Whumpee’s New Owner Is…weird. They Keep Trying To Take Care Of Whumpee, Offering Food And Comfort

Signs of Missing Someone Romantically

The partner can either be deceased, broken up with the POV character, or just away on a trip somewhere.

Looking through old photos

^ and maybe kissing a photo of them

Re-reading old texts

Texting their number to ramble even though it's no longer in use

Cuddling with their clothes

Wearing their clothes

Asking a mutual friend how they're doing

Stalking their social media

Listening to songs they like

Spraying their perfume/cologne to pretend they're in the room

Visiting places they used to go to together

Hugging a pillow and pretending it's them

Trying to do something to distract from thoughts of them

Coming up with scenarios in which they're still there (and maybe dwelling on them too much)

Being unable to fall asleep because they miss them too much

Seeing them in their dreams

Buying them gifts for when they get back

Planning a surprise for them for when they get back

Or if they're broken up, working up the courage to get back together with them

Feeling like their whole life is out of whack because they're not around anymore

Don't let anyone tell you not to follow your dreams

ever since i was a child ive known that i wanted to, someday, be the mutilated corpse on a nature trail that ruins a hikers week

Hey, stop scrolling and start writing. The book ain't gonna write itself.

When whumpee is already kneeling and whumper hits them, hard, causing them to fall to the ground

Bonus points if they're manhandled back to their knees

Spellcasters hate this fact but if you just stick your fingers in their mouth while they're casting a spell with a verbal component it's literally more effective than a counter spell.

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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)

"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"

The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.

The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.

"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"

The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.

The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.

The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.

"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."

"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.

"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."

"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.

"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"

"please."

"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."

A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."

The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"

"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.

"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."

The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.

"p-please."

There was nothing the caretaker could do.

Hey, don't cry. Go ahead and take that whumpee by the hair and slam their head against a sturdy surface and you'll feel a lot better <3

Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

Injury Prompt #1000

Knocked on the floor

Prompt #4

Villain gripped Hero's collar in their fists, eyes burning, cheeks stained with tears.

"I. Fucking. Hate you." Their voice was low, full of hurt and loathing.

Hero stared up into the face of their nemisis - their friend - with wide eyes. They swallowed the lump in their throat, guilt burning in their blood. "I...I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?" Villain laughed and their voice cracked. "Oh, no. No, no, you're not sorry." They gripped the fabric of Hero's shirt tighter, pulling them close enough for their noses to touch. "You're not sorry," Villain murmured. "But you will be."