thatsgonnahurt

In the land of Whump, where tales unfold,

A hint of hurt, a comfort untold.

Amidst the frost on Christmas Eve,

A tale of solace, we shall conceive.

In the dark of night, a soul so weary,

Injured and lost, feeling quite dreary.

A heart so burdened, heavy with strain,

Searching for solace to ease the pain.

Enter the warmth, a merry clime,

The scent of cinnamon, a view sublime.

Beneath the tree, where gifts are arrayed,

A cozy haven, a safe escapade.

A kind soul, gentle and kind,

With whispers of solace, to heal the mind.

Embracing wounds with tender care,

A soothing touch, to banish despair.

Through flickering lights, the fire's embrace,

Whispered words, a love with grace.

A cup of cocoa, warming the core,

A gentle heartbeat, promising more.

In the Whumpers realm, this tale is shared,

A reminder of comfort, for those who dared.

To find solace in the arms of love,

Where hurt finds healing, flying like a dove.

So, on this Christmas, let's remember the tune,

Of Whumpers story, beneath the wintery moon.

Where hurt and comfort entwine so tight,

Illuminating darkness, with shimmering light.

A merry Whumpmas and to all good night..

In honor of all the Disney prince charmings that started this whole whump thing for me back when I was just a  kid! I’d see Aladdin drown or John Smith getting shot and I’d get butterflies in ma stomach, freakin’ butterflies! 

I honestly thought I was the most messed up corrupt human. But alas! The sun had risen and the day has come when I realized there’s a definition for this sort of thing, and a whole lovely community behind it! And now… now I can sleep at night :)

Here is the fiction to read :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52336810/chapters/132398470

@whump-side did some lovely drawings, and the words just kept happening… I’m a sucker for sensory details in hurt/comfort, and, well, it shows.

Aspirations for a Part 3? I hope?

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commission for @relapseinjudgement