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whumperfultime · 5 months

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Tarot-Inspired Whump Prompts

I'm enthusiastic about both whump and tarot and those interests were bound to collide at some point. So I wrote a list of writing prompts inspired by the Major Arcana! Five prompts for each card, so there should be something for everyone. Enjoy!

(Also, if you happen to write anything based on any of these, feel free to tag me! I'd be honored to read it.)

The Fool: Accidental whump. Misplaced trust. Leap of faith. Taking a risk. Falling from a high place.

The Magician: Magical whump. Manipulation. Mind control. A charismatic and confident character. A table full of tools for inflicting pain.

The High Priestess: Keeping secrets. Blindfolded whumpee relying on their other senses. Guarding something or someone. Intuitively noticing when something or someone has changed. Cult setting/dynamics.

The Empress: Gilded cage. Lady whump (if you're into that). Comfort in material things. Gentle caretaker. Whumpee not used to experiencing abundance and safety.

The Emperor: Strict whumper and/or strict rules. Royal whump. Wartime. Stoic leader trying to remain calm for the sake of their team. High security.

The Hierophant: Religious whump. Institutionalized whump. Punished for questioning authority. Pressure to conform. Power leading to corruption.

The Lovers: Yandere whump. Sadistic choice. Forced to watch. Protectiveness. Multiple whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc.

The Chariot: Car crash. On the run. Kidnapped and forced into a vehicle. Lost and stranded. Unwanted and distressing thoughts.

Strength: Whumpee turned caretaker or whumper. Monster character. Patient caretaker. Animal attack. Emotional support animal.

The Hermit: Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Neglect. Feeling like an outcast. Going into hiding.

Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time.

Justice: Whumper being arrested. Detached/indifferent whumper or caretaker. Wrongful imprisonment. Privileges vs. punishments. Shutting off emotions so logic can take over.

The Hanged Man: Stress position. Caught in a net. Restrained and abandoned. Hanging. Standing cuffs.

Death: Grief. Recovery milestones. Immortal whumpee dying over and over. Left behind. Visiting a grave.

Temperance: Drugged whumpee. Personality changes due to trauma. Angel character. Poisoning. Mad scientist whumper.

The Devil: Demon character. Sadistic whumper. Addiction and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pet whump. Collared.

The Tower: Building collapse. Struck by lightning. Drastic change. A character being overpowered. Shocking revelation or betrayal.

The Star: Bathing (whether this is peaceful or whumpy is up to you). Drowning. Finally being able to rest. Anything having to do with recovery. Dehydration.

The Moon: Nightmares. Lost in the woods. Werewolf character. Illusions or hallucinations. Running on pure survival instinct.

The Sun: Sunburn. Public figure whumpee. Forced to perform. First time outside after being held captive. Heatstroke.

Judgement: Revenge. Sound torture. Deity character. Punishment. Resurrected from the dead.

The World: Endings (positive or negative). Breaking the cycle of abuse. Overwhelmed by choices. Regaining personal autonomy. Closure and acceptance (or lack thereof).

#whump prompts #whump ideas #whump community #whumpblr #this was really fun to make and i'm very proud of the finished result #if i get really brave maybe i'll post a scene or story of my own someday

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generic-whumperz · 8 months

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Temporary cover made with Canva clip art :)

(18+, MINORS DNI!)

Bad summary (I suck at these): Set in the near future, an ability wielding telepathic-empathic 18-year-old sells himself into high-class slavery to support his family and to escape the wrath of an impeding Regime that has overthrown the US government, as well as avoid the growing numbers of the ravenous blood-thirsty hoards of afflicted. Stripped of his name, The Aid serves under a Southern Californian socialite, Madame Eleanor, the prestigious Sullivan family matriarch, for five years before being given to her Sadistic Son, Wyatt, after her untimely death. He now must fight for survival in a war-torn world and rediscover who he is, and hopefully, he’ll make a friend or two along the way.

What you can expect: A long format, slow-burn type story with undertones of family war-time drama, multiple POVs (in the works), multiple parts, and Whumping of all kinds. Strangers to friends, friends to buddies, buddies to ???something more???

General vibes: post-apocalypse desert horror meets torture den meets psychedelic 60s and mid-centruy modern So-Cal aesthetics + Louisiana bayou, country back roads, cookouts, dive bars, fishing, big biological & found family, & sticking it to the man

General content warnings:

This is a heavier story with little to no comfort and constant levels of hurt (physical and emotional), including NSFW themes, heed any TWs/CWs! This is not a happy story (at least right now or in the near future, but our MCs will have a happy-ish ending I promise), if you want something nice n’ fluffy, this isn't it!

*Full disclosure this is a loosely BBU/WRU inspired alternative reality, but it is VERY different. Still there may be some vague similarities. If you don’t like BBU, fret not, it’s a completely different thing.

*Not all of these bullet points are explored yet, but they will be. I’m trying not to give away spoilers while also being upfront by what to expect here.

Institutionalized slavery in a post-war/post-apocalyptic AU (so objectification, degradation, humiliation & all that jazz)

Culty & conspiratorial religious extremism

Sadistic/creepy/intimate/verbally and mentally abusive whumpers

TORTURE. Mock deaths, death threats, attempted murder, and murder

Non-con, dub-con, consensual fluff/spice/smut/what-ever-the-fuck-we-call-it-these-days (varying degrees of each, anything explicit will be marked as such!)

Addiction & substance abuse + general use & mentions (prescription & illicit drugs, alcohol, gambling, porn) + noncon drugging

Cannibalism (the “afflicted” are basically stand-ins for zombies)

Red room whumping (working up to it, this feels like a spoiler)

Caretaker turned Whumpee (“Caretaker” as in literal caregiver) (Aid)

POC Whumpees (Benny, Jean-Paul, etc.)

Sprinkles of lady whump and ladies murking bitches

Multiple whumpers + Family of whumpers (different ages and genders)

Family trauma & drama (The Sullivans are fucking messy)

Former (elderly) lady whumper (dies at 73) (Madame Eleanor)

20+ year age gap between Whumpee (Aid) & Whumper (Wyatt)

Wyatt—POS asshole, misogynistic, egotistical, insane rich guy who’s never been told no in his life and can’t take accountability

Blurbs of past child abuse (why Wyatt is the way he is) feels like a spoiler but important to disclose I think

Objectively bad parenting

On screen and off screen character deaths (NOT the MCs)

Discussions of mental health including suicidal ideation and past suicide attempts

Long-term captivity, and conditioning— I’m talking 5 + 3-4ish more years (but this does not mean The Aid is completely helpless and always compliant and doesn’t snap back!)

Medical & lab whump (this is probably more medical malpractice and just bad healthcare, but there’s some experimental drugging)

Starvation & subsequent issues with food (Aid)

Manipulation/emotional whump (everyone tbh)

Defiance & angst

Paranormal encounters (Aid has a sleep paralysis demon, it’s a metaphor but also literal—so fun. Benny is afraid of flesh pedestrians—if you know you know.)

Aid has some special abilities. I wouldn’t consider this magic or fantasy whump by any means and the story does not revolve exclusively around this, although it plays a personal part for him and does influence the story in some aspects.

The lists below will be continuously updated when I have new stuff to add! I know it ain't much yet, but I'm workin' on it! :)

UPDATE 4/14/2024!

Part 1: Out from Under

Prologue (Meet The Whumper) (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1: Pump It (Louder!) (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 2: Belligerance (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 3: Say My Name (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 4: One Step Closer (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2 (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 6: Stranger to Myself (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

NSFW Chapter 7: Sicko Fantasies & Haunting Memories (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 8: Reflections (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 9: Special Sauce Part 1, Part 2 (REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 10: Family Heirloom (Under heavy rewriting and editing)

Part 2: Over Yonder

Chapter 11:[ TBD]

Polls:

Pick a sleep paralysis entity/being to haunt The Aid!

Art:

Bad Procreate Portrait! +Backstory

Lashings

Basement Dayz

SPD Basement Haunting

Other:

"Life Before" Backstory ask

OC in 3 (Aid vibe pics, visual references)

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fallenwhumpee · 1 year

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June of Doom Masterlist

Completed, to be edited

• "You don't want to do that." • Collapse I Locked Door | Fear

Warnings: Captivity, Superpower whump, Creepy whumper, syringe.

• "Get in." • Sobbing I Survivor's Gulit | Salve

Warnings: Gun.

• "I can handle it." • Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle

Warnings: Restrains, 'it' pronouns nonhuman whumpee.

• "Does that hurt?" • Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization

Warnings: Torture, mentioned character death.

• "It's not as bad as it looks." • Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch

Warnings: None.

• "You're doing great." • Injection | Nightmare | Duct Tape

Warnings: Lab whump, needle, self dehumanisation.

• "What's the bad news?" • Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw

Warnings: None

• "Breathe, damn you!" • Shock | Amputation | Infection

Warnings: Stabbing, blood.

• "I should have listened to you." • Sprain | Defiance | Smoke

Warnings: Explosion, betrayal.

• "Can you hear me?" • Starvation | Shackle | Hiding

Warnings: Food deprivation, restrains, implied torture, dehydration, execution, medieval settings.

• "We're out of time." • Firearm | Backseat | Self-Defense

Warnings: Car crush

• "It's no use." • Explosion | Fainting | Trembling

Warnings: Trapped in rubble.

• "Say something" • Rescue | Broken Promise | Weak

Warnings: Restrains, past torture, blood.

• "What were you thinking?" • Slurred Speech | Impalement | Fight

Warnings: Infection.

• "Please." • Bindfold | Pressure Points | Scream

Warnings: Torture, beating.

• "At least it can't get any worse." • Stairs | Concussion | Hammer

Warnings: Hospital settings in the end.

• "Don't lie to me." • Accident | Doubt | Gaslighting

Warnings: Carewhumper, implied drugging.

• "How long have you been like this?" • Fall | Sleep Deprivation | Bankets

Warnings: Hospital settings, superpower whump.

• "I'm not going anywhere." • Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair

Warnings: Restrains, mentioned whipping, captivity.

• "That's going to be one hell of a scar." • Cage | Pliers | Scrape

Warnings: Blood, medieval settings, restrains, burning.

• "On three." • Dehydration | Memory Loss I Choke

Warnings: Captivity, starvation.

• "I'm trying!" • Humiliation | Crutches | Rage

Warnings: Long-term injury, recovery.

• "How many fingers am I holding up?" • Poison | Rash | Double Cross

Warnings: Creepy whumper.

• "I think I'm going to be sick." • Bleeding Out | Illness | Cold Sweat

Warnings: Reluctant Whumper, fever, knife, blood, implied past abuse(in form of training).

• "Don't move!" • Natural Disaster | Drowning | Stranded

Warnings: Flood

• "I made a mistake." • Ambulance | Hopelessness | Numb

Warnings: Murder, guns, electrocution.

• "I'm so sorry." • Sacrifice | Obsession | Display

Warnings: Creepy whumper, multiple whumpers, implied torture, implied public torture, poison, medieval settings.

• "You'll get used to it." • Knife | Hostage | Surrender

Warnings: Intimate whumper, creepy whumper, implied past torture.

• "It's really not that big of a deal." • Bruises | Secret | Acceptance

Warnings: Superpower whump.

• "Are you scared yet? • Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial

Warnings: Drugging, open ending.

#juneofdoom #whump masterlist

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Hey, I'm currently lacking in whump again. Do you know any good episodes of a whumpee that got hurt somewhere in the torso, which actually takes some episodes to heal? So wound reopening, sewing up again, fever, collapsing, holding the side, whincing, etc are Premium ^^

Special bonus points if the guy is the "bad guy" and gets cared for by his enemy for information etc and they slowly warm up to each other.

I just rewatched the Sergio scenes from Helix for the thousandth time again, seems to be pretty unknown, but I loove the whump. It also lasts a few episodes and his "enemy" has to stitch him up again like 3 times. But the rest of the story is pretty bad in my opinion and season 2 just vanished the build up relationship.

Hello! That is a very good request but unfortunately hard to fulfill. Most whump takes place within just one episode and the characters are either perfectly fine in the next or at most have like a sling or something. That's a dream scenario right there. Multi episode whump, fever, collapsing, plus some bad guy/antihero whumping? I never watched Helix but that sounds amazing.

Oh man I am going completely blank. All the multiple episode long whump i can think of aren't torso related whumps. I've got exhaustion (9-1-1), beaten and taken captive (Outlander).

Mike Warren's gunshot wound in Graceland is multiple episodes long. Shot in season 2 finale, in the hospital and in pain in 3x01, taking painkillers for a few more episodes then gets addicted to pain meds which climaxes in 3x08.

Game of Thrones season 2 and season 3 Jaime Lannister has a very not good time. Full of whump. Long term captivity, loses a hand, infection, etc.

Once Upon a Time 5x12 - 5x15 Hook is being tortured and he's covered in blood and holds his ribs in pain.

Quanitco 1x07 - 1x08 Ryan is shot in the stomach. Alex has to perform field surgery on him.

Homeland 5x04 - 5x08 Quinn gets shot in the stomach and he can’t go to a hospital

Emerald City 1x01 - 1x02 Lucas is tied to a cross with barbed wire, rescued, can barely move his arms, is hiding a torso injury, injury becomes bad and he collapses, is weak, and then gets poisoned.

Followers? You guys got anything? I'm going blank.

#mod replies #ask #whump #whump recs

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kim-poce · 1 year

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Masterlist One-shot: Non-titled

Separated due to link limit

Masterlists Masterlist

Masterlist of One-shots (Maybe)

I'll make blocks of 10 for easier reading.

CW: pet whump, mention of nail whump, mention of starvation, feeling like being an annoyance, kicking, whumpee going back to whumper.

CW: guilt.

CW: war mention, implied war, blood mention, death mention, off-screen violence.

CW: implied past torture.

CW: non-human whumpee, implied future torture.

CW: broken bones mention, starving mention, blood mention.

CW: hypothermia, scars, nudity (as in taking the wet cold clothes out so they can live)

CW: mention of death

CW: multiple whumpee, conditioned whumpee.

CW: past abuse.

CW: medical whump, implied past torture, implied past rescue, female whumpee, burn mention, cut mention.

CW: captive, chain, collar, choking, forcing feeding, implied past torture, digging a finger into cuts, passing out, too weak to move, female whumper, male whumpee.

CW: male whumpee, female whumper, powers, failed escape attempt, implied future torture.

CW: sick whumpee, fever, forced to perform.

CW: kidnap mention, solitary confinement, possessive whumper.

CW: past trauma, breakdown.

CW: supernatural, death, death of a child, main character death, exorcism.

CW: pet whump, solitary confinement, touch starved.

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, dub-con body modifications (tattoos and piercings), intimate whumper, implied abuse.

CW: sold, rescue, abuse, kicking.

CW: Pet whump, conditioned whumpee.

CW: gun, caretaker whump.

CW: cigarette burns, intimate whumper, possessive whumper.

CW: past torture, trauma, mute whumpee, selective mutism.

CW: mer whump, captivity, torture, angst, victim-blaming.

CW: No Holds Barred Beatdown, pet whump? implied future torture.

CW: Ableism, implied abuse.

CW: torture, cuts, knife.

CW: pet whump, training, starvation, dehumanization.

CW: captivity, torture mention.

CW: trauma.

CW: fear of death, death (kind of), come back to life (kind of), vampire whumper.

CW: whumpee turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee, death threat, chained, talk of death/dehydration and starvation.

CW: Cutting, knife, intimate whumper.

CW: rescue after long-term captivity.

CW: captive, touch starved.

CW: self-sacrifice, implied future torture.

CW: gun, humiliation, fear of death, threats of death (non-verbal).

CW: knife, masochist whumper, self-harm, forced to hurt.

CW: self-sacrifice, multiple whumpees, defiant whumpee.

CW: several minor characters death mentioned, implied manipulation of masses, the hero is female and hurt, violence, gun mention.

CW: knives, fear of punishment.

CW: implied past abuse, scars, broken bones mention (past).

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, power dynamic, humiliation, slapping, forced to kneel.

CW: whumpee turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee, cigarette burns.

CW: emotional whump, betray.

CW: noncon drugs, kidnapping, death mention.

CW: solitary confinement, touch starved, intimate whumper.

CW: male whumpee, female whumper, humiliation, self-harm (accidental), possessive whumper

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, intimate whumper, fear of death, razor, cut.

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, cruel whumper, forced to watch, punishment by proxy

CW: captive, mentioned forced labor, touch starved, female whumper, intimate whumper, male whumpee, stockholm syndrome.

CW: death, car accident.

CW: minor whumpee, poverty, slavery, implied sex worker, implied noncon with minors (like really implied)

CW: lab whump, gaslighting, failed escape attempt, sensory deprivation, starvation.

CW: NSFW, noncon, shocking, defiant whumpee, oral, creepy intimate whumper.

CW: NSFW, no advised “bdsm” (between “” because bsdm NEEDS clear CONSENT or it ISN’T BDSM ), dub/noncon, overstimulation.

There’s just something about characters who are so used to being in pain that it doesn’t really scare them. What bothers them, however, is the worried look with which Caretaker regards them. Now that is something they can’t take.

“Let’s say you did escape. What would you even tell them?”

#masterlist

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lumpofwhump · 2 years

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21, 22, 24, and 41 for Topher?

- @soheavyaburden

TW minor whumpees, parental abuse, child death, alcoholism, forced cannibalism

Thanks for the asks!

When they were a kid, what kind of future did they want for themself? Have they achieved it? And have their goals/desires changed?

Topher wanted to be able to provide safety and stability for himself and his mom to make up for (as she framed things) having ruined her life by being born. Over time, this became an overall need to be useful to others. He achieved both the initial goal, getting him and his mom offworld to Mars, and the broader one, becoming first a spy in the labs on Ganymede to help the subjects and then a field medic in a number of conflicts. At a certain point. It also became a matter of making up for what he did in the labs to maintain his cover. He never feels like it’s enough, though, and regularly has to be given mandatory time off by the emergency clinic he ends up working for so he won’t accidentally endanger patients by working four days straight.

He’s uncertain about what he wants as far as what would make him happy, since that was never something he learned to prioritize.

What are the moral lines they would absolutely never cross? Are you sure there’s no exception at all?

Topher would never directly and knowingly hurt anyone for personal gain. And, after his experiencing working in the labs to steal information and rescue the occasional subject - where he experimented on people to maintain his cover - he’ll never again hurt someone for a cause or some Greater Good. He’s stuck to his guns on that one to the point that he’s gotten kicked out of multiple factions in various conflicts for refusing to let allies torture captives for information.

What is the worst thing they have ever done to someone else?

In terms of impact, he signed orders for two lab subjects to be transferred to the Redevelopment Program for wiping, knowing that it was bad, but not nearly by how much. One of the subjects died there, unbeknownst to him.

The thing that he did directly, though, that gives him the most nightmares… what was supposed to be a fake failed test that would have allowed Topher to sneak an allegedly dead young genmod out as “waste” turned into an actual failure. The substance being tested was a lot more dangerous than expected, and he watched this poor kid thrash and retch and gasp and suffocate when he’d promised that he’d get him out.

He did end up removing the boy’s body from the labs. He wasn’t going to let the kid be ground into food for the other subjects.

Have they ever been betrayed? What happened? Why were they betrayed? Did they ever reconcile with or forgive the person/group?

His mom was the first person to betray him, repeatedly, by letting several of her boyfriends physically abuse him over the course of his childhood. She also routinely neglected his needs in favor of feeding her addiction to alcohol, which contributed to his own pattern of self-neglect later on in life. Unfortunately for him, he not only kept his mom in his life, but he bailed her out repeatedly, covering for her with the cops when she’d get violent toward him even as an adult. This only stopped when his father murdered her when he was well into his 30’s, and he was devastated by that.

I haven’t quite worked out the details, but he got into a relationship with a bad caretaker turned whumper not too long after his rescue from prison on Ganymede. He would’ve been stuck with this person, but Alina Maddox - his not particularly good friend, who has a thing for him - found out and then had her more dangerous contacts ensure this person disappeared permanently without him knowing. He feels relieved that this person is gone. He feels guilty about feeling relieved.

#asks #Topher Farley #tw alcohol #minor whump #tw child abuse #cannibalism #reluctant whumper #lab whump

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dont-touch-my-soup · 2 years

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Not good enough

@whumpay2022

I’m Having Soul Pains | “Just breathe”

CW: Captivity, forced to perform, cursing, dissociation, panic, violence (implied/mentioned), Robin being mean

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Kell wasn’t good enough tonight. He knew it.

The thought was like a splinter in his mind. Twisting and turning. And the more he tried to get rid of it, the deeper it lodged.

He had screwed up. Or rather he was screwing up at that very moment.

Either way it was too late to change anything.

He had to keep going. He had to stand still and finish the song as if nothing was wrong. Even though everything in his mind told him to run and hide.

He could feel his voice shaking. He hoped no one would notice.

Oryn would notice. He always did.

His stomach twisted at the thought of it. Panic rolled over him like a wave. His voice shook again.

Kell tried to calm down. He couldn’t panic right now. Not here in front of a few hundred Varsennan, in front of Oryn, in front of everyone. He couldn’t panic. He concentrated on the words, concentrated on his voice.

Why was it so hard? It had never been this hard.

He couldn’t hold the note as long as he should have. There just wasn’t enough air in his lungs. Unwanted tears sprang to his eyes.

He had to suppress the impulse to look at Oryn. He knew what he would find there. Chances were he wouldn’t be able to get out the last few lines of the song as soon as his eyes found Oryn.

And then everything would just get so much worse.

Right now, it was just a bad performance. But if he didn’t finish his performance, Oryn would punish him for disobedience too.

He dug his fingers hard into his palms, but the shaking wouldn’t stop.

He shouldn’t think about it. Especially not right now.

But he couldn’t help. All he could think of was every possible thing Oryn would do as soon as he left the stage. The thoughts bubbled up like a fountain.

He didn’t want to end in the dark theatre. He didn’t want to die there. He didn’t want to die to entertain the people who had stolen everything from him.

If he didn’t pull himself together this was going to happen.

He had to calm down.

The shaking got worse. His fingers were numb and cold and covered in cold sweat.

Breathing was hard and his lungs burned.

Finally the last note of Kell’s song floated through the theatre like a weakly shot arrow.

He had never been more relieved to finish a song.

Not so long ago, singing had meant everything to him.

It felt like another life.

Now all he felt was fear.

Kell bowed mechanically, his legs trembling under the weight.

He felt Oryn’s eyes on his back, piercing him in place.

There was no way to run. No way to hide.

He could hardly hear anything as he went off the stage.

It was like stepping out of the sun. Suddenly everything was dark and quiet.

He slid past a group of dancers. He could barely see their faces. His heart hammered in his ears. Every step felt stiff and odd.

He could feel the eyes of the other performers on him, but every time he looked up, they were looking somewhere else.

Kell knew what they were thinking. He could feel their relief vibrating through the room. As long as Kell was the centre of Oryn’s anger, none of them had to fear too much.

He wished he could turn back time to put more effort into the song. But it was too late now.

Something brushed Kell’s arm and he jumped. It was just the cloth of Jinn’s dress. “Don’t worry”, he whispered, his hand winding around Kell’s arm. The only solid thing in the world. “He won’t punish you just because of one song.”

It was a blatant lie and they both knew it.

“Of course he won’t”, Robin said snidely, her eyes only briefly brushing over Jinn before she turned back to the mirrow to fumble with her earrings. “Why punish him when he can punish you?”

Kell could feel the heat on his face.

He had tried so hard. He had done his best.

It wasn’t enough.

It was never enough.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. He wished he could say something clever and confident, but words had never felt so far off.

Robin was right. He looked up to see Jinn’s worried glance.

“I am sorry”, he whispered.

He should have tried harder. If not for himself then at least for Jinn.

What if this was just the beginning? What if his singing would just get worse and worse and ... ?

Panic rose in his chest, and he tried hard to shove it back down. It almost hurt physically to stop that line of thoughts. Panic never helped anyway, and this was neither the time nor the place to think about any of it.

New tears formed in his eyes, too many to just blink them away. He felt so alone. His whole body ached from loneliness and fear and exhaustion.

Kell knew exactly when Oryn walked through the door. It was the same moment when the murmur died down.

His heart beat faster as soon as Oryn’s eyes met his. Oryn didn’t say anything. His glance was enough. His eyes were hard and unyielding and again Kell wanted to run. His stomach turned and he wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and fight back.

But he didn’t.

He took a deep breath, blinked the stupid tears away, shoved all his feeling somewhere deep down where they couldn’t do any harm.

He had to get this under control. He had to do better. Be better. He had to.

Oryn made a small gesture for him to come closer. It was enough to push Kell over the edge. The tears now flowed down his cheeks freely. He couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

Hesitantly he moved closer, his heart raced so fast he couldn't distinguish one beat from another and his knees struggling under his weight.

“What was that?”, Oryn asked as soon as Kell was close enough. His voice was dangerously soft.

Kell tried to get enough air in his lungs to answer.

A hand on his shoulder made him flinch. It was a comforting gesture. It felt like a threat. Oryn pulled him closer. Then he took his chin in his hand and lifted his face.

“Eyes up here when I’m talking to you.”

Kell didn’t dare to move. He was still struggling to get enough air into his lungs. It had been so much easier to bear Oryn’s anger when he hadn’t done anything wrong to justify it. But tonight he really had screwed up.

“Breathe”, Oryn said, his brows furrowed. “It’s not like it’s hard. Just ... breathe.”

For a moment Kell wondered if Oryn would have mercy with him. Maybe he had seen his struggle. Maybe he had realized how much pressure he had been under. But then Oryn continued and wiped away all his hopes. “And then you are going to tell me what the fuck you were thinking.”

Thank you for reading! @whumpzone @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @whump-cravings @tears-and-lilies @imagination1reality0 @suspicious-whumping-egg @i-can-even-burn-salad @siren-of-agony @villainsvictim (please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

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#whump writing #forced to perform #panic #whumpay2022 #just breathe #I'm having soul pains #multiple whumpees #slavery #cursing #dissociation #violence #long-term captivity #Robin is mean #yeyyy #there is still something Kell can lose #so let's take that too

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whumpy-writings · 3 years

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The Transaction

Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

CW: Vampires, slavery, long term captivity, blood, starvation, dehumanization, nudity (non-sexual), brief PTSD mention, anxiety, multiple whumpees, vampire whumper, angst, emotional whump, mutual caretaking

Aaron’s mind floated, his thoughts loose and scattered like clouds, a ship adrift on the ocean. He was reclined on a chair, blood from his right arm dripping into a bowl. It was more efficient to deliver blood already drained than to let every hungry vampire take a bite out of him. At least that’s what the guards said. They were in the town of Violette with the EFSP. The town had recently been raided by the Lucians so the EFSP had been called in to provide humans to feed the local population. The humans had been bled everyday for the past week, and Aaron could feel the tiredness seeping into his bones. He closed his eyes against the throbbing behind his eyes. At least the bleeding for today would be over soon. At least then they would give him something to eat.

One of the guards reached down to Aaron’s wrist, checking his pulse. “I think that’s enough for today, 017. You did great.”

“Thank you sir,” Aaron whispered as the vampire licked the wound closed. He hated the slight excitement he got from the praise. He was broken, they had accomplished that within his first six months in the EFSP. Now he had been with them for almost two years. All the hate, the energy he had at the beginning was gone, replaced by a bone crushing exhaustion. He just hoped that he would be able to hold his broken pieces together long enough, that there would be part of him left intact when Micah finally came to rescue him. Four more years. Only four more years.

The vampire held a cup to Aaron’s lips and he drank deeply, the water helping to dull his pounding headache. The vampire didn’t bother to ask Aaron if he could walk, swinging an arm under his legs and picking him up. Aaron huddled against his chest, shivering. The blood loss always made him so cold.

The vampire carried him down the hall to the small room he and Henri were staying in. Aaron was gently laid down on the rough straw mattress in the corner. Aaron was so so grateful that he was something to cushion his body against the hard wooden floor. He and Henri had a blanket too. An actual blanket! Yes, it was scratchy and smelled like a wet dog but it kept them warm. He and Henri hadn’t had one the whole first winter they spent in the EFSP. They had huddled together, tried to share their body heat. It was a wonder they hadn’t frozen to death.

Henri was already on the mattress, blanket pulled over his head. Aaron gave him a slight poke. Henri raised the blanket and Aaron slid underneath it, cuddling against Henri. Henri pulled the blanket back over them. Henri wrapped an arm around Aaron and Aaron wrapped his arms around Henri.

Neither of them had had the energy to talk much lately. Aaron could feel Henri’s ribs through his thin shirt. They were both so weak, half starved. There was never enough to eat. All the vampires did was take take take. Aaron buried his face against Henri’s shoulder. Gods. Today was one of the days when the small ember of hope he carried with him started to flicker. Tears burned at his eyes as he started to cry.

“I know,” Henri whispered. His lips were chapped and rough when he planted a soft kiss against Aaron’s forehead. Aaron closed his eyes. He was so grateful that he wasn’t alone. Henri’s warmth, his solidity was one of the few things that kept him from falling apart completely. Aaron laid in Henri’s arms as he cried himself to sleep.

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Henri woke shortly before dark. His arm was asleep from where Aaron was laying on it. He winced as he slowly eased it out from under his friend. A thin beam of light reached out from under the door, illuminating two bowls. Henri’s stomach growled as he got out of bed. The bowls were full of a thin broth. He picked them up and made his way back to the mattress, sitting down with crossed legs.

“Breakfast,” he said. Aaron groaned, his head covered by the blanket. “It’s still kinda warm.” Henri held out the bowl enticingly. Aaron pulled the blanket off his head, black hair tousled with sleep.

“I think your definition of “warm” needs some reworking,” Aaron said, taking the bowl from Henri and leaning back against the wall. Henri settled down next to him, their shoulders touching.

“Nah, you just need some imagination,” Henri said.

Aaron quirked a slight smile at him. Henri took a sip of his soup. Aaron was right. It wasn’t warm. But it filled his belly, helped to quiet the ache there. Henri ate quickly, not wasting a drop. He set the empty bowl down next to him, leaning his head back against the wall. The rooms was darkening as the sun set. The vampires would be coming soon. They would make him bleed until the world spun around him, then drop him back on the mattress where he would sleep. Then he would wake up, eat what little food they gave him, and the cycle would begin again. That was the rest of his life. There was a sort of sick comfort in that, knowing what to expect. Henri’s thoughts drifted to his brother. Henri hoped that he was still in the village, that he hadn’t been taken. Jacques was old enough to marry now. He had had a crush on their next door neighbor, Lucille, since he was seven. Henri hoped they would be able to marry, to have a peaceful life together. That they wouldn’t be taken. That Jacques would tell his children about their uncle. That he wouldn’t be forgotten.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Aaron said, wrapping an arm around Henri. Henri blinked. He hadn’t realized that he had been crying.

“I was just thinking about my brother. I-I hope he doesn’t forget about me,” Henri leaned against Aaron’s shoulder.

“I’m sure he won’t,” Aaron said softly. They sat like that for a while, each wrapped up in their own thoughts. Soon it was completely dark.

The door opened suddenly and Henri jumped.

“On your knees, now,” a vampire holding a candle said. He was one of the guards. Henri and Aaron rushed to comply, kneeling on the hard wooden floor, eyes downcast. Henri’s heart was beating too fast. This wasn’t normal. Another vampire joined the candle bearer inside the room.

“These are our two best behaved humans, your grace. 017 and 023,” the candle bearer said.

The lord crouched down in front of Henri, roughly grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at him. Henri’s skin crawled as the vampire examined him with dark brown eyes, his face unreadable above his strong jaw.

The vampire released Henri’s jaw then moved on to Aaron. There was a pit in Henri’s stomach.

“Strip. Both of you,” the lord said, standing. Henri froze. Aaron. He looked over at his friend. Aaron’s face had gone pale, and Henri could see the sweat on his brow.

“Now!” The lord said, slapping Aaron across the face, making Aaron yelp. Immediately both of them were stripping off his clothes so that they were kneeling in front of the vampire naked. Out of the corner of his eye Henri saw Aaron shaking. He wanted to go to him, to comfort him, but that would just get them both hurt.

The vampire paced around them, eyes traveling over their bodies. Henri was breathing too fast. He hadn’t been afraid in a long time, but now he was terrified.

“The price is 30,000, as agreed upon?” The lord said casually.

“Yes, your grace,” the guard said. “Whichever one you take will be entered as deceased in the records.”

“And there is no way that this will be traced back to me? I know those prudes in charge of the EFSP don’t want to share.”

“It will be completely under the table. Headquarters will be told that unfortunately a human succumbed to a bout of disease. They are incredibly fragile, you know. These things happen.”

“Excellent,” the lord said, turning back to the two humans shivering at his feet.

Henri locked eyes with Aaron. Aaron, who had hope for a better future, who had less than four years before he would be free. He couldn’t let him lose that.

“Take me,” Henri said quietly.

“What was that?” The lord asked with a hardness in his voice.

Aaron was looking at him, eyes wide. No, he mouthed. But Henri could see the fear in his eyes. If he was reported as dead, Micah would never find him. He’d never have an escape. Henri had accepted his own fate months ago. He knew that he would die a slave, that he had no escape from the pain. But his friend had a chance, and by the gods he wouldn’t take that from him.

“Take me,” he said louder, managing to contain the shake in his voice.

The lord crouched down before Henri and wrapped a hand across the back of his neck. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make it very clear who was in charge here. He leaned in so that his mouth was right next to Henri’s ear. Sweat dripped down Henri’s neck.

His cool breath sent shivers down Henri’s neck as he whispered in his ear.

“You sure about that? I can smell your fear. It’s delicious.” With that he ran his tongue along the top of Henri’s ear. Henri suppressed the urge to pull away.

“Yes-yes sir. Please take me,” Henri whispered.

Without warning, fangs sunk into his neck. Henri let out a scream before going silent, tears rolling down his cheeks. The lord drank greedily, his cool lips gradually warming against Henri’s skin. Just when Henri thought it would never end the lord closed the wounds and pulled back, blood dripping down his chin. Henri’s blood.

“Which one is this?”

“023, your grace.”

“I’ll take him,” the lord said, standing. Henri’s muscles gave out and he fell onto the rough wooden floor.

The lord snapped his fingers. “Don’t be so dramatic. Kneel.”

With effort, Henri got to his knees. He couldn’t stop shaking. Gods gods gods this was a mistake. But then he saw Aaron. His friend would have a chance at freedom. Henri would suffer a thousand times over to give him the opportunity to escape.

“You are to refer to me as Master, 023. You are to obey my every order without hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes s-Master,” Henri said, heart in his throat.

“Get dressed.”

Henri hastily pulled his shirt and pants back on as Aaron dressed next to him.

“Now come,” Master said, turning on his heel.

“Please Master, can-can I say goodbye?” Henri asked. He couldn’t just leave Aaron.

Master was already at the door, the guard who apparently was getting rich off of this behind him.

“I forgot a rule. You’re not allowed to ask for anything. You are not allowed to have wants. However, because I’m merciful, I’ll allow this one thing. You have a minute, 023. Thank me for my mercy. Not that an animal like you understands it.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Master,” Henri choked out. The vampires closed the door behind them.

“NoHenrigodsnoohgods,” Aaron said in a rush wrapping his arms around Henri. Henri hugged his friend as tight as he could.

“I don’t want to but this is way Micah will be able to find you. You’ll be free,” Henri said softly.

“How can I enjoy freedom when I know that you’re with him.” Aaron hissed out. “He’s terrifying.”

Henri buried his face against Aaron’s shoulder, inhaling his scent. Gods he was going to miss him.

“I’ll be okay,” Henri said. He was trying to convince himself as much as Aaron. “Just… remember me, please?” Henri’s voice broke, and he started sobbing. The two humans held each other as tightly as they could.

The door opened. “Times up, 023.”

Aaron gave Henri one final squeeze. “Good bye, Henri,” he whispered.

“Stay strong, Aaron,” Henri whispered back. Then he broke the embrace, getting to his feet and following his Master out the door. He didn’t look back.

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whumpers-inc · 3 years

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You asked for requests and I have a bunch of scenarios I would love to read something about. But if you don't like them feel free to just ignore me!

A library where you can not only borrow books but where you can borrow whumpees as well.

This is a very interesting concept. Let's take a look at some of the possible Whumpee genres...

Biographies. These are the Whumpee’s you carve your name into. Borrow them for a week and carve your bloody history into a lifelong scar. Fading welts and bruises tell temporary tales but the fiery scars will bear witness to a life changing encounter. Write their destiny with a bloody ink on scarred up skin then return them to be shelved as an autographed classic.

Classics. These are the Whumpee’s that never get old. The one you keep checking out because damn, they scream good. The Whumpee who knows your life story inside out after your fifth monologue. The Whumpee you can trace every scar on and go, I gave you that. Your first torture, you can’t believe they’re still here. Why don’t you borrow them again, just for old times sake?

Drama. These are the Whumpee’s with a flair for the dramatic. Screaming upon sight of the knife, fainting at the first cut, they’re guaranteed to provide entertainment. Feel like a bit of a fight? These are the Whumper’s choice for spitting defiance. And with everyone carefully edited to provide that perfect blend of fight and fear, a Dramatic will provide an evening or a week of non stop entertainment.

Fantasy. Tired of the same old split skin and broken bones? Introducing Fantasy Whumpees. Borrow a fantasy Whumpee and enjoy a whole new way of torture. Wings? Rip the feathers out. Horns? Carve them into grotesque ornaments. Multiple eyes? Blind ‘em. And once you’re done, simply return your Whumpee and check out another victim, no long term captivity required!

Horror. All the best horror stories start with a villain. Why not let that villain be you? These are the Whumpee’s where you can really let your sadistic shine. Vivisection? Borrow a Horror Whumpee and complete your first one. Amputation? Take your choice of Horror Whumpee home for the weekend and cut loose (pun intended).Coming complete with torture tips from the greatest horror villains themselves, these Whumpee’s are sure to have you screaming with delight.

Romance. Tired of being turned down by even escorts? Borrow a Whumpee for the evening! Sweep them off their feet with some poisoned sweets and hanging restraints (supplied) before making them scream as you spell your name on their side in bloodstained gashes. If you want to rekindle your love life, borrow a Romantic Whumpee today!

In the words of the esteemed agony aficionado W. Humper:

“So many Whumpees, so little time.”

So what are you waiting for? Head down to your local Whumpee library and start your torture journey today.

#malice musings #whump library #borrowed whumpees #types of whumpee #whump tropes #implied torture #whump writing #whump things #whump drabble

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luckgods · 3 years

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Why all the white guys in whump?

I got Inspired by a post asking that question, and here we are. Warning: long post ahead.

I think it’s due to a combination of factors, as things frequently are.

The preference for / prevalence of white male characters in fandom is well-known and has been examined pretty thoroughly by people already.

What’s worth noting for discussing this tendency in whump in particular is that the ‘whump fandom’ itself is not a ‘fandom’ in the traditional sense of being made of fans of one single source narrative (or source setting, like a particular comics fandom, or the Star Wars extended universe) with pre-existing characters. Although subsets of traditional fandoms certainly exist within the larger whump fandom, a lot of whump is based on original, ‘fan’-created characters.

So, given the tendency of ‘traditional’ fandoms to create stories disproportionately centered on white male characters due to the source material itself being centered on white male characters (and giving more narrative weight to them, characterizing them better, etc), if we say hypothetically that the whump fandom is split say 50/50 between ‘traditional’ fandom works and original whump works, you’d expect to see a higher number of works focused on white men than the demographics of the ‘traditional’ fandom’s source work would predict, but not as extreme of a divergence between the source material & the fanworks as the one you’d see if whump fandom were 100% based on popular media.

However, that doesn’t quite seem to be the case. Whump stories and art remain focused on overwhelmingly male and frequently white characters, which means that the tendency of the fandom to create stories disproportionately centered on white male characters cannot be ONLY explained by the source material itself being centered on white male characters (and giving more narrative weight to them, characterizing them better, etc).

And, having established the fact that whump writers & artists presumably have MORE control over the design of their characters than writers & artists in ‘traditional’ fandoms, we have to wonder why the proportions remain biased towards men, & white men in particular.

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The race thing is pretty simple in my opinion. Mostly, it’s just another extension of the fanbase’s tendency to reflect the (predominantly US-American, on tumblr) culture it exists in, which means that, in a white-centric culture, people make artworks featuring white people.

There’s also the issue of artists being hesitant to write works that dwell heavily on violence towards people of color due to the (US-American) history of people of color being violently mistreated. I’ve actually seen a couple of posts arguing that white people SHOULDN’T write whump of nonwhite characters (particularly Black characters) because of the history of actual violence against Black bodies being used as entertainment, which means that fictional violence against Black people, written by white people, for a (presumed) white audience, still feels exploitative and demeaning.

I'm not going to get into all my thoughts on this discussion here but suffice to say that there's probably an impact on the demographics of whump works from authors of color who simply... don't want to see violence against people of color, even non-explicitly-racialized violence, and then another impact from white authors who choose not to write non-white characters either due to the reasons stated above, or simply due to their personal discomfort with how to go about writing non-white characters in a genre that is heavily focused on interpersonal violence.

Interestingly enough, there’s also a decent proportion of Japanese manga & anime being used as source material for whump, and manga-styled original works being created. The particular relationship between US-American and Japanese pop culture could take up a whole essay just by itself so I’ll just say, there’s a long history of US-Japanese cultural exchange which means that this tendency is also not all that surprising.

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GENDER though. If someone had the time and the energy they could make a fucking CAREER out of examining gender in whump, gender dynamics in whump, and why there seems to be a fandom-wide preference for male whumpees that cannot be fully explained by the emphasis on male characters in the source text.

I have several different theories about factors which impact gender preference in whump, and anyone who has other theories (or disagrees with mine) is free to jump in and add on.

THEORY 1: AUTHOR GENDER AND PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.  Fandom in general is predominantly female, although these days it might be more accurate to say that fandom is predominantly composed of cis women and trans people of all genders. However, pretty much everyone who isn't a cis man has had to contend with the specter of gendered violence in their real personal life. Thus, if we posit whump (and fandom more generally) as a sort of escapist setup, it's not hard to see why whump authors & artists might willfully eschew writing female whumpees (especially in the case of inflicted whump), because (as in the discussion of people of color in whump above), even violence towards women that is explicitly non-gender-based may still hit too close to home for people whose lives have been saturated with the awareness of gender-based violence.

THEORY 2: SICK OF SEXY SUFFERING.  Something of an addendum to theory 1, it's worth noting that depictions of female suffering in popular media are extremely gendered (in that they specifically reflect real-life gender-based violence, and that said real-life violence is almost exclusively referenced in relation to female characters) and frequently sexualized as well. There's only so many times you can see female characters having their clothes Strategically Ripped while they're held captive, being sexually menaced (overtly or implicitly) to demonstrate How Evil the villain is, or just getting outright sexually assaulted for the Drama of it all before it gets exhausting, especially when the narratives typically either brush any consequences under the rug, or dwell on them in a way that feels more voyeuristic and gratuitous than realistic and meaningful. All this may result in authors who, given the chance to write their own depictions of suffering, may decide simply to remove the possibility of gendered violence by removing the female gender.

THEORY 3: AUTHOR ATTRACTION.  I'll admit that this one is more a matter of conjecture, as I haven't seen any good demographic breakdowns of attraction in general fandom or whump fandom. That said, my own experience talking to fellow whump fans does indicate that attraction to the characters (whether whumpers, or whumpees) is part of the draw of whump for some people. This one partially ties into theory 1 as well, in that people who are attracted to multiple genders may not derive the same enjoyment out of seeing a female character in a whumpy situation as they might seeing a male character in that situation, simply because of the experience of gendered violence in their lives.

THEORY 4: ACCEPTABLE TARGETS.  The female history of fandom means that there's been a lot more discussion of the impacts of depicting pain & suffering (especially female suffering) for personal amusement. Thus, in some ways, you could say that there is a mild taboo on putting female characters through suffering if you can't "justify" it as meaningful to the narrative, not just titillating, which whump fandom rarely tries or requires anyone to do. This fan-cultural 'rule' may impact whump writers' and artists' decisions in choosing the gender of their characters.

THEORY 5: AN ALTERNATIVE TO MAINSTREAM MASCULINITY.  Whump fandom may like whumping men because by and large, mainstream/pop culture doesn't let men be vulnerable, doesn't let them cry, doesn't let them have long-term health issues due to constantly getting beat up even when they really SHOULD, doesn't let them have mental health issues period. Female characters, as discussed in theory 2, get to ("get to") go through suffering and be affected by it (however poorly written those effects are), but typically, male characters' suffering is treated as a temporary problem, minimized, and sublimated into anger if at all possible. (For an example, see: every scene in a movie where something terrible happens and the male lead character screams instead of crying). So, as nature abhors a vacuum, whump fandom "over-produces" whump of men so as to fill in that gap in content.

THEORY 6: AMPLIFIED BIAS.  While it's true that whump fandom doesn't have a source text, it's also true that whump fans frequently find their way into the fandom via other 'traditional' fandoms, and continue participating in 'traditional' fandoms as part of their whump fandom activity. Bias begets bias; fandom as a whole has a massive problem with focusing on white male characters, and fans who are used to the bias towards certain types of characters in derivative works absolutely reproduce that bias in their own original whump works.

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I honestly think that there is greater bias in the whump fandom than anyone would like to admit. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems as though whump fans avoid introspection and discussion of the issue by bringing up the points I talked about in my previous theories, particularly discomfort with depictions of female suffering for amusement.

However, I think that, as artists, we owe it to ourselves and one another to engage in at least a small amount of self-interrogation over our preferences, and see what unconscious or unacknowledged biases we possess. It's a little absurd to argue that depictions of women as whumpees are universally too distressing to even discuss when a male character in the exact same position would be fine and even gratifying to the person making that argument; while obviously, people have a right to their own boundaries, those boundaries should not be used to shut down discussion of any topics, even sensitive ones.

Furthermore, engaging in personal reflection allows artists to make more deliberate (and meaningful) art. For people whose goal is simply to have fun, that may not seem all that appealing, but having greater understanding of one's own preferences can be very helpful towards deciding what works to create, what to focus on when creating, and what works to seek out.

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GENDER ADDENDUM: NONBINARY CHARACTERS, NONBINARY AUTHORS.  Of course, this whole discussion so far has been exclusively based on a male-female binary, which is reductive. (I will note, though, that many binary people do effectively sort all nonbinary people they know of into 'female-aligned' and 'male-aligned' categories and then proceed to treat the nonbinary people and characters they have categorized a 'female-aligned' the same way as they treat people & characters who are actually female, and ditto for 'male-aligned'. That tendency is very frustrating for me, as a nonbinary person whose gender has NOTHING to do with any part of the binary, and reveals that even 'progressive' fandom culture has quite a ways to go in its understanding of gender.)

Anyways, nonbinary characters in whump are still VERY rare and typically written by nonbinary authors. (I have no clue whether nonbinary whump fans have, as a demographic group, different gender preferences than binary fans, but I'd be interested in seeing that data.)

As noted above with female characters, it's similarly difficult to have a discussion about representation and treatment of nonbinary characters in whump fandom, and frankly in fandom in general. Frequently, people regard attempts to open discussions on difficult topics as a call for conflict. This defensive stance once again reveals the distaste for requests of meaningful self-examination that is so frequent in fandom spaces, and online more generally.

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TL;DR: Whump is not immune to the same gender & racial biases that are prevalent in fandom and (US-American) culture. If you enjoy whump: ask yourself why you dislike the things you dislike— the answer may surprise you. If you create whump: ask yourself whose stories you tell, and what stories you refuse to tell— then ask yourself why.

#eposting #whumpinions #whump #whumpblr #whump community #essay #i wrote this so yall all have to read it lol #but seriously the next person who implies that a nonbinary person is just 'woman-lite' or 'man-lite' is going to Die By My Fucking Sword #mine

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whump-me-all-night-long · 3 years

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The Jewelry Box: Amber’s Beginning pt. 3

Okay, so it is going to be at least four parts because Sapphire doesn’t know how to shut up. I’m also working on several other pieces, but I’m trying to get these first parts out before posting any of those!

Taglist: @newbornwhumperfly @unicornscotty @itsleighlove @whump-scribbles @getyourwhumphere @skunkandgrenade @penny-for-your-whump @lektric-whump @just-a-whump-lover @thelazywitchphotographer @restrainthenmaime @angstyachesplus @lilbitwhumpy @leaderofthebeanarmy @aquard-skaii @whumprincess @thatgaysnail @bluewhalewaffles @finaldreams1106 @reveriedeludesme let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: intimate whumper, creepy whumper, collared, multiple whumpees, lady whump/whumpees, referenced death, referenced brainwashing, long-term captivity, dehumanization, slight victim blaming, panic attack, referenced branding, cursing because Amber and Sapphire, let me know if I missed anything!

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Jess banged lightly on the glass wall-door thing. “Hey!” they called. “You asshole! Come back!”

They groaned softly, resting their head against the glass as the world spun around them. They did their best to quell the panic threatening to overwhelm them. They didn’t know when the Jeweler would be back or who any of these other people were.

“Didn’t take the pill?” A low, kind voice asked.

Jess glanced up in surprise. “What?” they said, not registering the question or who spoke.

The large dark kind man in one of the cells diagonal from them smiled. “When he offered you the pill earlier, you didn’t take it, did you?” he repeated, sympathetic.

Jess made a noise of disgust. “Hell no,” they snapped. “Who knows what that was. I’m not taking a shady ass pill from a guy who, who fucking abducted me!”

In the cell next to theirs, the angry blue one from earlier laughed. “So we finally got someone with a brain, huh?” he said, voice dripping sarcasm. “Well, not smart enough to avoid getting kidnapped.”

Jess craned their head and met the guy’s steely gaze. “Says you,” they bit back. “How long have you been here?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Seven years. How long do you think you’re going to last? I doubt you’ll even get to see your one year anniversary.” He sneered. “A pretty thing like you will get sold in no time. That’s if the Jeweler doesn’t kill you first.”

“Sapphire,” the kind one warned.

Jess had met Sapphire’s type before and expected him to ignore the other one, but to their surprise, he backed off. “Fine,” he muttered, taking a couple steps back, out of Jess’ sight.

The purple haired woman in the cell across from Jess’ sighed dramatically. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re still crying over your little friend,” she mocked in a surprisingly high voice.

Jess jumped as Sapphire surged forward and banged on the glass so hard it rattled. “Shut the fuck up!” he snarled. “I will fucking kill you if you even mention him again!” Jess felt a cold sliver of fear curl up in their stomach at the pure murder in Sapphire’s tone.

The woman was about to snap back when the red head a couple cells down from Jess pleaded in a sweet, low voice, “Guys, come on. Can we please not do this again?”

The green-eyed and -haired one smiled appreciatively at her. “Ruby’s right. It’s hard enough without you two at each other’s throats. Plus we have someone new.” He looked back at Jess. “What’s your name?”

Jess scowled. “Like I told crazy before, it’s-”

“No,” Sapphire quickly cut them off. “Not your real name. What’s the name the Jeweler gave you?”

Jess glared at him. “I don’t- uh, Amber, I think. But my name is-”

“-irrelevant,” Sapphire interjected once again. “That name isn’t going to help you here. You have to learn to play the game, you understand? Forget your old name, bury your memories so far down the Jeweler can’t find them. Those just, they just make it harder.”

Jess huffed out a breath. “Well, I don’t exactly plan on staying here for very long.”

Sapphire laughed coldly. “None of us do.” He pointed at each of the other Jewels. “Ruby and Amethyst have been here for four years, Emerald’s been here for eight, and I’ve been here for seven. You think any of us just woke up one day and decided ‘hey, let’s get abducted by some rando and completely lose our old life?’ No, we didn’t.”

Jess glanced at the one he hadn’t mentioned, the pale one who had smiled earlier. “What about them?” they asked with a point of their chin.

Sapphire didn’t blink. “Diamond’s been here longer than any of us, nearly eleven years. But they’re different.” Sapphire’s scowl caused Jess to swallow hard. “They like it.” Enough contempt filled their voice that Jess didn’t pry further.

They glanced around at the others. “And none of you have, what? Ever tried to escape? Come on, you can’t just be okay with this.”

“Of course we aren’t,” the dark one, Emerald, said. “But we’ve all been here long enough to know that it’s better to fight silently than constantly try to go head to head with the Jeweler.” He tilted his head, amending, “Well, except for Sapphire, but the Jeweler likes for him to fight back.”

Jess shivered, feeling panic creeping in. “No, this is- this is crazy. This cannot possibly be happening right now. You all- you’re insane. You’ve been brainwashed into- into believing this shitfest.”

Sapphire snorted. “Of course we have. You don’t go years in captivity without a little brainwashing.” He smirked, eyeing Jess. “Don’t worry, it’ll happen to you, soon enough. Then this gets a hell of a lot easier.”

“Sapphire,” Emerald said, a warning in his voice.

Sapphire glanced at him. “What? It’s not like they won’t know soon. The Jeweler will be back for them any minute.”

Jess tried to remember how to breathe. “Wait, what’s about to happen? What the hell is going on?”

Sapphire turned his gaze back to Jess. “Just this,” he said, ignoring Emerald’s sigh and flashing the inside of his wrist towards Jess.

Jess leaned forwards, horror filling them. “Oh my god,” they breathed. “What is that?”

The skin on the inside of Sapphire’s wrist was red and scarred. It was in the shape of a gemstone, with the letters JB inside of it. It looked years old and yet still very painful. Jess rubbed the inside of their wrist and, as they glanced around at the others, they saw similar - no, identical - wounds marking them all.

“They’re brands,” the purple one, Amethyst said, voice flat. “It’s how the Jeweler marks us as his property. As property of the Jewelry Box.”

“God,” Jess mumbled, backing up. They stumbled into the edge of the bed and nearly fell over it. “This- this can’t be happening. Oh god what did I have last night? This, this has got to be the craziest dream, or, or trip that I’ve ever had.” Their breaths sped up and they clutched their stomach, feeling nauseous.

Sapphire snorted from beyond their sight. “Good luck, kid.”

“Sapphire,” Emerald said reproachfully. “You shouldn’t have told them. I know you’re still grieving, trust me, we all are, but you know it doesn’t help for them to know ahead of time.”

“You know nothing about how I’m feeling!” Sapphire snapped back, voice distorted, as if it was coming from a long ways away.

Jess moved away from the glass until their back hit the cold wall. Then, they slowly slid down, hands clutching their head. “This can’t be happening,” they whispered, squeezing their eyes shut. “This-this isn’t real.”

It was as if there was some heavy weight on their chest, making it impossible for them to fill their lungs. Their fingers pulled at their hair until tears of pain welled up in their eyes. They bit down on their lip, trying to stay silent as their face quickly became wet. They gasped for air, fingers tightening on their scalp as they rocked slightly.

They knew they were going to get in trouble one day, Jules had always told them that. Everyone had always told them that. But they hadn’t expected it to get this fucked up. They hadn’t expected to end up in the clutches of a psychotic murderer. This was the sort of stuff people made horror movies about, not stuff that happened in real life.

Jess didn’t know how long they stayed like that, taking one short, shallow breath after another, feeling their head spinning as they tried to make themself as small as possible, but they were suddenly aware of the silence that had fallen over the room. Where Sapphire, Emerald, and Amethyst had been arguing, now there was only the faint blowing of the air conditioning.

“Amber,” a too-gentle, too-familiar voice called softly, causing them to look up.

They saw the Jeweler standing in front of their cell, key in hand. He smiled when their eyes met.

“It’s time for the rest of your initiation, dear,” he said, unlocking the glass door and sliding it open. Jess rose shakily to their feet, roughly scrubbing at their cheeks and scowling, all too conscious of the others staring at them. They shuffled their feet, not going any closer to the Jeweler.

“No,” they said in a low, hoarse voice.

The Jeweler’s smile widened. “What was that?”

“No,” Jess repeated, voice stronger. “I- I’m not going with you.”

The Jeweler tilted his head slightly. “And why is that?”

Jess shifted on their feet. “I- I know what you’re going to do to me. And I don’t want to, to be branded like some sort of animal!” They glared at the Jeweler, who just sighed and turned his gaze towards Sapphire.

“Really?” he asked. “You know telling them beforehand always makes it worse.”

Sapphire replied in a deadpan voice, “Oops.”

The Jeweler turned his attention back to Jess, smiling again. “Now, my dear, you’re going to be coming out of that cell sooner or later. I’d much rather make this as pleasant as possible for the both of us, but I’m not afraid to make this uncomfortable for you.”

Jess just scowled. “Make me,” they bit back.

The Jeweler shrugged, fiddling with something in his hand. Then, all of a sudden, there was lightning bolting down Jess’ spine, fracturing along every nerve. It felt as if they were on fire, every inch lighting up with pain.

Then it was all over, and they were panting, palms stinging slightly from where they had fallen to their hands and knees on the ground, and the Jeweler was standing over them, that smile still on his face.

“You bastard,” Jess growled, still breathless, unable to fight back as the Jeweler attached a pair of cuffs to Jess’ wrists and ankles. “Is- is this some sort of shock collar?” Their voice was incredulous as they couldn’t believe it.

The Jeweler just patted their head, pulling them to their feet and steering them out of the cell. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had just cooperated in the first place,” he said cheerfully.

Jess shrunk down, head pounding and legs shaking underneath their weight, as they glanced at the others, but nobody seemed particularly surprised or inclined to step in. Emerald gave them an encouraging smile, but Sapphire shrugged like ‘I told you so.’

“Now, then,” the Jeweler said, pushing them onward. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

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suffer in silence - a whump excerpt

[ note; hey loves, forgive tumblr's weirdass formatting in this post. This is not meant to give any context to my current series honestly, so things might be confusing to read. This is just a whumpy drabble i wanted to share so take it as you will. I noticed this in my drafts but never got to posting it so here y'all go :) ] CW: bruised rib, hypervigilance, non-human whumpee, vague mention of sleep deprivation & manipulation, reference to topics like long-term captivity and heavy beatings, disownment by family, manipulation and the whump of a minor. Sihyeon slumped into a corner, one that allowed her the view of the entirety of the lit-up, busy, yet ruined city's skyscrapers. She took a moment to catch her breath, the exhaustion from a mere fistfight with the Director's men dawning on her too. She hissed, one hand gripping her side, a sharp sting shooting up her spine. Ever since she'd been shot with whatever sort of prototype bullet the new shadow organization had developed, not only had she lost a fucking eye, she'd lost more than a quarter of the raw strength she had built up from years and years of slogging in the facility mines, the kitchen, and the harsh training Sihyeon had had to go through in order to even be eligible to sign the Latent contract. Civilians, government officials, medics, faces she'd seen and those she hadn't, all passed by her huddled, yet stiff figure at the end of the huge-ass room. Sihyeon wasn't sure if she wasn't being approached because she was armed to the teeth, fingers tight on the hilt of the sword beside her, or if because the bruise on her attractive face was now blossoming into one really ugly black eye, or if it was just because her appearance as the Director's assassin was so disheveled and intimidating that people understood that Sihyeon did not want to be talked to. At all. But she could take it. Had to bear it. Sihyeon had to endure, endure, and endure until it was her turn to break under the Director's command. She'd broken bones before, ribs in specific. The then 17-year-old had survived multiple pummelings in the facility she'd been held more than a decade ago. Sihyeon had not forgotten. Her mind wasn't able to. The girl hadn't been able to see out of one eye for days because it had swollen shut on her, hadn't been able to walk for weeks because the agony from a metal rod slamming into her bony legs had been too much to take in- Even something as soft as oncoming footsteps had Sihyeon immediately staggering onto her feet, ready to strike, despite the discomfort and throbbing that radiated throughout her body. She locked her eyes with Asami, the Director's boot-licker, she thought. A slight smirk was spread across her face, eyes quite content at Sihyeon's very visible misery. Asami observed her stature. She seemed to notice the dark circles under Sihyeon's eyes. Clicking her tongue, the insufferable bitch held up a small bag in front of her. "Stand upright, girl. I don't like people who slouch. " Asami cooed. Sihyeon merely stared. She didn't have the energy to retort back, not when the meeting of the two itself had attracted the attention of passerby's. "The Director sent these for you. She wants you to stay on guard tonight." Asami tossed the bag to her feet. "It's got pills which can keep you awake. Modafinil, they call it." Sihyeon narrowed her eyes. Yet picked it up, and bit down on the pain. Her breathing was growing labored, owing to her abrupt movement and whatever had happened to a rib when one a cocky guard had slammed his foot into her gut when she'd probably growled at him. Of course, what ensued later knocked out more men than the Director would have liked. Sihyeon's muscles remained tense. She just couldn't relax. And now she'd have to keep an eye out for anyone even breathing an inch close to her because staying guard apparently meant Sihyeon fucking getting jumped by sadists for the third time in a day. She leaned against the wall this time, Asami still unwilling to budge. Still smiling. Gods, Sihyeon would kill to have the opportunity to

slit Asami's throat - since when did she

start calling out

to the Gods? "No snark reply this time? There's so much we can discuss." The woman chuckled. But Sihyeon didn't care. She was tired. So very exhausted. "Is the one-woman-army of the International Imperial Demon Army losing that spark?" she now snickered. If Asami wasn't going to leave her alone, then she was going to move. Sihyeon wasn't quite listening when she decided to walk right past the woman who was literally barking for her attention now. She slid the bag she'd received across her shoulders, although Asami was screaming something along the lines of "You're not the Military Board's whore anymore!". Sihyeon didn't bother with the onlookers who had heard, their hushed voices and distrustful gazes watching her every single move. Her legs ached, her entire body felt sore, breathing was getting harder, a nasty headache was developing, and the pulsating black eye now disturbed her more than anything. Sihyeon kept walking, stalking and stumbling in the dark, making sure she avoided absolutely any form of human interaction. The halls were busy with mothers and civilians who'd volunteered to help arriving pairs of parents and children, all other refugee camps overflowing daily. Sihyeon swore she was about to collapse and her vision had started to blur significantly, but she dared not give any of the Director's staff the satisfaction of their treatment wearing her down gradually. "That's one hell of a bruise you've got there. Wanna have it checked out?" A man's voice called out to her. Sihyeon turned, facing a middle-aged man and a teenage girl beside him, greeting her with an awkward smile. "Hey, honey. We're helping out the injured. Need a hand? You're walking weirdly and look pale." She plastered a weak smile. Sihyeon waved them off, but the man didn't stop her as she continued. She thanked uncaring heavens, that he was able to see past her empty eyes, begging them to leave her alone. Sihyeon scowled at the sight of a few pitiful glances being cast her way. The International Imperial Demon Army's second Major General being reduced to nothing but a pawn wrapped around the Director's finger. A guinea pig doing all her dirty work. If it wasn't fucking laughable, then what was it? Sihyeon roughly dug into the bag she'd been given, almost tearing apart the fabric. Some food wrapped in a thin foil, generous servings of tiny water bottles, a salve and a few bandages, and of course, the promised medication. A batch of painkillers and a few other pills she failed to recognize. Sihyeon had reached the end of the hall. She couldn't remember how long she'd walked for. But this building was huge and suffocating at the same time. Hell, she couldn't even tell what time it was. Her lean figure skipped down the stairs, hands gripping the railing for support. Sihyeon wanted to run, run as far as her legs could carry her, break down one of the glass doors, and run until the building was nothing but a lonesome outline among the other rusty skyscrapers. But she'd probably fall flat on her face even if she did something as minor as increasing her pace. She had to stand guard tonight, too. Instead of the crowded frontlines, she'd choose one of the abandoned floors. Sihyeon couldn't care less about the Director's orders to present herself at the gates of the camp. The third floor had always been empty, save for the occasional hustles of the janitors or staff. It was the sole place that allowed her to think, to breathe, to exist. She'd never understood why it was never occupied, but she was grateful for it. Sihyeon threw the bag near the window where she could easily monitor the gates of the refugee camp. She let herself fall with a thump, a soft moan exiting her lips. She used to love cities. You could get lost in them, and still, feel like you had no space at all. Sihyeon missed her bed. She missed the warmth in her room, where she could spend hours and hours gazing into the distance of a busy city that once was. She missed the fact that there was scope in being vulnerable. Because that room had been the only place

where she'd been able to conquer her lowest moments, and for all Sihyeon knew the Seijuro household could have been reduced to nothing but dust. The Director kept her on a tight leash, withholding any sort of information that hinted at the survival of the Chief, Yuuichiro Seijuro, and the rest of the family that took her in, the other rebelling members of the IIDA, or even the youngsters. The only thing that Sihyeon could have was faith. Something she was losing with every waking moment. Sihyeon didn't feel like she was breathing straight. She could only manage shallow raspy pants as her whole body desperately cried out for long hours of uninterrupted rest and sleep. Hot, angry, tears filled with suppressed rage stained her cheeks. Her mind drifted off to when the papers had been signed and the deed had been done, when her family by birth had cut her off completely simply because she was not human. What was it to be human, exactly? It was a question Sihyeon had pondered upon throughout her time in the facilities, or whenever she was reminded she was a slave to the government all those years ago, and now, too, when she was a slave to the head of the very organization she'd fought for and with side by side during the previous war. Sihyeon's trembling hands reached for the bag. She snatched a bottle of pills, opening the lid and mindlessly popping a few into her mouth. She was alone. She was alone in this, and nobody was coming for her. Sihyeon half hoped that the Chief, and everyone else who'd ever known who she was before this undivided ordeal, would never get a chance to see her this unguarded and disoriented. Because the only person who'd seen Sihyeon let her guard down was Akira, and now that woman, her best friend, was her enemy. Pangs of pain rippled through her body every time she so as slightly shifted, the agony finding new ways to course along her veins. There was no God that wasn't basking in her torment. It was war after war after war in which she was cursed to lose herself. So the demon let her heavy eyelids droop. Let her consciousness slip to places she'd never been before, open skies where unspoken words and feelings were nothing but wandering clouds, worlds where her existence held no relevance at all.

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Mini Masterlist

Masterlists Masterlist

No synopsis, only links, and CW.

Masterlist of Things That Have No Masterlist

🟢 Ongoing 🟠 Paused ⚪ Occasional

Not Series

One-shots

Whumptober 2021

Crossovers

Same Universe

IdeaTM: You send a word/trope/something and I write a short story about it. Open any time.

Angst or Comfort Game: You send me a sentence/prompt and wait to see if you got angst or comfort. Open any time.

Patreon Weekly Web Series

🟢No God In Town [Tuesday]

🟢Witches Are Meant To Burn [Saturday]

Pet Whump - Institutionalized/BBU

🟢A Brand New Life (deaf whumpee, caretaker new master, reformed criminal caretaker)

🟠Found (caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee)

🟠Full House (caretaker new master, multiple whumpees)

⚪ Puppy (conditioned whumpee)

🟠Safety (caretaker new master, multiple whumpees)

🟠Unlearning (caretaker new master)

Pet/Captive Whump - NOT Institutionalized

🟠Alex and Neo (caretaker new master, everyone can be a whumpee here, mafia stuff)

🟠No Dignity (whumper turned caretaker)

🟠Burning to Ashes (female whumper, multiple Whumpees, long-term captivity, occasional lady whumpee)

🟠Candy the Doll (gaslighting, intimate whumper, non-con body modifications)

🟠Gavin (hurt/no comfort, captive, female whumper, male whumpee, creepy intimate whumper)

🟠Mathia (past long-term captivity, trauma)

🟠Mute (conditioned whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

🟠Scarly (whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, creepy Whumper, cruel whumper, gore)

Heroes and Villains

🟠A Mean to Be Good (asking to be hurt, low self-esteem)

🟠Friend or Foe (minor sidekick whumpees, lady whumpee, male whumpee, villain whumper, hero whumper)

🟠Ice and Fire (hero whumpee, powers)

🟠Sidekick (hero whumper, villain whumper at first, villain caretaker, sidekick whumpee)

🟠The World is Rotten Anyway (hero turned villain, villain whumpee)

🟠Villain’s Child (not whump focused, cute)

Medieval/Royal Whump

🟠Emmett and Arnia (royal whump, reluctant whumper)

🟠For the Country and For the People (royal whump, war)

🟠Greek’s Gift (slave whump, caretaker new master)

🟠Kingdom’s Sword (War, human weapon)

🟠Plaything (medieval whump, caretaker new master, past noncon)

🟠Prisoner of War (NSFW, royal whumper, noncon, captive whumpee, 18+ only)

Fantasy Whump - Vampires

🟠Bloodbag!Neo AU (vampire caretaker, blood bag whumpee, caretaker new master, everyone here is a whumpee and somehow the whumpee is the more stable one)

🟠Corey, the gift (half-vampire whumpee)

🟠Eternity (non-human caretaker, vampire whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

🟢Immortal Toy (vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, vampire caretaker, children carataker, carataker new whumper)

🟠Not Again (vampire whumpee, vampire caretaker)

🟠Pretty Prey (female whumper, male whumpee, intimate whumper, blood bag whumpee)

🟠Sweet Blood (Caretaker new whumper, vampire caretaker, blood bag whumpee)

Fantasy Whump - Others

🟠Catnip (tiny whumpee, happy end)

🟠Creature (accidental whump, nonhuman whumper)

⚪Dragon’s Hoard (dragon whumper, multiple whumpees, possessive whumper)

🟠Kill the Dragon (knight whumpee, multiple whumpers, dragon whumper, princess whumper)

🟠New Potion (witch whumper, cruel whumper, multiple whumpees, self-sacrifice, death mention)

🟠On The Ground (tiny whumpee, disabled whumpee [wingless fairy], caretaker new whumper, whumpee new whumper (?))

🟠Still Here (ghost whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

🟠The Witch’s Lair (non-human whumpee, past abuse, caretaker new whumper)

🟠Untouchable (fantasy racism references, demon whumpee, caretaker new master, touch starved whumpee, touch repulsed caretaker)

Others

🟠Decision (not whump, I just really like their dynamic)

🟠Erased Past (team whump, hidden trauma/scars)

🟠Evie (mafia stuff, domestic abuse (first part), aftermath of domestic abuse, lady whumpee, minor whumpee (first part), Evie and Alex are more trained to be weapons than raised to be people.)

🟠No More Human (lab whump, really weird whumpee)

🟠Office Relationship (female whumper, male whumpee, office setting whump)

🟠Whumpee new Whumper

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Requests ✅

Commissions ✅

The last series updated: Evie/Alex and Neo (05/02/23)

Mini Masterlist (No synopsis, only links, and CW.)

Masterlist of Things That Have No Masterlist (It's Worth It)

Masterlists undercut (I love lists so they are updated quite regularly)

🟢 Ongoing

🟠 Paused

⚪ Occasional

🔵 Finished

Not Series

One-shots

Whumptober 2021

Crossovers

Same Universe

IdeaTM: You send a word/trope/something and I write a short story about it. Open any time.

Angst or Comfort Game: You send me a sentence/prompt and wait to see if you got angst or comfort. Open any time.

Patreon Weekly Web Series

🟢No God In Town [Tuesday]

A dense supernatural being, who hates to be called god, lives in a mountain near a small town. They are sure they are fooling everyone into thinking that they are a human.

🟢Witches Are Meant To Burn [Saturday]

There is an old saying, witches are meant to burn. Everyone knows it very well, so it’s impossible not to know (it’s a common saying). So, what is the reason no one knows what a witch is and the reason they are meant to burn? Ernestine will do what she can to answer these questions while unraveling the story of the Fog Age, a period of time no one knows anything about.

Pet Whump - Institutionalized/BBU

🟢A Brand New Life (deaf whumpee, caretaker new master, reformed criminal caretaker)

A former criminal decided to start a new life while helping another person, that's how they take a pet in and decided to make them both lead a good new life.

🟠Found (caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee)

Jonah was abandoned by the side of a road to die. After begging a woman who stopped there, she reluctantly took him home. After regretting it, she gifts him to her friend, Celine.

🟢Full House (caretaker new master, multiple whumpees)

Eri tried his best to avoid the rotten Pet Culture that grossed him to no end. However, one day after a sudden inheritance he signs some documents without reading them and becomes the newest Proud Owner of Six Pets!

⚪Puppy (conditioned whumpee)

Puppy is a cute pet that just wants to please its Mistress, no bad thoughts, only —brainwashed— love.

🟠Safety (multiple whumpees, caretaker new master, ex-pet whumpee turned caretaker)

Ethan was a pet for a great part of his life, now he will help every "pet" that he can so they won't suffer the same way he did.

This series shows whumpees in different levels of recovery.

🟠Unlearning (caretaker new master)

Trainer had always cruel ways to train Don, Master, on the other hand, is always patient in each lesson.

Pet/Captive Whump - NOT Institutionalized

🟢Alex and Neo (caretaker new master, everyone can be a whumpee here, mafia stuff)

Alex, the second-in-command of a big criminal organization, killed Neo’s old master and is now taking care of this young whumpee (20). The problem? Alex never took care of anyone in his life and Neo is completely terrified of his new assassin master.

The same characters in "Evie"

🟠Burning to Ashes (female whumper, multiple whumpees, long-term captivity, occasional lady whumpee)

Ash is the new captive of Nanda's hoard and has to learn the rules like everyone else did.

🟠Candy the Doll (gaslighting, intimate whumper, non-con body modifications)

Candy woke up in a strange place, their appearance changed completely and Whumper said they are, in truth, a doll? Candy can’t trust their own mind. Whumper must be right.

🟠Gavin (hurt/no comfort, captive, female whumper, male whumpee, creepy intimate whumper)

Gavin was unlucky enough to draw Daisy's attention, and now she will make sure to crave her name in his mind and body.

🟠Mathia (past long-term captivity, trauma)

After 8 years of being neglected by his captor, Mathia is rescued and now is afraid to let Pam, the officer who rescued him, go.

🟠Mute (conditioned whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

Whumper forced Yoshi to use a blindfold all his time captive, and also forbade him to speak. Now with Rue, Yoshi refuses to see and talk.

🟠No Dignity (whumper turned caretaker)

Harrison was ready to break the man he just kidnapped, he just wasn't ready for the fact that Julian was already too broken, and much less for how much it would affect him.

🟠Scarly (whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, creepy Whumper, cruel whumper, gore)

After years under torture, Scarly goes insane and turns the tables, now whumper whumpee will taste his creation.

I must say this one is pretty violent.

Heroes and Villains

🟠A Mean to Be Good (asking to be hurt, low self-esteem, villain caretaker, hero whumpee)

During a fight a few weeks ago, Villain mockingly said Hero that they were only good at getting beaten up. Now Hero is offering themselves up; desperate to be good.

🟠Friend or Foe (minor sidekick whumpees, lady whumpee, male whumpee, villain whumper, hero whumper)

Ghost and Cedar are the sidekicks of Villain and Hero respectively, both of them envy how the other doesn’t need to live under the fear of being punished for every single mistake.

🟢Ice and Fire

After a tough fight, a hero asked their team to press a mysterious panic button, which called... Villain to the rescue.

🟠Sidekick (hero whumper, villain whumper at first, villain caretaker, sidekick whumpee)

Zen, a sidekick, was abandoned by Hero and their team, left behind as bait with false promises of “We will be back”. After Rose, a villain, started the torture, Zen realized that it was lighter than the “lessons” the team always gave him.

🟠The World is Rotten Anyway (hero turned villain, villain whumpee)

Icaro is a hero who, after getting sick of the corruption of the “Good Side”, was recruited by the strongest villain, Queen.

🟠Villain's Child (not whump-focused, cute)

While invading Villain's base, the heroes find out that he has a lovely daughter.

Medieval/Royal Whump

🟠Emmett and Arnia (royal whump, reluctant whumper)

Prince Emmett was walking through his garden when was kidnapped by Arnia, a dangerous sorcerer that escaped from the dungeons. What will them find out together?

🟢For the Country and For the People (royal whump, war)

Princess has to look calm in front of her subjects and Prince has to endure the torture bestowed by the enemy, for each other and for the kingdom.

🟠Greek’s Gift (slave whump, caretaker new master)

As a prank, some people gift a slave to an abolitionist new wed couple.

🟠Kingdom’s Sword (war, human weapon)

When the war ended, Commander Harriet was ready to kill Kingdom’s Sword, the more bloodthirsty enemy soldier, who even in face of death did not flinch, nor did he beg to be allowed to live, in truth, he didn’t do anything unless he was explicitly ordered to.

🟠Plaything (medieval whump, caretaker new master, past noncon)

For years, Kaio was Whumper’s plaything, but now he has a new Mistress, who says that she doesn’t want his body. "What does she want of me then?"

🟠Prisoner of War (NSFW, royal whumper, noncon, captive whumpee, 18+ only)

Fantasy Whump - Vampires

🟠Bloodbag!Neo AU (vampire caretaker, blood bag whumpee, caretaker new master, everyone here is a whumpee and somehow the whumpee is the more stable one)

Alex, a vampire unable to drink human blood, rescues Neo, a human pet, and tries to keep him alive.

Everyone here is learning how to survive and how to get over their traumas.

🟠Corey, the gift (half-vampire whumpee)

@neuro-whump gave me this cute little half-vampire.

An immature vampire makes a mistake and turns Corey into an unheard-of, half-vampire.

🟠Eternity (non-human caretaker, vampire whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

After centuries of torture, Whumpee doesn’t believe he can ever be free again, not even when a mysterious woman break his chains and give him her blood.

🟢Immortal Toy (vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, vampire caretaker, children carataker, carataker new whumper)

Rony was turned into a vampire just so he could be a more useful toy, one that won’t die doesn’t matter how bad the torture gets, the only light in his new afterlife is Whumper’s children, who are nothing but kind to him.

🟠Not Again (vampire whumpee, vampire caretaker)

Olive hunted in the territory of a –stronger– vampire, who declared that, as payment, they now belongs to them.

🟠Pretty Prey (female whumper, male whumpee, intimate whumper, blood bag whumpee)

A vampire found a pretty prey with sweet blood and decided to take him home.

🟠Sweet Blood (caretaker new whumper, vampire caretaker, blood bag whumpee)

A vampire attacks a human who —instead of running away— offers himself up.

Fantasy Whump - Others

🔵 Catnip (tiny whumpee, happy end)

Nepeta, a catnip fairy, was sold to Lix, a cat woman.

🟠Creature (accidental whump, nonhuman whumper, the monsters are pretty nice)

A creature finds a human in the woods and decides to gift it to their cub.

⚪Dragon’s Hoard (dragon whumper, multiple whumpees, possessive whumper)

Each chapter shows a specimen of Whumper’s hoard.

Suggestions for new whumpees are always open!

🟠Kill the Dragon (knight whumpee, multiple whumpers)

Knight’s orders were to kill the dragon and free the princess, what he didn’t know is that they are, in truth, lovers. Now, chained in a cell, he will have time to regret his deeds.

🟠New Potion (witch whumper, cruel whumper, multiple whumpees, self-sacrifice, death mention)

Assistant can't stand to watch as Whumper kill each and every experiment subject she put her hands on, so in a desperate attempt he helps one of them to escape.

🟠On The Ground (tiny whumpee, caretaker new whumper, whumpee new whumper)

Flamo is a wingless fairy that ends up in the human land, afraid of those giant and dangerous creatures.

At the same time, Tim and Tom, normal humans, find a dangerous and small creature on their way home.

The three of them only want to know if they will survive this.

🟠Still Here (ghost whumpee, caretaker new whumper)

Caretaker wasn’t expecting to find an underground cell where, many years back, someone was locked and tortured into. And they expected even less to find the ghost of Whumpee still begging. Still There.

🟠The Witch’s Lair (non-human whumpees, past abuse, caretaker new whumper)

To escape their sadistic owner, Briar and Nevaeh make a contract with another witch, who, for some reason, isn’t hurting them?!

🟢Untouchable (fantasy racism references, demon whumpee, caretaker new master, touch starved whumpee, touch repulsed caretaker)

After a whole life of being treated as gross, Derin tried to get all the touch he can from Arlo, unaware of his completely repulsion to physical contact.

Others

🟠Decision (not whump, I just really like their dynamic)

A man kidnaps a woman by request and after finding out he wasn't going to get paid (and after she unties herself and threatens him) he decides to let her go. She doesn't feel like leaving the house yet though, doesn't matter how much he —threatens her— complains.

🟢Erased Past (team whump, hidden trauma/scars)

Whumpee hides their past, guilty, and scars from the team until Whumper destroys his facade.

🟢Evie (mafia stuff, domestic abuse (first part), aftermath of domestic abuse, lady whumpee, minor whumpee (first part), Evie and Alex are more trained to be weapons than raised to be people)

This series tells the childhood of Evie and Alex, children of a couple who runs a criminal organization, both of them have to find a way to survive under the training and abuse from their parents. This series also tells Evie’s adulthood.

The same characters in "Alex and Neo"

🟠No More Human (lab whump, really weird whumpee)

Whumpee gives itself up to be an experiment subject with only one condition: Never be treated as human.

🟠Office Relationship (along with @kathea) (female whumper, male whumpee, blackmail)

Stephen is trying to escape the abuse he suffers from his employee.

🟠Whumpee new Whumper

Whumpee breaks into Caretaker’s house, who –trembling– treats their wounds.

#Masterlist #‚

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