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Heartless. Inspired by whump.   Main account is @heartlessteddybearwriting    Buy me a coffee
Anonymous asked:

*me sleeping peacefully at 3 AM* I LOVE ZERO SO MUCH. ZERO. ZER. ZE. ZZZZzzzzzzz ((I really love that lil robot guy!! I just discovered him last night and let me just tell you that gave me really good dreams :’00 hahahaha wala Lang share ko lang ))

Awwwwwwwwwwww THANK YOU

He loves you too (or he would if robots felt emotions)

(I need to write more for him soon 🤔)

Anonymous asked:

alright, i’m not sure if you’re the right person to ask about this, but i want to know if you have advice.

i’m a minor who’s an active member of the whump community, and i enjoy reading noncon. i don’t actually like or reblog any of the nsfw posts i consume because i’m very much aware of the repercussions that could bring. i don’t produce or write nsfw myself at all. but even when those kinds of writing pieces tell minors to keep out, a lot of the time, i still read them. i’m really not sure what to do. is it wrong of me to consume that kind of whump? should i stop? apologies if you’re uncomfortable with this, feel free to abstain from answering!

Hi! It’s totally fine to ask me these kinds of questions! Info under the cut for those who don’t want to read about this stuff.

Defiance, Crying, Struggling

CW: Humiliation, queendoms and conquering, foot whump, lady whump, nonsexual nudity (re: humiliation), forced begging, stress positions, evil women in love

Day 11 of @whumptober2020 and I more or less touched on all three of the prompts ^_^ Inspo taken from @heartlesslywhumping ‘s post

Empress Simone was a proud woman–though only fools would dare to call her arrogant within blade’s range–and she enjoyed the finer things in life. Fine wines, pressed from cherries and apples and only occasionally grapes. Fine clothes, with high necks, long sleeves, mid-thigh skirts over intricately detailed trousers, sturdy boots of thick leather. Fine views, overlooking verdant fields and beautiful sunrises.

And, of course, only the finest entertainment.

“Queen Misaki!” she greeted jovially, lifting the gold-rimmed magenta chalice, apple wine sloshing in the colored glass. “You look radiant this morning, come come, let me look at you.”

Empress Simone’s guards–well, two of them, anyway, the empress went nowhere without a full entourage–pushed the conquered queen forward, little force necessary to send her stumbling, thanks to the empress’s specifications.