
I write fiction, dystopian/whump/apocalyptic. Currently writing my WIP, sharing some of my scenes here for feedback.
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Yooo, attention my whumpy people!!
I feel like their are not to many whumpy shows/movies/books (ok their r but not many good ones I think) so if ur looking for an amazing rly sweet and also whumpy show that’s short free and literally the best piece of fiction ever written, I HAVE THE SHOW FOR U!!
Ok it’s called Wayne it’s free on YouTube, it’s so good, everyone should have the opportunity to see this bc it’s literally the best.
Anyway that’s it, I love it, I’m obsessed, u should be too, go watch it <333

Not what I usually post but these rocks, proudly showing off all their markings and all the things that makes them beautiful, it made me feel better about mine.
Ur scars are beautiful. What makes u different makes u strong.

Oh my god I love this persons prompts!! <33
“Are you blushing or is that just blood from where I slammed your head against the wall?”
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Tiny toad micro photo I took

“I wish you’d stop thrashing, you’re only going to bruise those pretty little wrists”
“Or maybe you'll realize I'm just a dumbass and stabbing me wasn't worth it anyway.”
Yaz’s face goes cold, completely dark and threatening, like stone.
“Oh oops, your right, cause like how would anyone ever know if i hadn't said anything?” They say sarcastically as they lift their blood stained shirt a bit to reveal the edges of a festering wound underneath.
“Ash.” her tone is dark and warning, like they probably should have shut the fuck up like five sentences ago.
“What? Are you gonna stab me for that too?” and that was probably too far. Like, really, really too far, but fuck it, either way she’ll beat the shit out of them later, they might as well have some fun with it while they can.
Yaz stands and leaves the room, the silence creeping in slowly after the door bangs shut.
“Gosh, I think I upset her.” they mock. “Shall we continue?”
“God, darling, you're pathetic.” She looks at Frankie’s weary body, strung together by chains, their face a tired mess. “I will make you into the person you're meant to be. I mean really? You're stronger than this, Ash.” She looks down at them disgusted.
“You haven’t fed me for a week.” They say, with all the energy they have, “and now this.”
“Don't be dramatic, it wasn't that long,” she laughs. It was that long. She shakes her head, “don’t worry darling, you can eat afterwards.” She turns away slowly.
“No,” they say. “No I literally can’t, I need food right now, I’m starving, I’m going to fucking pass out.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll try to keep your mind off of it,” she sings.
“You monster.” they snarl.
She clicks her tongue, “I taught you better than that.”
“I learned nothing from you, you were never there.” They snap at her.
“I was building this, you can understand I was a little busy.” She says coldly.
“You were busy? You left your only child, I had to take care of myself, alone, no one was there for me, I didn’t know what it felt like to be loved!” They yell at her, their cheeks flushing. ”Do you know what that did to me? Do you know what that made me?”
“It made you strong, Ash.”
“No,” they shake their head, a cold laugh escaping their lips. “No, it made me weak, I buried everything, I didn’t feel anything for years!”
“Yes,” she smiles, “and now you’ve gone and fucked everything up, you fell in love, Ash, now you have a weakness.”
“I am never helping you.”
“You will.” She turns away, her gaze drifting into the darkness, “someday, when it’s all too much, when you will do anything to stop the pain. Then you will stand beside me, defeated, broken, and barely the same person you are now.” She looks back over her shoulder at them, smiling. “And then, Ash, we will rule the world.”
Thinking of casual bites. Thinking of just leaving little marks over them while they try and clean up, or cook, or straighten the sheets. Thinking of covering wherever I can reach. Biting biting
if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher
I think they mean that unless the baby fits some old white mans standards of “normal” it is very likely they will be a victim of violence and hate and often people are killed because of this. But they don’t care about human lives all that much when a black, gay, queer, trans, or disabled person is killed (I could go on unfortunately). If you’re pro life you have to be pro all lives, if not you’re just pro fetus and pro controlling women.
Hope this helps.
Reblog if you are a woman and pro-life
To show that we aren’t a bunch of old white men
Angst master, I actually cannot for the life of me write positive emotions so… I’m stuck with what I’ve got

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My writing process:
Clean room (bc I can’t think if it’s messy)
Make tea/coffee
Make sure my writing spot is aesthetic
Light a candle for cool vibes
Go on tumblr/Pinterest to get inspired
Never end up fucking writing a single word XD
Person: What's your book about?
Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃
Whumpee's primal scream of rage, and pain, and helplessness tearing ragged out of their chest just before they sink to their knees and sob.
Omg I have this exact situation in my wip
Two characters who finally reunite. Maybe one was whumped, or maybe they both were, but it was awful and there were so many uncertainties, they could've easily never seen each other again. But they never gave up hope.
The running towards the other (or stumbling because their injuries won't allow anything more) and the crushing hug, pulling the other close to them, never wanting to let go again.
Then slightly pulling back to see the other's face, to confirm this is real. They're bruised and bloody, but they can't help but laugh with relief.
"Hey."
Ok but why did I actually flip my phone when I saw this??

S.P. 🌹 p o e t r y.
"I never could have survived that. Everything you went through… I'm not that strong."
"Of course you fucking could have. Strength has nothing to do with it. I survived because they didn't fucking kill me. It's not like I had any say in the matter."
Omg I rly like mine it’s lyaclio
Sounds pretty❤️
YOUR DRAGON NAME
last two letters of your first name
middle two letters of your last name
first two letters of your mother’s name
last letter of your father’s name
mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!
reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point
I’ve been thinking about this lately, I’m not a fan of the words we use that much and I like victim as an alternative, it’s more angsty lol, whumpee is too much of a mouthful
i actually think “whump” as a word is fine and kinda has a nice mouthfeel but i dont like the words whumpee or whumper those have a badddd mouth feel. like im willing to accept them for everyone’s interest but as soon as all the whump boomers die we’re switching to a different system.
Thank you this is really helpful, I didn’t even think about how I want to end it which is crazy cuz usually that’s all I can think about lol, so I’ll definitely try doing these things!
Hopefully I get a plot!!
Ok y’all have any idea how to come up with a plot once u already have some plot? Really struggling to find like anything to happen lol
Yes
“it must be heaven if a writer fell in love with you🥺” ma’am, the writer in question is an AO3 whump writer who puts their Blorbo through the worst imaginable kind of hell while making sure the sexual tension between them and their archenemy who’s putting them on a leash is off the charts before they both engage in a violent gay sex. are you sure you want writers to be in love with you?