7 And 12

7 and 12 😘

~withy

Hey wifey I’ve missed you ;) It’s been a whole ten minutes since I last talked to you. You want answers, you’re gonna get em baby.

7) what is your favourite sentence/paragraph? read it to us!

12) what headcanon will you keep implementing in your fics, even if canon ends up contradicting it?

Wifey. You’re a menace.

but. I promised answers, and I always keep my promise to my lovely internet wife.

Favorite sentence/paragraph. hmmm that’s a definitely a hard one. Besides easy ones like “You’re burning up” or “got a fever of 103/4”. I mean, of course there are a few in the you-know-what wifey ;) like the one where a certain dad holds his little blonde son as he finally breaks down, or when a certain firecracker finally succumbs to his fever and passes out, but if I must share one aloud, then I’ll choose something else. Something where I have the author’s permission to share.  This is a piece of the novel I’m writing, and I know it won’t make any sense, but my “favorites” are often a passing fad, I go from one to another so quickly that it’s almost impossible to truly pin them down.  So here is me attempting to describe essentially my own version of the Mirror Dimension.

“Fae couldn’t breathe.  Concrete flooded her lungs and oxygen was smothered out.  She blinked and saw something unbelievable.  Sam’s entire body had changed.  Glass encompassed every inch of his body, even his eyes. She saw Sam reach out and cup Michael’s face in his hand.  In slow motion, Michael turned to her and she saw some etchings of glass embedded into his skin.  She saw every minute change in detail as her brother’s face went from relieved to fear. Their mouths opened but the sound was too slow for Fae to understand. Her body descended to the ground, until a hand put pressure on her stomach.  Her arms were thrown over shoulders and they made motions to run.  Her legs dragged behind like dead weight until strong hands grabbed them as well.    Black spots danced through her vision as she tried to breathe in.  No oxygen made it to her lungs.  Her eyes unfocused, the doorways becoming stars as she floated into the Heavens, the pathways between them blurring into comet trails, backdropped against the all consuming darkness. The hands shifted.  One star was getting larger and larger.  Slight pressure against her face.  With a silent crash, the glass cracked and oxygen flooded her lungs.”

Headcanon... um, well, there are a lot. There’s the basic ones like the character I wanna whump will always end up susceptible to fevers, that when the characters dream, they always talk in their sleep (usually revealing whatever nightmare they’re dreaming), and then there are the more specific ones, like how trauma attaches itself to human brains in an unpredictable way, (ex: like associating rain with being safe because right after someone was saved from villains, it rained, and now those two events are intrinsically linked). So I don’t care what canon says, if I say that two things are linked like that because trauma then that’s it. I will hear no other options.

welp. those are my answers, I hope they satisfied you, my precious wifey love you

hap birthday, beloved! I love you bby ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

~withywhump

;-; I don't know how you could always be the best person I know. I adore everything about you. You're beyond even the best partner I could've ever asked for. I love you.

tis day of my birf. I am now 28 and my life has never been better. I have a great job, and the people in my life are the ones I could always surround myself with, people who love me and genuinely want to treat me with respect and affection. And I could never have thought before I made this blog the amazing community I would find here, in all of you.

Sorry, I'm getting a little sentimental. hap birf to me

Actually @the-wandering-whumper​ it’s kinda your fault we met^^ As we met because of an ask I had submitted to you, wondering if anyone had seen a particular movie and my beautiful @withywhump​ answered with a yes. I somehow got up the courage to message her and a year later we’re dating. ​And our lives are so much better for the other understanding and sharing whump preferences, we may not share every one but we delight in them all to make our partner happy and to have fun. I’m so glad that we can be open and honest with each other about whump as it helps us be open and honest with everything else.

@withywhump​ love ya babe.

For your last anon, I am in a relationship with someone I met as a result of being IN the whump community, and we trade whump fics as a love language more or less. It hasn't changed my enjoyment of any of my favorite tropes at all.

That’s fantastic! Anyone met someone through whump? I’d love to hear about it!

Tag game! The post I was tagged in was long af so I’m just making a new post.

Thanks for the tag @sickasafish I love these things! The game is such:

List your top three whump tropes and tag people.

Whoever gets tagged gets to say how they feel about your top three tropes.

After finishing that, they then list their top three tropes, and the tagging cycle goes on!

If you don’t feel like playing, it’s ok!

1) Concussions- oooooooh I love concussions! The delirium, the uneven pupils, the incoordination, the confusion, love it! They’re a wonderful bit of whump!

2) Fevers- ooooooooooooooooooooooh those are some of my favorite things ever! I love me a good fever, be in an infected wound or pneumonia or even just a simple flu. Most of my fics are sickfics of some sort haha but I am not ashamed of that^^ and fevers lead to fever dream hehehehe

3) Survival where an accident leaves the whumpee trapped- now this isn’t one of my personal faves but I do still love it. I just love the caretaking aspect of it more. Finding the stranded whumpee, freeing them, bringing them home, treating the wounds they got, etc.

And now onto my own favorite tropes!

1) I do love me some good sedation. There are so many options, the whumper sedating a whumpee and the whumpee trying to fight a losing battle with consciousness, the caretaker being forced to sedate a desperate whumpee who’s begging not to be sedated for some reason and the betrayal or the soft fading as they can’t comprehend what’s happening.... mmmm that’s the good stuff.

2) Stabbings. Stabbings are alllllways such a wonderful form of whump. Be it a blade, a piece of shrapnel, whatever works. If it pierces the skin, it’s good with me^^

3) This is a weird one but I still love it. A whumper having control over a whumpee’s hair. It’s a thrill to have a whumper cut, style, change, control a whumpee’s personhood by screwing with their hair. I do love an intimate whumper who loves to show their control over the whumpee by something so basic yet so personal.

Okay so that’s me! Tag time! @withywhump @the-wandering-whumper @sick-bae @bleedingandfeverish and @thefevertrope Have fun!

First of all, how dare the universe or Tumblr not tell me that it's your birthday. (how dare). And SECOND, I hope you've had a wonderful day. Congratulations on completing another orbit around the sun. Happy birthday!

It's okay, I don't advertise it. and thanks (/ω＼) you're a good friend. It's been a really nice day. Work didn't have much going on and I've just gotten to go home, relax and cuddle my kittens. We're also going to out to lunch tomorrow to celebrate since today didn't end up working out. A calm birthday is all I could ever ask for haha

It's your birthday!!?!?!?!?! Why wasn't I informed until now?? Anyway, happy birthday. Congratulations on completing another orbit around the sun. Seems to be getting harder to do these days. So, well done!

haha 😅 I don't advertise it much. I don't make too much of my birthday so I don't bother putting it in my bio or anything. But yes, I have completed one more orbit! Harder, yes, I'm a whopping 26 now, but I'm glad I stuck around and I'm sure my girlfriend is too ;)