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I've seen whumpees getting agitated and going out of their way to pester or scratch at their healing wounds because they're impatient but I also want more of the whumpees who aren't trying to, they just do it absentmindedly/by accident and then realize they aggravated or worsened something when they register the pain too late
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Thought for today...
"Turning struggle into strength & chaos into beauty. "
Have a wonderful day taking care of you!
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It shouldn't take a life-changing event to spark change in your life.
Shaun Hick
our society glorifies speed, big leaps forward, and meteoric rises, but reality usually moves at a slower pace, especially when it comes to personal transformation. not every day needs to involve a "big win" for you to end up in a thriving and beautiful place. transformation isn't a smooth process. cloudy days are bound to happen. setbacks are natural. down moments are expected. often, it will feel like you are moving against a strong current of old conditioning. but with time and repetition, this resistance will soften, and the new you will come forward. our task, as we develop new ways of living, is to embrace the idea that small, daily accomplishments are move valuable than fast results. this is how we build momentum for the long journey. remember: happiness is not achieved overnight, peace takes time to build, a healthy mind requires slow and gentle tending.
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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #31
Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist
content: vampire whumpee, recovery, comfort
@whumptober Day 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” / Setbacks / “Take it easy.”
didn't end up making it through whumptober, but here's the day 31 piece i had planned anyway :)
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It was one of those nights. A night where the faces of Kane’s tormenters haunted his mind both in dreams and awake.
Awake was worse. At least a dream, he could wake up from, safe and sound in his room below Jim’s house. But the memories, those were worse. They were real, his skin tingling as he recalled the pain. The snap of a forcibly-broken bone, silver pressed against vulnerable flesh, the sting of a cattle prod, the wrathful kiss of the sun.
He gathered up his blanket and crawled underneath his bed, wrapping himself up there. It still didn’t feel safe, even though he’d been freed. The missing lock on the basement door felt more exposing than ever. Kane never imagined he’d miss being captive so much, but being Jim’s captive was safe.
It only got worse as the sun rose. He couldn’t see it from down here, of course, but his clock told him all he needed to know. Now he was well and truly trapped, a sitting duck for any hunters who wanted to pay him a visit and reintroduce him to the pain he’d been so spared over the past months.
But the sun brought more than just terror, here.
Jim woke soon enough, giving the door a couple of knocks before peeking inside. “Kane? You in there?”
Just as Jim was about to leave– right, it was okay if Kane wasn’t there, he was free to come and go as he pleased now– Kane piped up, his voice small and scared. “Yes, sir.”
Jim sighed, the sad kind. “Bad night?”
“Mm-hm.”
Kane felt the bed creak above him as Jim sat down, the delicious smell of human blood ever-closer. “It’s really over. I know it feels like it’s not sometimes, but you’re not going back.”
“I know, I just–” The memories wouldn’t go away. His mind and body wouldn’t let him forget, no matter how far away he got, no matter how safe he was. “I thought I was getting better.”
“You are,” Jim assured him. “This just happens sometimes. Doesn’t mean you’re back to square one.” He set the blood down. “Take it easy and give yourself time. It’s been five months, you’ll get there.”
“Thank you,” Kane said, already feeling just a little better.
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Missed Connections
I need Connected: Benthic and Connected: Summerset for quite a lot of small interactions; things I normally take for granted like upconversions. Normally they're unlocked by Watchful Making Your Name, and most other ways to increase them require you to have them already.
But according to the wiki, not quite all:
According to the wiki, Find a decent home for your Mark of Credit Page, from Secrets and Spending, gives Connected unconditionally. But the only way to know for sure is to actually do it:
D___. The wiki is incorrect, presumably because no one tested this scenario before. That could make things tricky. I'll need to do some more research.
And I guess I should probably make a wiki account and report my findings.
Whumptober 2023 Prompt List | No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” | Emptiness | Setbacks
Faruzan couldn't remember much of her time being trapped. And when she did, all it had were impressions and blurred memories.
Now when she woke up in the middle of the night, the oppressive feeling of the room loomed over her. Trapped, alone. It was quiet. All too quiet with only her breathing made known.
Out. She had to get out.
Out out out OUT.
Shaking hands took knobs and tore open the door. And then another door.
She can't stay here.
She has to-
Breathe.
The dark early morning air rushed through her face and into her lungs as she slammed open the door. The sound echoed through the empty street.
Faruzan sat on the stairs. She had just recently been cleared by the Bimarstan after so long. It wasn't as bad as when she first got back, on that first night in a closed room. They had to move her to the open air wing after that.
“I thought that I was getting better.”
And she had gotten better. She knows that. But the bare room, empty of any personal artifacts, from traces of her cousins, and nieces and nephews, the familiarity of her family home, to the missing rustle and life of her old lodgings long given to another generation– it made her feel all the more alone.
