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Wholesome whump theme? How about drugged for their own good? That's one of my favorites!
Simple. Whumpee gets slipped some melatonin in with their hot chocolate because somebody doesn't know the meaning of sleep. They fall asleep on the couch, and wake up the next morning tucked into bed, with no clue as to how they got there.
by the way, if anyone wants to use my responses as a prompt, feel free to! If I have time I might even write a snippet based on my response, we'll see how things go.
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siliconcat · 6 months
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elisabethrosewrites · 1 month
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That moment when Caretaker just can't take it anymore. Whumpee has been rescued and will not rest no matter how much Caretaker pleads. They slip a little something into Whumpee's evening tea, just something that would force them to get some sleep.
But as they watch Whumpee slowly drift off to sleep, curled up on the couch, Caretaker steps outside to get some air. Breathe. Because thank all the gods Whumpee is finally sleeping. They don't hear the footsteps behind them and Whumper wrenches a hand into their hair, slamming their head against the banister. And they too drift off to sleep.
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thesecret-in-thesin · 5 months
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At work, can’t wait to go home! Only 2 1/2 more hours<3
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rawrsatthetree · 15 days
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I can’t stop thinking about Astarion’s ratty ass blankie that he has at every camp and even on his bed at Elfsong.
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starrycomics · 8 months
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These panels both happen within the same WEEK
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Batman #137
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Catwoman #57
Listen, I like Gotham War more than most (to the point where I’m actively enjoying it), but it’s baffling how little editorial consistency there is when it comes to Bruce’s character.
Is he an unhinged maniac? Or just mildly controlling but overall concerned about the people he loves? Who knows! Certainly not any of the editors! And that’s without even touching the Batman and Robin characterisation debacle
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altocat · 1 month
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More cringe memes. Lucrecia Edition.
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 11 months
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June of Doom day 23
 “how many fingers am I holding up?” (poison/rash/double cross)
Villain heard the moment Hero dropped, their body making a dull thump as they fell to the ground. They were limp when Villain arrived, pupils blown wide and eyes opened to mere slits. They wouldn’t be coherent again for several hours. They wouldn’t be conscious at all in a few minutes. Villain had made sure the dose would be strong enough to work quickly.
“I’m sorry about this. I know this isn’t what you wanted,” Villain whispered, knowing that Hero couldn’t hear them. They knew it was wrong, a total betrayal of trust that Hero would never forgive. They’d become close over the months, spending much of their time outside of uniform together. When the capes were off, they weren’t supposed to do things like this, interfering with each others’ plans. And yet here Villain was, betraying that trust and drugging Hero so they couldn't fly off and save the day. 
It was selfish and Villain didn’t expect to be forgiven, but they didn’t regret the decision either. The upcoming raid on Supervillain was a suicide mission with no chance of success, and no amount of Hero’s optimisation would make that less true. Villain had told them as much, had shouted and yelled until their face turned blue, and yet it seemed that nothing they said got through to Hero. 
Carefully, Villain lifted Hero into their arms. Hero groaned at the touch, eyes opening marginally but never focusing on Villain’s face. "I won't let you die, I won't let you become a martyr," Villain promised. They carried Hero up to their shared bedroom, opening the closet and rummaging until they found one of Hero's uniforms. After a whispered apology, Villain made quick work of forcing Hero into their uniform, making sure their mask was firmly in place. They couldn't let Hero's agency think their identity was compromised after all.
With Hero dressed, Villain made quick work of dressing themselves. From there, it was easy for Villain to use their powers to teleport the two of them to an old hideout. It was easy to bind Hero's limp body to a chair, to set them up like a prop for a show. And it was a show, because they wouldn't allow Hero's reputation to be tarnished by an unexplained disappearance on the eve of battle. 
As they began recording the hostage video, Villain gave a wicked grin and prayed it hid the sadness in their eyes. “I suppose you’re all wondering where your precious Hero is, yes?”
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feline-evil · 5 months
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Master Miller time
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someone has never lived with a coke addict. lmao
no but for real i see these posts a lot and while the basic idea is 100 % correct (drug addiction and homelessness are not personal or moral failures and people affected deserve respect and dignity), they usually take a direction or have implications i dont agree with.
first off, drug addiction is not a class issue. people of all backgrounds are drug addicts. ceos too. so i dont know what this has to do with leftism? as someone who struggles with substance abuse and for that reason has lived with and been around addicts, there are good reasons for people to be biased against them. in active addiction, many people are erratic, unpredictable, and egoistic. being wary of active addicts is self-preservation, not „bourgeois“ or whatever the reference to leftism is supposed to imply. this is also partly a gendered issue because men tend to exhibit addiction, egoism, and aggression at higher rates than women.
secondly, especially at the intersection of homelessness and drug addiction - i see a lot of these posts taking the direction of „mind your business if a homeless man is next to you mumbling to himself“ etc - it seems these people also romanticise what drug addiction with nothing to lose can do to a person. a friend of mine was hit in the face by a homeless man walking by, someone else i know was stabbed by a homeless man after they took him in. just because someone is underprivileged you dont have to stop listening to your insticts and keeping your distance to erratic and intoxicated men who seem like they might do something unpredictable. this doesnt just mean homeless men by the way, i dont trust any men exhibiting this behavior, and yeah would possibly call the cops if someone like that hung around my home or work (never have though).
on the other hand, when a homeless woman was hanging out in the hallway i let her be. my neighbor wanted to call the cops but i told her not to. personally i dont even care if she shoots up there, but if i had kids i might not want her around either.
are homeless drug addicts vulnerable and more likely to be harmed than harm someone else? yeah. do cops and doctors treat homeless people like shit? yeah. these are important conversations to have, but i wish they would happen without romantisation.
talk to any woman who has worked with homeless men, myself included - marginalisation is not virtue. many still harrass and even assault women. and these posts never take a gendered perspective: how most homeless and drug addicted women land in prostitution, how they are not safe in homeless shelters because of the men, etc.
im not saying op here said all of this but from the tone (and the tags and reblogs) it struck me as one of those posts that shames people for being alert around drug addicts and alcoholics when there is ample reason to, especially if youre a woman and theyre a man. and they never take a gendered perspective which is really important in this context, as it usually is.
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setaflow · 1 month
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So I saw (2our)dust last night and I had a thought
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For the whump words ask game: Strap? :)
Hi oddsconvert! Thanks for requesting this! Here you go!
From this ask game.
Whumpee writhed on the gurney, each strap digging into their skin as they thrashed.
"Please," Whumpee pleaded, "let me go! I feel fine!"
The nurses ignored them as they wheeled Whumpee down the halls of the ER.
"Where's Caretaker?" Whumpee asked, "I need to talk to them!"
A hand clasped Whumpee's as they were brought into the operating room.
"I'm right here, Whumpee."
Whumpee looked up and saw Caretaker, their features etched with worry. Whumpee relaxed a little on the gurney, at least Caretaker was here.
"You gotta tell them to let me go," Whumpee begged, "I'm fine!"
"Whumpee, you're not fine," Caretaker said softly, "you're really not fine. Let the doctors do their work. I'll be waiting for you when you wake up."
"Wake up?" Whumpee's eyes widened as they realized what Caretaker meant, "No! They can't do that, I don't wanna go under!"
Whumpee resumed their thrashing, but the straps held them tightly in place.
"Shhh." Caretaker ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, "don't panic. It's gonna be okay."
A nurse came up and whispered something to Caretaker.
"Do I have to?" Caretaker asked them.
The nurse nodded. Caretaker sighed and gave Whumpee's hand one last squeeze before turning and leaving the operating room.
"No! Come back, please!" Whumpee cried.
The nurses held Whumpee still as one of them inserted a needle into Whumpee's vein. Between the straps and the strength of the nurses, Whumpee was completely immobile.
"Let go of me!" Whumpee screamed.
"You're alright, we're going to take care of you," one nurse said.
The nurses slowly let go of Whumpee as the drug did its work. Whumpee's thrashing became weaker as their limbs grew heavy and their breathing deepened.
"No..." Whumpee said, their voice barely audible.
Whumpee's head lolled to the side; their eyes fluttered shut as they were dragged down into a forced sleep. The straps finally came off as the doctors began the operation.
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lxvenderjewel · 2 months
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angel tears
shoutout to @falling-raine for inspiring this one, your fic was heartwrenching I loved kt. the fic
if you look at the clouds
all dark and gray
and you wonder what 
happened to the day
the sun was shining
the sky was blue
the birds were singing
now darkened too
an angel sits
somewhere up there
he’s all alone
and no one cares
he pastes a smile
and walks along
memories of
a nightingale's song
and finally when
he gets the time
he writes and writes
for every line
his eyes fill up
with angel tears
and when they spill
the whole world hears
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thesecret-in-thesin · 4 months
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My hairs been getting long, I’ve been thinking of cutting it…
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fungi-maestro · 11 months
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Questionable Images 1/2 - The Question #8 (1987)
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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months
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Harry: Next time you see my dad can you try to be less perfect to him.
Peter: What?
Harry: He talks like your the most perfect son and it bums me out. Just say something that’ll make him realize your kinda a loser.
Peter: Got it. Make Norman think I’m unworthy like everyone else.
Harry: Exactly. Now get ready he’s coming over tonight.
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Norman: Peter! It’s so good to see you! Pick up any new hobbies?
Harry: *sad his dad completely skipped past him*
Peter, noticing: I uh...
Peter, thinking of the most unflattering thing: I sell drugs now.
Harry: Oh my god...
Norman: D-drugs?
Peter, confidently like it’s the best lie he’s made up: Meth to be more specific.
*Norman is left looking shocked while Peter thumbs up a disappointed Harry.*
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