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whump-queen · 4 months

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I need a whumpee who’s straight up pathetic. a whumpee who hates themselves. give me a man with negative self esteem. a man with so much guilt, so much constant anxiety— someone who feels like they’ve messed everything up so horribly and they’re still currently messing everything up. give me a whumpee who has no time to correct for their past mistakes because life just keeps throwing more shit at them. give me sad, pathetic, irredeemable whumpees.

#akia.txt #whump prompt #whump scenario #pathetic whumpee #sad whumpee #my beloved #poor boy #baby pretty baby #whump #self hatred whump #self hatred #rip etc #this one’s for you babe

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whumperofworlds · 8 months

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Whumpee feeling that the team doesn't want them around. So at night, they packed their things and left without even a goodbye, as they cried. If the team was going to kick them out soon, might as well leave to save them the trouble.

The next morning, the team frantically searches for Whumpee, worried that their valuable ally has been taken captive or worse.

#whump #angst #team whump #sad whumpee #based on my intrusive thoughts of doing the exact same #is this a vent post? maybe?#whumpee #team #crying

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sickophantic · 2 years

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adoration

this isn’t very whumpy for my first piece but it’s more like... whumper as a caretaker? but also whumper is the one who made whumpee need the caretaking so hm..

[tw: creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touch (not sexual)]

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Whumpee groaned as they hit the wall, too tired to fight and too tired to stand. When their legs soon buckled, they slid down with a darkening vision. Whumper walked towards them, speaking to them, but their ears were ringing and everything hurt and they were just so, so exhausted. Their eyelids grew heavy and soon enough, they were out.

When Whumpee woke, they didn't open their eyes. They simply laid there, reflecting on the hollow aching in their flesh, the dull gnawing of their bones, and the overwhelming exhaustion that clung to their very being. Their thoughts felt slow, sluggish, and Whumpee simply could not think. What the fuck? ran through their mind several times before they finally remembered.

They had tried to escape.

And, of course, they had failed.

God. They were so fucking stupid.

They knew they would never leave this place. They knew they would never leave Whumper. They knew they could never leave their past behind. They were stuck here. With Whumper. Forever. They would never see their family, they would never see their friends, they would never see their home. They were just…trapped. Here. Fuck. They wanted out. They wanted out, so, so bad.

But… why even try? Maybe if they just shut up, they’d be okay. Whumper would leave them alone then. Whumper only hurt them when they deserved it. They deserved this. Didn’t they?

Yeah. Yeah, they did. They disobeyed Whumper. They tried to run. They tried to run because they were tired of an existence only filled by pain. They tried to leave them because Whumpee was exhausted from the constant terror. They tried to leave because they were so sick of the beatings and the games and the starvation and the tears and the blood and the screaming and the mockery and the laughter and when Whumpee saw that unlocked door they just couldn’t control themselves.

And now? They were lying on the cold floor feeling worthless. Wasted. Ruined.

They let out a miserable whimper.

"Finally awake, huh?" Whumper said flatly.

Whumpee jolted at their voice, eyes opening and scrambling away from Whumper. They attempted to push themselves backwards with their arms, but they only moved a foot. They stared back at Whumper, shaking, mumbling a quiet mhm as a response. Whumper glared back, standing above them, arms crossed. They moved closer to Whumpee and sat back on their haunches. Whumpee shut their eyes as tears began to brew. They tried to quiet their breathing, but they couldn't stop the panic spreading when Whumper's thumb touched their forehead, brushing something away.

They sat in silence for several seconds as Whumper tilted Whumpee's head this way and that before Whumper finally spoke.

"You look like shit." Whumper murmured.

At that, Whumpee wanted to laugh. Their eyes shot open once more as they looked at their tormentor. This psycho, this sick fuck, who had spent so much time and effort hurting Whumpee, was now telling them they looked like shit? What a joke. What a fucking joke. Yet, when they tried to laugh, to jeer and mock their comment, they broke into a coughing fit that wracked their broken body. They choked on their air for several seconds, tears blurring their vision as they watched Whumper's face blur.

"Yeah. Ni-" they coughed, "nice observation."

Whumper glared.

"You need a bath."

Thin rays of moonlight crept through flowing curtains, lighting up a cold stream flowing from a metal faucet into a tub, raising the water that Whumpee crouched in. They shivered, and goose bumps rose on their arms, but they stayed silent and pulled their knees closer. Whumpee fumbled with their fingers, their breathing uneven as they picked at the grime between their nails. It was so dirty.

Whumpee listened to Whumper's quiet movements behind them. They walked around the small room, opening cabinets and apparently searching for something. They placed a towel on a counter beside the tub before leaving the room without a word.

The door, rotting old wood that had once seen better days, creaked as it closed. After several seconds of silence, Whumpee let out a sigh and lowered their head to hide their face between their knees. They closed their eyes, attempting to control their uneven breathing, contemplating their past life and where they were now. They’d fallen so far.

They let themselves cry in that tub, warm tears spilling down their face into cold water. Their eyelashes grew wet as they covered their face with pale arms. They sunk deeper into the water, trying so very hard to bury themselves beneath. If only it was higher. Then they could hide. Then their mind could drift away and they could leave Whumper, if only for a moment.

At that second, Whumper returned, entering the room in silence except for the whine of the door and their padded footsteps.

They crouched beside Whumpee, placing their palms on Whumpee's neck. Whumpee's breath hitched before Whumper began to massage them, kneading away their tension through slow, practiced motions. It made them want to jerk away, but for now, it felt warm and safe. They felt themselves ease into Whumper's touch, allowing themselves to become more pliable. Whumper moved downwards, sliding their fingers along their neck to their shoulders with a gentle pressure.

"Frankly, I'm disappointed in you."

Whumper tightened their grip for a moment before releasing Whumpee. Whumpee instantly stiffened at both the words and the physical tension.

Whumpee felt the gentle motion of Whumper brushing their hair. They began with their fingers to detangle the worst parts, but quickly moved on to using a comb. Whumpee stared down at the water in silence.

“I expected better, Whumpee.”

Whumpee winced as cold water rained down on them.

“I thought you had finally learned.”

Whumpee chewed the inside of their cheek.

“But no. Of course not. Of course you always have to prove me wrong, and always have to prove your stupidity, hm?”

Whumper tucked a stray hair behind Whumpee’s ear and turned the water off. They pumped shampoo into their hands and began to work it into Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee focused on the night time atmosphere during Whumper’s silence; they listened to a breeze run through the trees every now and then, heard the crickets chirp, and focused on the soft buzz of the fireflies’ dance.

“It’s strange how you always seem to best your last stunt. Strange how you always fuck up even worse than before. And you know? I give you anything you want. I give you food, a home, and everything you ask for, yet you never stop bitching.”

Whumper worked on the back of Whumpee’s head, their movements light and gentle.

“You’re always crying, always whining about how something isn’t exactly to your liking.”

“And I put up with it! I put up with all of your bullshit. But as soon as I turn my back, you try to leave.”

Whumper’s hands move from the back of Whumpee’s head to their shoulders, gripping them tightly. They move their face closer to Whumpee’s ear, their breath hot and wet.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Such an ingrate.”

They drag their hands to Whumpee’s neck and lift Whumpee’s face upwards, leaving behind soapy trails. Whumpee looks eye to eye with Whumper, lips quivering and breath catching.

“But you know what?”

“That’s okay. I’ll give you another chance. I always will.”

“But why? Why should I forgive someone like you?”

Whumper’s pupils dilate, brimming with…adoration?

“Because I love you. I really do.”

Whumpee stares up, tears freely flowing now. No. They didn’t love them. Whumpee knew that. They were lying. Lying. Lying. They tortured them, for fuck’s sake.

“Oh, darling, don’t cry.”

Whumper moves their thumb to Whumpee’s terrified eyes, wiping away their tears.

Whumpee fumbles with their words as they try to think up a proper response. But they only have one thing to say.

“No. No, you don’t.” They mumble.

Whumper looks hurt, but they continue on.

“I know you don’t understand what I’m doing, you’re too stupid to know,” they knock on Whumpee’s skull, “but you’ll see. You’ll see, eventually, that I’m doing what’s best for you, Whumpee, because I care about you, I love you.”

Whumpee feels sick. Their chest tightens as Whumper smiles.

Whumper takes Whumpee’s silence as acceptance.

“I love you, Whumpee.”

#idk if you can tell but i didnt wanna actually write a bath scene so shampoo is all u need #whump #whumpcommunity #whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #noncontouch #angry whumpee #captive whumpee #sad whumpee #lol they're obv sad #forced bathing #sunnywhump #i wrote this in docs so i think i might've forgotten some italics ngl #ALSO if i had to manually shorten the post i’m so sorry idk how to do it #YO I ADDED THE READ MORE PLS CLAP FOR ME #writing ೃ⁀➷

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waywardwhump · 1 year

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That resigned sigh, frustrated but helpless, because no matter what they do it is never going to be enough.

There is no action the whumpee can take that will make things better. No amount of reasoning or pleading that will save them.

It was never about their actions.

For all the whumper claimed about punishment and bad behavior, their cruelty didn't come as a result of anything the whumpee did or did not do.

It was all an excuse, always. Because the whumper wanted someone to hurt, and the whumpee was a convenient target, too trapped to fight back.

There was nothing they could do.

Nothing they did would be enough.

They fumed in anger, unable to do anything but stay there and choke on their own misery and despair.

#whump #whumpee #sad whumpee #helpless whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #mine

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awriterinacorner · 1 year

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Warnings; death, implied torture

“Please don’t leave me! You can have anything you want, I won’t hurt you anymore, just don’t leave!!” Whumper cried into a beaten and bloody body of whumpee on the floor. They went too far this time.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump writing #emotional whump #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump blog #torture whump #sad whumpee #dead #death cw #death mention

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sasuga-whump · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: “stumbling”

恋して悪魔・Koishite Akuma - eps 6, 8, 9, 10

Vampire boy is weak from bloodlust

EDIT: whump list is here!!!

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ha-ha-one · 2 years

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(continuation of this)

not the best but i’m kinda tired and i had to rewrite this ‘cause the first one was really bad, sorry

[cw: emotional whump, recapture, creepy/intimate whumper, sad whumpee, manipulation, creepy talk by whumper, noncon touching and noncon kiss (both non-sexual), whumpee giving up, referenced alcohol abuse, subtly referenced torture, crying, lmk if i missed anything]

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He had never thought he’d be back here.

He had escaped. He was out! He was a free man! He could do whatever he wanted! He would not hurt anymore!

But life had other plans for him.

And he sits there, hands neatly resting in his thighs, as he watches from the corner of his eye the reflection of his worst nightmare gently brushing his hair.

William, that monster had his hands on him again.

“What’s in your head, darling? Something you want to say?” William says, voice gentle and inviting, like someone comforting a crying child.

Bullshit.

He stays silent, his eyes staring daggers at them man through the mirror. He tries to stay defiant, even if he’s too tired to do if.

William sighs, “I guess I’ll do the talking then…

When you disappeared a month ago, I was terrified, worried that something bad was going to happen to you. I thought we were doing great! You had even started to warm up to me! I spent all of those days looking for you, scrutinising every nook and cranny in this dammed city… and then I found you in that alleyway. My heart broke into a million pieces! I didn’t even know you drank!”

He stopped for a minute, putting the hair brush down on the table and looking directly at the younger man in front of him, a look of pity in his eyes.

“I know it’s been a few rough weeks, Lucy, so I’ll let this pass for now. After this, I’ll give you some space to think of what has happened, and then we’ll go back to how everything was before, okay?”

He cups Lucas’s cheek with one hand, the other wiping the already dripping tears out of the trembling boy’s cheeks. He leaves a gentle peck in Lucas’s forehead, petting his hair.

“You belong with me, Lucas. I know what you need and I can help you become better, you just need to let me in. Will you?”

Lucas should’ve said no, he should’ve hit him and told him to stop, to leave him alone and let him rot on the streets.

But now, now that he realised that he truly has no-one to help him, now that he realised that there’s no escape to this twisted dollhouse, he gives in.

He lets him in.

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taglist; @oddsconvert (lmk if you want to be added)

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Benjamin X Vampire Reader Angsty forbidden love prompt

“Can I walk you home?” Benjamin requested; you’d both met up in the park before the others awoke, so you and Benjamin decided it would be a good time to talk about things.

You nodded, managing a weak smile. “I’d like that,” you responded, before you intertwined your fingers with his, and you both slowly walked back toward the Cullen’s house, though you both didn’t want this moment to end; you rarely got to spend much time with him alone.

༺𐦐༻

Benjamin would be concerned when he found you sitting outside in the surrounding woods whilst it was raining, and he began to take off his jacket, intending to give it to you. “Take my jacket,” Benjamin broke the silence, and you looked up at him, surprised, “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You grinned, standing up and walking over to him. “Can vampires even get colds?” You asked, and Benjamin winced, looking away from you as he was embarrassed. “Keep it,” you stated, gently guiding his hand that was holding the jacket back to his chest, “it looks better on you, anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Benjamin pried, and you nodded, smiling reassuringly at him.

You stepped closer again shyly, and he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. “You owe me a kiss,” you stated, and he tilted his head partially, playing dumb. “Seriously, B?” You whined, a hurt look on your face. “First, you promised me you’d take me to the dance, and second, you promised me you’d kiss me at the end of it, and when you didn’t because you went with Tia, you promised you would today-” Benjamin silenced you by pressing his lips against your’s, and you would wear a dazed expression on your face; you couldn’t believe you still reacted this way whenever he kissed you; you could only assume it was because of the way he always managed to convey how much he loved you in the kiss, and how delicate it was; he was never rough with you. “B,” you whispered as you stared into his reddish brown eyes, and he smiled lovingly down at you. “I love you so much,” you concluded, before you leaned forward to kiss him again.

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Benjamin noticed that you seemed down, and you glanced up at him, a pained expression on your face when you noticed him at the door to your room. “B?” You whispered shakily, and he sat beside you, concerned.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Benjamin inquired, placing his hand on your’s.

“I - I just,” you murmured, lowering your head slightly. “I want you,” you whined, “all of you. And that might be selfish, but I don’t care-.. We - We were meant to be together, Benjamin,” you stated, turning your body fully to face him before you lifted your head again, “why won’t you tell Amun that, and why do you keep refusing to run away with me?” Benjamin winced, looking away from you. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t answer as you began to fidget with your hands. “Even if - Even if you don’t,” you murmured, your voice trembling, “I will never stop fighting for you. I’m not giving up on us.”

Benjamin nodded, reluctantly turning his head to look at you. “I’m not giving up, either, I just - I can’t tell Amun, Y/n,” he responded, “if Amun, Tia, or her father find out-”

“I don’t care what they say, Benjamin,” you interrupted, “I want to be with you, properly!”

Benjamin shuffled closer to you, frowning when he noticed the tears leaking from your eyes. “And we will be together officially, Y/n, it’s just going to take some time-”

“Well how long will it take, Benjamin?” You questioned, trying not to break down.

Benjamin wasn’t sure how long it would take, himself, and he fell quiet, resulting in you losing all hope as you got up suddenly from the bed. “Y/n, wait!” Benjamin cried, but you rushed out of the room before he could stop you.

༺𐦐༻

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Benjamin muttered, and Tia grunted, annoyed; she was sick of him going out to see you all the time.

“The problem is I this: I think I’m in love with you, Benjamin,” she admitted, and he grimaced, glaring at her.

“You promised you wouldn’t fall in love with me,” he reminded her, and she sighed, bowing her head slightly.

“I lied,” she murmured, “how can you expect me to not fall in love with you when I’m married to you, and I see you almost every day?” Tia then stepped closer to him, and he nervously stepped back; he didn’t want to allow anything to happen. “Can - Can I kiss you, please? At least once?” Tia requested, but Benjamin wasn’t sure if he should, or not. “Just once,” Tia whined, “you don’t want me to tell my father about you and Y/n, do you?” Benjamin winced, scowling, before he shook his head gravely. Tia then walked up to him, shyly smiling, before she connected her lips to his. Benjamin felt as if it were completely wrong, and he felt the urge to go and see you again as he wanted to take his mind off of the mental pain he was feeling. Benjamin tried to relax by conjuring up a memory you and he had made when you both started dating.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

Further information: Benjamin had had to go with Tia because of the arranged marriage to stop the covens from fighting.

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty betrayal prompt

Safin watched as you sank on the sofa, your face numb with pain. “You promised me t-that you wouldn’t hurt her,” you reminded him, “you promised!”

Safin looked away from you, tears invading his eyes. You suddenly felt as if you were trapped in a box, and it was making you feel overwhelmed and slightly claustrophobic. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I-”

“Go,” you spat, and Safin lifted his head, a hurt look on his face - the tears had been shocked out of his eyes.

Safin stood up, his eyes full of urgency; he was desperate to keep you. “Please, Y/n, you’re the only friend I have - Don’t do this,” he begged, but you moved away before he could touch you. A sob escaped Safin’s lips, and he buried his face into his hands as he sat back down. “It was all my fault, I know, and I hate myself for it-”

“You don’t care!” You snapped, glaring back at him. “Everything you’re saying - It all means nothing to you!” You spat, and Safin shook his head, feeling as if something had pierced his heart. You scoffed suddenly, looking anywhere, but him. “I don’t think this can get any worse,” you mused, and Safin nodded gravely, wondering how he’d allowed himself to mess up so badly.

“I - I swear it was an accident,” Safin murmured, “I was just angry and I - I threw-.. I threw her.”

You couldn’t take it as you began to break down, thinking about how she used to play with you and Safin, before she had been taken away. “I don’t know who you are anymore,” you uttered, and Safin nodded gravely; he didn’t know who he was anymore, himself. “You ruined me,” you mumbled, and Safin stood up when you did; he couldn’t let you run away from him again.

“You’re - You’re not leaving me like this again,” he stated, and you didn’t care what he’d do to you; you’d just given up.

“What are you going to do this time to make me stay? Tie me up?” You questioned, and Safin hesitated, looking away from you. “Do whatever you want,” you muttered, “I have no fight left. It’s not worth it anymore.” Safin stepped closer to you, tilting his head partially. “I just want her back,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you began to cry again.

Safin felt even worse, turning his head away to hide that he was crying, too. “I didn’t mean for it to happen-”

“I wish I could believe you,” you murmured, your voice faltering; he’d never, ever hurt Emily before.

You warily watched as he took out a knife from the holder in the Kitchen, but he turned the blade to face him, offering you the handle. “Just kill me,” he practically pleaded, “end my suffering. I give up on fighting for my life, too,” he stated, “so just do it.”

You shook your head, scowling. “No, because it’s easier to die than have to face the guilt of what you’ve done, so I won’t make it that easy for you,” you uttered, and Safin nodded gravely, lowering the knife slightly.

Safin sat beside you when you’d sank back onto the sofa, but you wouldn’t dare look at him. “We’ve got no one left,” Safin mused, “have we?” You shook your head, and Safin sighed, staring down at his hands which were trembling. “I’m a monster,” Safin whispered, and you frowned, glancing at him for a moment. “I’m so sorry,” he added shakily, before he began to cry openly, unable to hold it back any longer. “You and Sylvia deserve better than me!” Safin cried, and you tried to stop yourself from giving in to him, though you hated to see him like this. “What kind of a husband am I?” Safin muttered, cursing himself quietly.

“I was stupid for trusting you, clearly,” you responded, and he nodded gravely, a strained sob slipping from his lips again. “I’m going to bed,” you mumbled, and Safin watched as you walked up the stairs, and he decided to leave without you knowing, but he stayed close by as he wanted to protect you from harm.

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Just finished my work! 😁 Hope you enjoy this prompt ❤️

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blackfireofficial · 1 year

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been feeling like this kinda energy lately ngl

#sad whumpee #i'm so done #aesthetic #sad women

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shywhumpauthor · 8 months

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A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

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whumperofworlds · 1 year

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Whumpee: I'm fine, everything's fine! 😀

Whumpee's Brain: Why did all of this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Everyone hates me because of my neediness. Perhaps I should just run away...

#aka me lol #whump #whump humor #whumpee #sad whumpee

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echoingalaxies · 2 months

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Whumpee is dying, nothing can stop it anymore. Instead of a goodbye - when Whumpee closes their eyes for the last time, when they take their final breaths, when their hand in Caretaker's goes limp - Caretaker whispers "good night."

#“good night *nickname*” OUCH #it's so soft and so sad #character death #tw death #dying whumpee #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump trope #whump tropes #whump #whumpee x caretaker #emotional whump

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 5 months

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Be kind to hospitality/customer service roles, especially at this time of year.

It’s incredible how some people genuinely cannot have a conversation without being condescending/antagonistic.

#Bit sad innit #British pub culture at its finest #I’m turning into an emotional whumpee lol #Maybe one day I’ll use my experiences as prompts

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whumppromptoftheday · 1 month

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a whumpee who's so caring and so loving and so so kind that nobody knows what they're going through until they reach out and ask for help. even then, it's hard to get someone to help because everyone thinks it'll be something small whumpee doesn't really need help with

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whumpee #maybe they're running from whumper and need a place to stay for a few days #or maybe they're just really burnt out and cant hardly make a meal #or maybe. maybe theyre just really fucking sad #but none of their friends help because it cant be anything serious #its just whumpee

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sasuga-whump · 1 year

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Kamen Rider Build - episode 21

guilt

#emotional whump #despair #sad whumpee #crying #crying whumpee #toku whump #tokusatsu #kamen rider build #whump #asian whump #japanese whump #japanese drama #jwhump #whump gifs

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