Me Every Time I Have Bad Time Management And Stay Up Past 11:00

me every time i have bad time management and stay up past 11:00

heyyy, to all my questioning queer people tryna figure out their identities, consider this:

there is a big difference between what you ARE attracted to, and what you WANT to be attracted to.

what i mean by that is, let’s say for example that maybe you are a girl and you think you’re bi. you definitely feel attraction to girls, however you label yourself as bi because you think you would like to be in a relationship with a boy. but you aren’t actually attracted to boys. it’s just rather you like the idea of boys, maybe you even like some fictional ones, but you’re actually a lesbian.

that was just an example, idk, hopefully i got my point across ok. i just figured it might help some people to think about whether they’re attracted to a certain gender because they ARE or because they WANT to be. idk.

personally i love whump scenarios where the caretaker is captured too, and forced by the whumper to torture whumpee

maybe i’ll come back to this later and write more on it, idk

@augusnippets day 10

execution/ fake execution/ begging for mercy

Captivity, pet whump, threat of murder, begging, guilt.

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Whumpee screamed through a cloth gag, pulling at their bonds desperately. Strapped to a table, they were helpless to their own fate. Whumper stood above them, a knife gripped in his hands. Caretaker was chained to the wall in front of the two, forced to watch what was happening.

"Caretaker," Whumper said calmly. "I told you enough times that your disobedience will have consequences. It's time I showed you I'm not playing around anymore.

Caretaker yanked at their chains, eyes brimming with tears. "Fuck you! Let them go," they cried, kicking and trying to free themself.

Whumper cut Whumpee's shirt off slowly, exposing their chest. He tapped the tip against Whumpee's skin. "I'll try and make it fast, beautiful. It's a shame you have to die... you were always my favorite."

Caretaker was in a panic, tears spilling past their cheeks. "No, no! Let them go, p- please, they did nothing wrong!"

Whumper paused, smirking. "Then who did?"

"I did!" Caretaker cried, gripping their own hair. "It's my fault I was bad, I'm sorry! I won't misbehave anymore, just please don't hurt them!"

Whumpee looked pleadingly up at Whumper, whining through the gag. Fear coursed through every inch of their body, causing them to shake and tremble. "Mmph, mnph!"

The knife raised into the air dreadfully slow, aimed at Whumpee's heart.

Caretaker was practically in hysterics, shaking their head. "No, sir, please! Master! I'll be so good, I'll be the perfect pet for you—!"

Whumper grinned down at Caretaker, slamming the knife down.

Whumpee flinched, expecting the sharp, intense pain of the knife. Instead, they were met with a loud thunk beside their ear as the knife plunged into the wooden table beside them.

Whumper glared at Caretaker. "That's more like it. Keep it up, and I won't have to take it any further. Whumpee lives for today."

Sooo i may have projected a lil too hard onto my self-insert..

“But still. Being bad feels so much worse and more deserving of punishment when she does it. She doesn’t really think that anyone else in the group deserves to be hurt when they’re bad. But there’s a nagging voice in the back of her head that speaks up when she’s not perfect, when she’s bad. 

And it’s like she’s lost something somehow. Like annoying someone just once is unforgivable and she’s lost her status as someone sweet and obedient. Someone that people might even like.

She hates making people mad.”

the characters may be fictional, but my feelings for them are definitely real so I got to cry and mourn and scream and kick my feet and dig my nails into my pillow and giggle and smile and laugh and think and talk about them 24/7 and write fanfics/make fanart about them and use them as my emotional support blorbos and you don’t get to tell me how I can or can’t express my feelings you soulless twat