@albino-whumpee / albino-whumpee.tumblr.com
Okay, here’s an interesting question. What hobbies do you guys have that wouldn’t be apparent from your online presence? Like something you spend a lot of time doing or thinking about beyond whatever you post on your blog.
these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time
& a text post
here’s from this go around, my most popular gifset
and my most popular fic
i love being on this site. i love the little community i’ve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals i’ve made friendships with and the mutuals that i’m still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point it’s hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.
we aren't Content Creators you need to shrivel under a leaf and hide from in case big-timer Influencers like US perceive you.
Ew. No. We're not Brands. We're not Influencers. We're other fans and other scribbling writers trying to have a conversation
WITH YOU
and the times when it's this quiet is really sad.
The look of disbelief and betrayal
Bookish people from tumblr, what is the best classic book you have ever read. I am making a list now that my love for those came back.
Can you believe he left Sann with a shot lung and then had to wait months for any sign of life? Yeah
reblog and put in the tags the thing you want to write MOST this year
Your friend says they’ll pay you $1000 if you can have a successful date where all the sentences you say are questions. Eager to get $1000, you accept the challenge.
This is easy if the other person has an hyperfixation. Let’s talk about your hyperfixation for hours yeah? Also what does that super important sounding word means?
always astounds me when adults hate kids cause like. did you just Forget about how unfair the world seemed when YOU were a child?? do you not remember being upset about how no adult ever seemed to respect you or listen to you at all? and now youre gonna just go on and treat kids like the way you hated being treated when you were one. ok
Sorry gotta stop you there, cause hating kids won’t and hasn’t made me a dick to them.
Actually the adults that loved kids were the actual dicks to me, so I’m sure you see the flaw in this argument.
Regardless, heck yeah, I’ve got trauma from being a neglected kid by someone whose dream was having a family, so I know the shitty life of being an unheard, unloved kid. C’mon. I hate kids, because I’m aware my actions have lasting consequences and while I will never ever try to act the same way I was treated, i am terrified I end up doing it because that lasting consequence ended up being very little patience, so kids? Kids exhaust me. I hate that they exhaust me more than hating *them*.
toady I just understood that many times, it´s not that the content of something is bad, maybe you see it that way because you´re in such a bad mood you can´t see it for what it is.
Talking to people about your characters really is a game changer. You'll start saying things about them you didn't even know you knew.
In the few things I´m glad I had my mother as my mother is that her view about religion was basically “Idk if there´s a heaven, and I don´t really care if you believe or not, but just in case let´s give you a passport (baptizing)” ((her true words))
-> Sann, slap Albus
oh?
Sann shivers at the command. His whole body pulling disgusted as he calmly marches his way to the albino. He´s making dinner and humming to himself a gentle song when Sann taps his shoulder.
The albino barely turns halfway before a hand flies straight to his face.
There is a dry thud of flesh falling against flesh and Sann´s stomach jumps before a strong grip on his wrist makes him flinch.
Two red eyes are nailed on him as the pressure of Albus´ grip on him tightens. His glare is nothing but cutting as he squeezes hard enough for Sann to take a step back.
At his yelp, Albus´ eyes light up again.
"Sann?" he asks in a whisper before quickly letting go of his hand, his fingers marking the scarred skin and turning it a bright red. "I´m sorry--!"
Sann´s other hand flies to finish the order he has a haunting impulse to comply to. But just like before, Albus catches his wrist and yanks it down so hard, Sann bends over.
"What´s wrong with you today?" Albus laughs nervously before letting go of his wrist again, trying to act calm but he can see the way his shoulders hunch and he keeps his hands open in wait of another flying hand coming his way. "Is this some game or..?"
Sann feels a shiver down his spine at the way Albus tilts his head at him.
"...I didn´t know you were that strong" Sann signs before massaging his burning wrists. Well, it was true that that Christmas, the shrimp in front of him had carried him on his own, but...Albus´ eyes drop to see his fingerprints over Sann´s skin before jumping to apologize.
"I-I´m not! I just- You surprised me and I just- I´m sorry. I thought this had stopped already..."
Sann stared at him with a puzzled look. Albus began to blush before blowing a long sigh.
"It used to be a problem in training too" He laughed after a second, crossing his arms over his chest "It´s not good to have reflexes this good if I catch the canes before they hit me when I´m receiving a punishment, right?" he said with a forced smile, before his body flinched at Sann´s hand coming closer to his face.
He stayed there a second, waiting for a reaction, but when his arms stubbornly stayed down, he lightly patted the albino´s cheek. Finally, the compulsion dissapeared.
"We´re not in training anymore" Sann signed after a moment, watching as a certain relief washed over the albino. "Sorry for that. It was just a...game" he signed and he clearly felt the drop on his guts at the implications of that.
If Albus believed him or not, he didn´t show. He simply took his wrists into his hands and started rubbing the throbbing skin whispering little sorries.
were they a golden child? were they a troubled youth? were they really very normal until bit by bit or all of a sudden they just weren’t anymore?
have they always had a penchant for causing pain or is it new to them? do they even like causing pain or is it just a habit? when did it start? childhood? adolescence? once they left home? later?
how many loved ones do they have? do they have a family? siblings? childhood friends? do they think about them often? did they treat them well? do they still? are there people they’d never touch or have they left a line of carnage in their wake all their life?
what’s their background, where did they come from, what’s more to blame, the nature or the nurture? tell me all about it. i wanna know where the bad guys come from. i wanna know the forming effects.
A sketchy pet whump shop that keeps their whumpees in cruelly tight cages. Only when the business is investigated do they realize most of the whumpees are traumatized and abused, some illegal without proper paperwork.
There’s a shy one that cries out at every gentle touch, their treatment has to be forced on them while they’re restrained because they claw at every hand that comes within proximity. Except that one worker… the only one whumpee will let close to them. They’ll reach their arm through the bars to grab their sleeve every time they pass to plead for attention.
Soon, the worker starts staying late and letting whumpee out so they can sleep on their lap, instead of crying all night long.
Still remember how Michi, my cat, came to the house like this tiny cute kitty that loved playing. But as soon as the vet that brought her went off, she was terrified of people and hid everywhere. She was the sensation, so everyone wanted to give her attention. Something she most definitely didn’t want at all.
So while my fam just slowly lost interest in her because she was above shy, I just let her be. A touch away from ignoring her and slowly, her little head would poke out before I turned to see her scurry and hide. Every time longer than the one before. Then, she just started curling up with me.
I didn’t touch her, just let her sit by me.
I think kind of slowly, it gave her the certainty I wouldn’t harm her and she began curling in my lap and purring. The cat that spend 2 months hiding from everyone. She even began to play and chase.
She is a lot more social with Valkyria now, but she’s rather timid and prefers lonely places. She still cries for me when I’m gone tho. She’s learning I’m coming back when I go too.
So…idk you. But a pet that has such a history may just need a little bit of time alone. Something people who wanna help it now, may not understand and only stunt their growth. Something that worker does understand.
100 years is around 4 generations on a species that takes as long to reproduce as humans and is not enough for speciation to occur, Mason. It's hardly enough for a new breed.
*sweats cause I can't do math*
uhhhh did I say 100 i meant 1000
*pulls out shitty "academic" papers about the quick way speciation occurs in labs by comparing rats to human pets with a Karen level of self importance*
HOWEVER-
tag the oc that feels like they failed their child/children
