*points at my blorbo* I'm gonna make you go through the horrors

"why did you write that"

4. the character's fetish and i'm committed to portraying them with absolute accuracy

invasion of personal space as a show of power. whumper stepping into whumpee's space when the situation doesnt require it just to show them they can. whumper passing something to whumpee by pressing it to their chest just to get close, just to tell them youre not safe here. whumper grabbing whumpee's chin so they're forced into close proximity. whumper casually draping an arm around whumpee's shoulder and pulling them close while chatting to their friends, ignoring the way whumpee tenses under their touch. its very much a power play -- a way to remind them of how easily whumper could hurt them. to remind them i'm in charge here.

Some paranoia your whumpees could experience

And after escape

Imagine if Whumpee goes backwards in progress with social stuff, they lack social awareness, unable to function in public, can't articulate their thoughts and people who don't know them well enough would misunderstand them.

Poor little Whumpee gets isolated more and more.

Pathetic little Whumpee forgot how to function.

That mouth of theirs is good for nothing now.

Those social behaviors are too rigid and uncanny. Awkward. They stand out in the worst way.

Caretaker, who once helped with social anxiety/ agoraphobia/ dysfunction and stuff was able to finally break through after months of exercises and exposure for Whumpee.

But Whumper came and does irreparable damage.

Now Whumpee assumes everyone and everything is out to hurt them and would rather stay in their safe place (house, room, etc) even if it means not being able to care for themselves. A simple run to the store is a battlefield of every worse case scenario. Every possible conversation with strangers must be accounted for and rehearsed.

If Whumpee ain't feeling brave, starving is always an option until Caretaker comes... or a miracle happens and Whumpee suddenly grows balls and is able to grit through hell for a short while.

Oh no, Whumpee can't go out today cuz the weather is too bright, the shirt size not right, and one of the shoes is laced too tight.

This kind of stuff starts small then spirals.

If Whumpee ever gets over that stage of discomfort, then next they would have to deal with the outside world, the unsafe and dangerous outside-of-their-comfort-zone world.

This doesn't just happen in weeks. I'm talking about months or years. (It maybe takes a whole month of not socializing or going outside for agoraphobia to begin settling in-im using me as reference pls don't hate), and this progressively worsens overtime if not taken care of.

But also imagine if Caretaker became Whumpee's grounding point, just body-doubling and being the emotional support while Whumpee tries to practice independence but being aware Caretaker is nearby in case they need help. And if Whumpee freezes or fawns then Caretaker takes charge of the situation. And this just repeats until Whumpee is able to do the basic functions until they don't need to always rely on Caretaker.

Whumpee thoughts

• Whumpee who completely dissociates and becomes almost a different person during intimacy

• Whumpee, who has been trained by their master/mistress to become aroused and thusly "warmed up" off their own musk and pheromones

• Whumpee who, when near their laptop (and maybe headset) immediately begins to execute trained behaviors to get ready for their voyeuristic Whumper

• Whumpee who asks their caretaker for permission to shift to get more comfortable because Whumper got them so used to holding poses for hours

• Whumpee who is protective of the collar their ex master made them wear. They sleep with it protectively held against their chest and have dried tears on their cheeks. They resent their Whumper but are protective of everything that ties them to Whumper

So stupid when a piece of fiction impacts your identity. Like ok bitcj. It worked. Now what.

whenever i go back through my blog to look for something i end up wasting a lot of time just looking at the posts because for some reason it's full of stuff i would reblog

whenever i go back through my blog to look for something i end up wasting a lot of time just looking at the posts because for some reason it's full of stuff i would reblog

Learned about these pages, and they're already insane enough.

BUT THESE ARE THE LINES IT HAS PROGRAMMED TO EXCHANGE WITH YOU???? (AS IF YOU WERE CIEL?????)

yana you are TEETERING ON THE EDGE RN

thank god I got whatever's wrong with me that isn't the kind of wrong with me that would have me falling in love with an ai chatbot or whatever the fuck

survive week > survive week v

^ survive week < survive week

likes your vaguepost to indicate that you can and should message me exactly what you were talking about in as much detail as possible xoxo

had someone come to my book event last night and give me this. couldnt ask for anything better, really. yes, they’ll be at my birthday party in november

you’ll never believe the turn of events that have transpired tonight

if I don’t reply just assume it’s my curse acting up

there are people out there whose entire job is to make sure their factory's bagel slicer perfectly divides every bagel into one brick that barely fits in the toaster and one sliver so thin it's almost transparent