital Vigil

Begging

Betrayed by close friend/team/family

Bites (Animal, Bug, Human….)

Biting

Black Eye

Blackmail

Bleeding Out

Bleeding Through

Bandages

Blindfolded

Blindness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Blisters

Blood Loss

Blood Poisoning

Bloodied Knuckles

Bloodstains/blood trail

Bloody handprints

Bloody nose

Blunt force trauma

Blurred vision

Body modification

Body Sharing

Body Switching

Bounty on their head

Brain Damage

Brainwashing

Breakdowns

Breathless

Bridal Carry

Broken Bones (Ribs, Arm, Leg)

Broken Nose

Broken Promises

Bronchitis

Bruises

Building Collapse

Bullet Removal

Bumpy roads jarring injuries

Buried Alive

Burning Building

Burns/Scalding

Busted kneecap

Cancer

Caning

Capgras syndrome/delusion (belief that someone close to/important to the person has been replaced by an imposter)

Capsulitis

Captivity

Captured

Car chases (and maybe a car crash)

Carbon monoxide poisoning

Cardiac Arrest

Caretaker has to “play nice” with whumper.

Caretaker has to hurt whumpee while undercover.

Caretaker sacrificing something dear to them to get something the whumpee needs.

Caretaker turned Whumpee

Caretaker-whumper who's a parental whumper. But their "love" is not real love. Or even right treatment.

Carsickness

Cataracts

Catatonia

Caught in a fire

Caught in an explosion

Cauterization

Cave In

Cavity

Celebrity whump (exploitation in the music/movie industries…)

Chaffing from ropes/handcuffs/shackles

Chained/Shackled

Checking for injuries

CHF - congestive heart failure

Chicken Pox

Chills

Chloroform

Choking

Chronic pain

Claustrophobia

Cleaning wounds alone

Cold/Flu,

Collapsed Lung

Collapsing (into someone’s arms is usually nice, bonus points for cradling their head as they lower the whumpee to the floor)

Collapsing after they win

Collapsing/Fainting/Passing Out

Collars

Coma

Comfort after a nightmare

Common cold

Completely betrayed by their own team

Complications

Concussion

Confusion

Constipation

Constricted Airways

COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult.

Corporal Punishment

Corset too tight and won’t unbutton

Coughing

Coughing Up Blood

CPR

Cramps

Crikes (intubation through neck)

Crush injury

Crying

Cuddle pile

Curses

Cuts/Grazes

Cutting off hair (more of an emotional hurt)

Cyanide poisoning

Damaged Larynx/Vocal Cords

De-aging

Deathbed Confessions (don’t have to actually die and stay dead, just the threat of dying)

Defeat

Defenestration (throwing out a window)

Dehydration

Deja Vu

Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)

Deluded whumper/thinking they’re helping the whumpee

Dengue Fever

Denial

Depression

Dermatitis

Diabetes (type 1 and 2)

Diarrhea

Diseases ('mystery' diseases are the best kind)

Dislocations

Disorientation

Disowned by Family

Displaced hip

Dissociation

Distress call

Dizziness

Dragged Away

Dream sequence

Driving to the hospital with a whumpee slumped barely-conscious in the seat of the car

Drowning

Drunkenness

Ear Infection

Edema (swelling from build up of fluid)

EKG

Electrical Burns

Electrical shock

Electrocution

Emergency field surgery

Emergency Surgery

Emotional angst

Emotional manipulation

Endometriosis

Enemy to Caretaker

Energy Drain

Environmental whump

Execution

Exes reunited with one wanting a relationship and the other just wanting friendship.

Exhaustion

Experimentation

Exposure

Extreme Weather

Eye injury

Facing Phobias

Failed Escape

Failure to thrive

Fainting

Fainting (but also fainting aftermath) / Fainting due to lack of sleep, food, or overworking fainting from exhaustion

Falling

Falling for Caretaker/Whumpee/Whumper

Falling Through Ice

Fatigue/Exhaustion

Fever

Fibromyalgia (Chronic Pain)

Field medicine

Fighting (while injured)

Financial difficulty faced + how whumper might take advantage of that + how caretaker handles everything (well/badly)

Finding your loved one dead without explanation but thinking they’re still alive.

Fireman's carry

Flare ups

Flashbacks

Flinching away

Flu

Food Poisoning

Forced to... (Break out, Choose, Hurt, Kneel, Scream, Watch)

Forehead kisses

Forgotten by team

Foul-tasting medicine

Found family

Found unconscious

Fracture (Arm, Hyoid bone etc)

Freezing / cold whump

Friendly Fire

Frostbite

Gagged/Muzzled

Gangrene infection

Gaslighting

Gas (noxious, poisonous etc)

Gastritis

Glass (shards, debris etc)

Grief

Gunshot Wound

Hair Pulling/Cutting/Matting/Stroking

Hallucinations

Hanahaki

Handcuffs

Handgag

Hard ground

Haunted

Hay Fever

Head injuries/concussion

Head trauma

Headache/Migraine

Heart Palpitations

Heartburn

Heat Exhaustion

Heatstroke

Heavy metal poisoning

Held at gunpoint/knifepoint/weapon point

Hematohidrosis (Sweating blood)

Hemophilia/Hematophilia (Blood unable to clot)

Haemothorax

Hernia

Hidden Illness/Injury/Scar/Medical Issues

Hiding

High Blood Pressure

High Fever (like dangerously high)

High Pain Tolerence

Hit by a car

Home Sickness

Hospital Codes

Hostage Situation

House burnt down

Huddling for Warmth

Human Shield

Human Weapon

Hunger

Hungover

Hunted for Sport

Hurt no comfort

Hyperalgesia,

Hypermobility

Hyperventilating

Hypo/Hyperthermia

Hypo/Hyperthyroidism

Hypoglycemia

Hypotension/ Hypertension

Hypoxia

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wildemaven · 1 month

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today marks exactly 1 year since I’ve had alcohol. being sober curious, turned into realizing I relied on drinking to have a good time, sleep, drowned out thoughts and anxiety, fit in with social interactions. I like who I am and how I feel without it.

#tw drinking #tw alcohol #tw sobriety #sober curious #tw anxiety

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isbergillustration · 1 month

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I feel like absolute garbage today so no new art (sorry to the peeps whose commissions i promised to do today) but here is an update on this thing. Amputated part of its waist which is good, glued its legs on back to front which is. Unfortunate.

#n3783457 #my art #combination bad headache and fucked up my meds so ive been been seconds from throwing up for two hours straight #bleh #going to lay down and see if not having a cat stomping on my stomach helps the nausea #been taking my meds again like a good person for like six days but the very physical anxiety symptom that used to drive me to alcoholism is #still here. anyway. that's two years worth of oversharing for the art account. good night.#someone put what i think is a homestuck tag on this already and i consider that an act of aggression #go back to misidentifying my original art as welcome to nightvale or magnus archives if you must but homestuck?

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o-xytocin · 2 years

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The worst part about anything that’s self-destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

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arcanarubinaito · 5 months

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What are your thoughts on how an extroverted, confident, energetic MC would be with Muriel as an LI? (🪶)

Thank you for the ask, Feather Anon! I’ve been itching to do some creative writing outside of my story, so I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing this more like a short story/narrative style post.

Summary:

You command the room when you walk in, and everyone takes notice. He loves that about you; being riddled with constant social anxiety himself, it’s nothing short of a relief for Muriel to see that you don’t have to deal with it yourself. (Besides, it doesn’t hurt that it takes the attention off of him.)

He’s just worried that you’ll feel isolated and alone if you move in with him.

It’s exactly a month after the defeat of Lucio and The Devil, and everyone had gathered to celebrate together in the Rowdy Raven. He tries to stick to a corner in the back, but he is far too large and conspicuous to avoid the attention for long. Some people stare, others are braver and approach him to exchange a few words and express thanks. Muriel wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle. He appreciates not being looked at like he was still the Scourge, thankful that people weren’t afraid of him anymore. But the only reason he was here was to see you. You had been busy helping with repairs in the city while Muriel helped those still lingering in the camp outside his home, and hadn’t had much time to really talk or interact for the past week.

“You all didn’t start without me now, did you?” Your voice rings out as you stride in, and Muriel slumps back against the wall with relief. He watches some of the crowd clamor to get your attention as Julian passes you a beer stein, giving him room to breathe.

You look a little tired, he notices, but your face is practically glowing. Your eyes meet across the room and you light up even further, drawing a slight smile from Muriel’s otherwise stoic expression. He loves your smile. Immediately you chug your drink and begin pushing through the crowd, exchanging short words with a few other people before you finally reach him. He doesn’t even have the time to say ‘hello’ before you throw your arms around him in a tight hug that he quickly returns.

“God, I missed you so much.” You groan, tilting your head back to look up at him. Muriel lifts his hand, cradling your face gently in his large palm as he dips down to kiss your forehead—silently telling you he missed you just as much. “I didn’t have any time to visit this week and it was killing me, actually.” You stretch up on your toes and loop your arms around his neck, filling him in on all the little things he’d missed. Stuffy nobles complaining that they weren’t getting their homes repaired sooner, and Nadia putting them in their place. Helping Portia and the other kitchen staff with preparing food for all the displaced citizens. Julian and Asra, busy with healing and helping reunite separated families and friends.

He listens to you ramble on with a soft smile, and follows as you take his arm and lead him to the bar. “—but now I think I’ll have a lot of down time, which means I can spend more time with you.” Muriel’s smile widens a little more at that, and he can feel his face warm up when you shoot him a wink. Yeah, he knows what that means all too well. “Hey Lavinia, let’s get a round of black mead for everyone!” You call across the bar, knocking your hand against the wood loudly. “And put it on Jules’ tab!”

“Wait what—?”

A short laugh breaks past Muriel’s lips at Julian’s indignant squawk, and he catches a shit-eating grin plastered over your face as you settle onto one of the stools. Two mugs of the dark liquor slide across the bar towards you both, Muriel putting his hand out to gently stop them before they fall off and passing one to you. “What did he do to deserve that?” He asks, amused. You hide your smirk with your mug.

“Nothing.” You rest your chin in one hand. “I’ll pay it off myself, his reaction is just funny.”

“That’s a little mean.”

“It is a little mean, yeah.” You laugh, eyes glittering with mirth. The firelight reflects like spots of amber in your eyes, and he’s reminded of that first night. Your worried face and gentle hands cast in the soft glow of the fireplace, and the begrudging step he had taken to trust you just a little. The best decision he’s ever made, really. Muriel reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your eyes without thinking.

A few ‘awww’s scattered from the crowd made him flinch and quickly withdraw, his face hot with embarrassment. Muriel hides his burning face with a quick swig from the wooden mug in his hand and turns his back to the crowd quickly. He had been so swept up in the moment that he forgot you both weren’t alone, and many pairs of eyes were on you at any given moment.

Your hand touches the side of his face lightly, reassuring and gentle. Grounding him for a little longer and soothing that surge of anxiety and embarrassment. His eyes flicker in your direction again briefly before he roots his stare on the mug in his hands again. “You want to head back early?” You suggest softly. Muriel lowers his mug. He wants to say yes; he’s by far had his fill of socializing today and just wants to wind down somewhere quiet and familiar. But he hesitates. You only just got here, and he knows how much you enjoy these gatherings. You thrive off of social interactions, would it be selfish for him to ask you to leave so soon?

“We don’t have to.” Muriel finally says, begrudgingly, forcing himself to look back up at you. He can stick it out a little while longer for your sake, just as you’ve done for him before. It’s loud and crowded and his anxiety is already going haywire, and god his head is starting to hurt too. But he can suck it up.

“I really don’t mind going home if you need to.” You reply. He watches your eyes drift past him, your hand waving off someone behind him quickly before your gaze returns to meet his. “I know this isn’t exactly where you’re most comfortable.” That was an understatement if Muriel had ever heard one.

Wait. Go back. Did you say ‘home?’

Gently, you pull him away from the bar, guiding him through the swirling crowd towards the back door. He reaches out to push it open for you, his fingertips lingering on the wood for only a moment before you whisk him down the alleyway to a more secluded spot, away from prying eyes. His eyes widen a little, and he lifts his hand to curl it over the one you cup his cheek with. “You said ‘home.’” Muriel breathes out. Your face softens a little, a smile creeping up on your lips.

You’ve hidden yourselves among some crates stacked up between the buildings, a nearby street lamp casting your faces into wild shadows. “Yeah, I did.” You confirm, moving your hand so that your fingers are twined together now. You dip your head down, kissing the tops of his knuckles with a sweet brush of your lips that sends a jolt of electricity through Muriel’s body. “I’d like to move in with you—if you want, I mean.” You add on quickly.

Muriel’s heart hammers in his chest. “What about the shop?” He asks, his voice a little more breathless than he would’ve liked.

“The shop is a little bit crowded these days—” Right, Julian had moved in. Muriel tries (and fails) to resist the urge to make a face at the thought of the doctor living with Asra. “—and I’m not exactly selling anything right now either.” You continue, tilting your head to the side just a little. “And it’s so far from your place.”

“My place is also far from everything else.” He points out quietly. Muriel wants nothing more than for you to move in with him, to make that little hut feel more like a little home. But would it be too far from Vesuvia, and all your friends? Would you be happy, or would you start to feel isolated and alone?

“I know.” You guide him out of his thoughts with a soft voice and a gentle squeeze of his hand. “And I’m okay with that.” He searches your gaze, finding only love and warmth, and that gleam of pure conviction he knows so well. His shoulders relax just a little bit and his thumb rubs along the back of your hand idly while he listens. “It isn’t really all that long of a walk to get to the city. It just feels… It just feels too far from you.” You smile up at him and he practically melts, lips twitching up into a faint smile.

“I want you to be happy.” Muriel confesses softly. He brings his other hand up to envelope yours in his large and calloused palm.

“And I’m happy whenever I’m with you.” You stretch up on your toes, and he leans down just a little to meet you halfway, stealing a soft and sweet kiss—thankfully, without anyone around to see. Muriel sneaks a glance around just to double check before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer, one steady hand at your waist and the fingers of his other twined gently through your hair. He can feel your hands rest against his chest for a moment before you reach up to hold his face in your ever-gentle hands.

He pulls away just slightly, your warm breath mingling with his against the cool night air. “I love you.” Muriel murmurs, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. He moves his hand to brush an errant lock of hair out of your eyes, studying them. Muriel wasn’t one for eye contact, but it was so easy for him to get lost in your eyes. They always reflected the light so beautifully, and tonight was no exception; the light of the street lamp mingled with the moonlight, casting your eyes in a contrast of gold and silver.

“I love you too.” You murmur. Your thumb lightly brushes along his cheek and traces along his scar tenderly, sending a soft shiver down his spine. Muriel shifts, his lips meeting the spot just between your eyebrows before he pulls away, his hands resting on your waist. You tilt your head back a little to look up at him, letting your hands settle back on his shoulders before sliding them down his arms and resting them against his biceps, just above his elbows.

“… yeah. I think I’d like to go home now.” He murmurs, finally answering your question from before. Your smile widens a little and you take hold of his hand as you both finally pull away from where you were hidden and start to walk down the street.

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millimauk · 7 months

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Posting this WIP here as well with no other reason then wanting to start posting here again…

#you guys dont know them yet #but they are my and my partners blorbos #pink haired is arc #an agoraphobic and anxiety ridden vampire #and the man that was sent to hunt and kill him…#you can see how well that went lol #the hunter is basically a bloodborne oc of mine…and hes very important to me #grumpy old fart with bad hips and an alcohol problem #very capable tho #like incredibly #oc #original characters #millidrawsthings #WIP

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red-umbrella-811 · 1 year

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This one’s for all my friends on here with problems.

If you’re having a trauma or anxiety episode, if you’re thinking about killing yourself, you just need to make it through tonight. The morning won’t make everything good, but things will be better.

Do what you need to do. If you’re struggling to make it through this moment, there are things like exercise for anxiety, cold water on the face for anxiety or flashbacks, other distress tolerance skills. Use your skills, white knuckle it. Don’t use substances or behaviors. Surf the urge.

Try to get some sleep. It’ll be better if you do, but the morning will still be better than the night if you don’t. If you can’t sleep, see if you can lie down and listen to or watch something comforting, maybe with your eyes closed.

If you can’t do that, see if you can be kind to yourself. Maybe that feels natural right now, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe you don’t deserve it. Try it anyway. If there’s some cosmic (or literal) debt to be paid for it, you can pay it in the morning.

Try to be kind. If you can eat, eat something comforting. If you’re in a bed or couch, maybe curl up with a soft blanket or stuffed animal. Smell something that smells like home.

This isn’t about solving the problem, this is about getting you to a place where solving the problem might be possible. It’ll probably take more than a night. But right now, we’re just making it through to see the sun again.

#mental health #suicide #suicidal ideation #panic attack #depression #anxiety #ptsd #mental illness #coping skills #distress tolerance #mental distress #DBT #ptsd recovery #ptsd thoughts #anxiety attack #addiction #eating disoder recovery #alcoholism #substance use disorder

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 10 months

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Neurodiversity

The Autistic Teacher

#neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #types of neurodiversity #ocd #autism #fetal alcohol syndrome #bipolar #anxiety #sensory processing disorder #adhd #dyslexia #dyscalculia #tourrettes #down syndrome #dyspraxia #feel free to reblog/share if you’d like #the autistic teacher (facebook)#tw bright colors #tw eye strain

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theblackdog-taylorsversion · 4 months

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seeing as it’s christmas eve tomorrow, and that’s when festivities begin for a lot of people, a gentle reminder to those who

are neurodivergent

have anxiety

have depressive disorders

are battling addiction, especially alcoholism

are fighting an eating disorder

the holidays can be really hard. a reminder that you’re allowed to feel overwhelmed, you’re allowed to feel upset. you are allowed to not feel wonderful. holidays are stressful, especially when there’s a lot of people, a lot of noise, a lot of food, and usually a lot of alcohol.

please, for your own sake and that of your loved ones, do not put yourself in risky situations. do not force food upon yourself. do not put yourself around alcohol if that’s a risk for you. separate yourself from festivities if you need to.

i’d take a guess that your family want you safe more than they want you present. and if i’m wrong, they don’t deserve to have you around in the first place.

take care of yourself these holidays. dm me if you want a listening ear, even if i don’t know you, i’ll be here.

please support each other for the holidays.

#christmas #anxiety #depression #eating disorders #anorexia #bulimia #binge eating #tw disordered eating #tw anxiety #tw depression #alcoholism #addiction #tw alcoholism #holiday season #tw addiction

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hope-for-the-planet · 1 year

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“It’s the same idea as an insurance company raising your property insurance rates because you engage in risky behavior, like drunk driving. But in this case, it’s the fossil fuel sector that’s engaging in risky behavior by contributing to climate change.”

#climate change #global warming #environment #fossil fuels #insurance #divesting #insurance companies #greenhouse gases #good news #hope #environmental anxiety #climate grief #drunk driving tw #drinking tw #alcohol reference tw

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why-the-heck-not · 18 days

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Bought 2 two cans of monster ultra and an unlawful amount of gummy bears and I’m going to trick my anxiety-riddled brain with a simultaneous sugar and caffeine rush to get these presentation slides done

#perfect plan what could go wrong #but I have a 20min presentation next week that I haven’t started preparing for even a little bit bc presentations make me want to die and #even making the slides etc. gives me hella anxiety bc I know I’m gonna have to present this #but I need to start like yesterday and this is the only way I can think of #the plan B is alcohol but that can backfire even worse if u get the wring kind of drunk and alcohol makes my anxiety skyrocket for the next #2ish days and wouldn’t rly need that rn #as does sugar tbh but only for like a day so it’s fine-ish #could’ve just multitasked with buying normal sugary monsters instead but gummy bears are more fun #april 2024 #2024

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sentimientos-en-hojas · 9 months

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Prefieres los cuerpos mas bellos, mas delgados, con mas atributos... Y yo? Yo soy un asco.

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5tupidusrnam3 · 21 days

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Simple marker drawing that I made of the lamb from cult of the lamb yay

#this is my first time scanning a drawing into like a digital image instead of just taking a picture of it #my art #alcohol markers #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #not sure what to tag this because I literally made this just to relax because I have been stresssseeeeddd lately #anxiety can suck my lollipops covered in cyanide #traditional art

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hannahssimblr · 2 months

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We kiss until I want to dance again, and then we tear onto the dancefloor and bump into everyone around us, ignoring their dirty looks and the scolding things they say, and our friends go home because it is Thursday night, but not us, we stay until the lights come on and we’re forced to face each other under the glare of it, black eyes and sweaty skin, but she’s still pretty like this, with half of the glitter she’s put on her eyes migrating onto her cheekbones and her eyeliner smudged beneath her lashes. “Let’s walk home,” she says with her body pressed against me.

It must be below freezing out by the seafront but it’s clear, and it might be the drugs, but I’m briefly moved by the sight of the smoke stacks blinking on Sandymount strand like some kind of chronic, insufferable Dubliner so unaccustomed to real nature that he must find beauty in the twin chimneys of a power generating station.

“Do you think they’re nice?” I ask Alison as we perch on a freezing bench facing seawards.

“The smoke stacks? They’re alright I suppose. I don't really think about them.”

“When we moved to Dublin I had this whole hysterical thing where I thought that they were poisoning the air. Every time we would drive south and I’d see them I’d start to feel like my throat was closing over and I couldn’t breathe.”

She snorts, “Really?”

“Yeah, and my parents would always get really mad because I’d start panicking and start rolling up the window, and then when I panicked Ivy would start to cry in her car seat and I would ruin the entire trip for everyone. It was weird though, a purely psychological response to something I made up in my head.”

“Like an anxiety attack or something?”

“Yeah. I think I was traumatised by the change when we came here.”

“You came from a city though, it’s not like you weren’t used to things like that, you know, industry and pollution.”

I shake my head, “Yeah but Albuquerque never felt like this. I probably remember it differently to how it really was because I was a kid, but it was really dark at night, and clear. You were always able to see the stars from where I lived. Now I barely ever see them. It never felt… horrible.”

“Bet it didn’t always smell like piss either.”

I laugh, “No, it didn’t.”

“You miss it?”

“Yeah.”

She threads her fingers into the back of my hair and makes a little clucking, sympathetic sound, “Can I make you feel better?”

“Mm?”

“How about I give you a blowjob?”

I cough out a laugh, “God, Alison.”

She’s laughing too, pushing little pieces of my fringe away from my forehead, “I’m sorry, I’m joking, but I'm also kind of not... I know, I don’t know what else I can do. At least we know this is something I’m good at.”

“Come on, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” the gravel scrapes under her as she shuffles to a kneel between my legs, “Just in case you start crying over Albuquerque or something.”

“Jesus,” I say, and just as she’s fiddling with the button of my jeans I see a little patch of white blooming sprouted around the leg of the bench, their melancholy little white heads dipped bashfully towards the soil. Snowdrops. The earliest blooms of spring. “Hang on,” I mutter, and pluck one from the earth so that I can tuck it behind her ear.

Her eyes widen to big, soulful orbs as she watches me perform this simple, delicate gesture, “What are you like? Hm?” She whispers, “Keep that kind of thing up and next we’ll both be crying.”

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#lucky boy 2009 #tbh i love the colours in the seafront shots #pink and green is such a winning combo #tw: alcohol #tw: drugs #tw: sex #tw: anxiety

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