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katwriteswhump · 3 days
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im kind of interested, as a person in the whump community under the age of 18, what percentage of this community is under 18. i see a lot of whump blogs that say minors DNI, which is a struggle for me since i literally thrive off reading whump. is it weird for me to enjoy whump since im underage and the topics we write about are typically quite fucking disgusting?
pls reblog, just because it helps with the purpose of the poll <3
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Recovering whumpee who doesn't notice when they're in pain until it physically disables them.
Recovering whumpee who doesn't think to tell caretaker when they're in pain.
Recovering whumpee who hides the fact that they're in pain when they notice because they're ashamed of it.
Recovering whumpee who insists they're not in pain.
Recovering whumpee who has been conditioned to bear and repress pain until they literally collapse.
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oddsconvert · 4 hours
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Whumpee's that are taken from nothing and given everything. A peasant snatched from the streets and stolen away to the king's palace. Their tattered rags traded for the finest silks, the rumble in their belly is replaced with warmth - now they dine on luxuries and delicacies they could only dream of.
Even if there are wine-dark bruises hidden beneath their clothing..even if the food doesn't sit right in Whumpee's stomach and the fear each new day brings threatens to bring their food back up...
Does the luxury make up for the suffering they endure at Whumpers hands?
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kabie-whump · 23 hours
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Different types of pet whumpees?
Because I live in a world of thinking about pet whump 24/7
Toys - Like, the equivalent of those tiny useless dogs that aren't made to do shit except beg for attention (like a bichon frisé). Small and weak but very pretty and they literally just want to be on their owner's lap all the time. They don't mind being dressed up and toted around and showed off to their owner's family. (Ventis for real)
Workers / hunters - They definitely require a more experienced hand than toys. They're encouraged to be intelligent and athletic, which makes them harder to keep in captivity if they decide they don't want to be there anymore. Used as guard dogs, for physical labor, hunting, that sort of thing. They live to feel useful and tend to have no-nonsense personalities.
Retrievers - You all know about the golden retriever boy. Turn him into a pet. That's what we're dealing with. They have a ton of energy and are just genuinely happy to please their owners. They need a ton of interaction and activity though. Great companions for owners who are willing to give that much time and energy to their companion.
And then there's the issue of like,,, what happens if an owner gets the wrong type of pet whumpee? Like getting a worker and trying to treat them like a toy? Or forcing a toy to run around in the mud and play fetch for hours? Recipe for disaster.
AND. What about when someone rescues a pet whumpee from their owner and tries to get them to act like a person again? Do toys struggle to dress themselves? Do workers feel worthless without a job to do? Do retrievers shower their caretaker with affection only to get what they perceive to be the cold shoulder?
Anyway rant over for now thank you.
@sowhumpshaped I want you to see this in particular
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dresden-syndrome · 1 day
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Responsible pet keeping tips from the previous post: EESU version.
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Art tag: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump @whumpedydump @whumpthefifth @monarchthefirst @sunshiline-writes @project-xiii
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sleepyiswhumping · 2 days
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"Y'know, pup, one day we won't need those chains. How soon that day is... well, that's up to you."
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whumpsoda · 1 day
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Coming Back to Bite You, Part 1 - Swept Up
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Finally putting this out there, hopefully I continue it :) updates will probably be pretty slow and gradual!
cw: vampire whumper, kidnapping, hypnosis, alcohol use, mention of death
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He was going to throw up. 
Marshall gripped the can of beer in one calloused hand, taking an aggressive swig of the beverage, still cold droplets of liquid dribbling over his fingers. His throat bobbed with each continuing gulp, and his stomach churned in a boil of acidic bile. The bitter taste of alcohol coated his mouth, swishing off his tongue and dancing down his throat, until he realized he was going to choke. Marshall’s moist lips released the can with a weak gasp. 
He lazily dropped it to the concrete with a clang, the last sip of liquid slipping And seeping into the cracks of the concrete. With a groan he dug his trembling hands into the skin of his flushed face, bits of dried and cracked blood still crammed in rings underneath his crooked nails.
The sour smell of gore still tainted his runny nostrils, infecting the scent of his several tossed away and half finished drinks. Begrudged tears pricked at his eyes, leaving his vision glassy and wet as he desperately tried to wipe them gone.
He should’ve be used to it. Five plus years of vampire hunting experience should’ve prepared him, but it didn’t. It never did.
Marshall choked back a soft sob, brushing at his face roughly in an attempt to rid the tears stained with embarrassment. He didn’t know why he did it. Why he had for five years, and why he continued to. Why he still didn’t quit after seeing yet another young newbie die a gruesome death at the hand of a monstrous creature, with nothing to do to stop it.
How pathetic.
“Something wrong?”
His limbs froze rigid, the sharp, close words cutting through the nightly silence. He shifted, gaze meeting with that of a small woman seated neatly beside him. 
Her face was shadowed by the light shining upon her back, but he could still clearly see her soft grin and glittering eyes. 
“Um,” he sputtered, gears turning to catch his mind up with his mouth. “Leave, leave me alone.”
She grinned, eerily soft and sweet, tilting her head a smidge. The essence of a mother speaking to her child. “I’d love to help.”
Help? Puzzled anger bubbled bigger in his belly, only strengthened by her audaciousness. “I said,” he snarled, face twisting and seething, his crooked teeth bared in likeness to that of the creatures he was trained to kill. “Leave me alone.”
“Driving home?” 
Marshall groaned, sickly, taking a peek at his tattered old truck sitting in the empty lot. His vision shifted, rolling down to the can he’d placed beside his foot, previously filled with alcohol.
He gritted his teeth, grabbing the can once again and lifting it to his lips as the stranger watched. “Yeah? So what?” He spat, taking a petty sip. 
The woman sighed, her smug grin never so much as faltering. “Just thought I’d remind you.” She huffed, holding back a chuckle.
“Why don’t you just mind your own business?” Marshall grumbled, glaring sharply at the stranger. She simply giggled, dripping with condescension, waving him off. Was it so hard to get five minutes to himself?
“Oh, you are very funny, dear. A bit temperamental as well, I see.” She chuckled again.
What was her problem?
That was it. It was not the time. The stranger obviously didn’t have anything better to do than irritate someone crying in the middle of nowhere covered in grime and vampire blood, and seemed to be having a good time with it. Marshall, on the other hand, was no short of seething.
He pushed himself to his feet, wiping his cheeks of sweat and tears and adjusting his coat. Without another word he stepped to leave.
To his surprise, shocking strength wrapped around his wrist, holding him back and leaving him unable to walk off.
“Oh, please don’t go. I didn’t mean to upset you. Sit back down with me, won’t you?”
Marshall stared back in bewilderment at the woman firmly clutching his wrist. What? Confusion was boggling him, poking at his brain. Was she crazy? Who was she to think he would follow her request? After she’d been practically taunting him when he was obviously distressed?
Though-
He paused. He had meant to snap another insolent response, but nothing came out. Why did he-
His vision swiftly glazed over blurry, fogging up his eyes as they turned glassy and unfocused. Marshall wobbled in his spot, legs buckling and shivering with weakness. The ground spun under him, dizzying his head and coating his mind with wretched nausea. His fingers reached out for something to grab, something to stabilize him.
He needed to sit, he needed to sit, he needed to sit, he needed to sit, he needed to sit-
He lazily stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet, plopping right back into his seat. This time, he was a smidge closer to the woman. Marshall’s head lolled into his hand, catching himself from such dizzying disorientation.
Why was he… back on the bench? Was he not just about to leave? Was she touching him?
Lightly she rubbed in circles over his back, a motion he almost took no notice of. “Sorry about that, dear. It’s alright now.”
“I… what…?” Marshall slurred, his mind still a thick sludge that desperately gripped the walls of his, hopeful not to slip further into befuddlement.
He… he’d felt similar. Before. Marshall knew the sensation well, the sensation of his brain slipping through his fingers like water, liquified and stolen right out from his own control. Stomped to mush.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
“Very pretty rings you have. Mind if I take a look?” She held his hand between both of her gloved ones, fingers trailing over silver that glimmered in the light.
“Um…”
Not waiting for an answer, the stranger swiftly slipped each ring off each finger, holding them oh so carefully. “Very nice. Very.” She inspected them for a moment, right before turning and tossing them in a garbage bin behind her.
With widened eyes he sputtered, lazily trying to claw for them a second too late. She swept right back into his personal space, forcing him to retreat back with distraction. “Hm. And what might that be?”
She pointed to his pocket.
To his wooden stake, a necessity for vampire hunters.
It couldn’t be-
“I- you, that’s-”
Before he could so much as react, she slipped it right from him with her impossibly quick and nimble hands. “A wooden stake? Silly, silly.” She tisked, ignoring his growing concern and tossing it to the floor. It rolled a few feet away, and with drowsy, draped eyes Marshall watched it crawl out of reach. “You won’t be needing that.”
Please, no-
“You! You- you’re-!” Voice rising with muddled heat, his brain’s realization was catching up with his mouth.
Oh, God-
“Relax. I’m just here to help you. Calm down, dear.”
“N-no… you’re-! Get off me!” He swiped at her outstretched hand, feebly slapping it away.
How could he have been so foolish? How could he have let a vampire so close? How? He’d been so distressed and out of it from that nights job he hadn’t even noticed. What a fool, what a fool, what a fool.
He recoiled, jumping right off the bench and running. With his brain already such a mangled mess he nearly fell over, only catching himself with one hand and pushing himself back up.
His steps were slow and drowsy, swaying arduously and dramatically on his weighted feet. Nonchalantly the stranger stood behind him, taking her sweet time to catch up.
“Go-! Go away! Go away!” he hollered, stumbling around in a growing daze toward his truck, slipping over nothing several times. Her follow persisted. “Go away!”
Her vampiric aura strengthened by the second, taking hold of his susceptible mind and pushing him back into a distant, fuzzy haze. His words were tumbling and quieting, his movements gradually decreasing.
“N- no… no… leave…! Go…”
Soon enough subtle fingers trailed swiftly down his spine, stopping him in place. “Shhh, shhh… relax, dear. Just allow your limbs to go all numb and sleepy.”
His shoulders buckled, jaw falling slack under the immense weight of hypnotic force. Even still, infected by disgusting pleasure, his stomach tensed with sour acid. “Nooo…”
She walked around him, meeting his gaze with sweet, mind melting eyes. “I know you must be scared, little one. My apologies for messing with you, I just couldn’t help it. I’ll be nice now, okay? So be a good boy and just sleep.”
Easy. She’d overpowered him, so easily. Five years of practice and he’d lost just like that. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. How could he not hate himself? How could he not detest the world for such a fate he never deserved? Five years of service and he was going to lose his life at the hands of a vampire?
He’d been so careful.
“Just calm, oh so calm. Your mind settles, all sleepy and exhausted. Just let go for now. I won’t hurt you.” She soothed, cupping his face in her palms.
“Nuh… no… go…”
He didn’t want to let go. He had to escape. He wanted to escape. He wanted…
He wanted…
“Let… go…”
She smiled, warmth spreading through his belly, a blissful, distracting sensation that scattered any coherent thoughts clawing to the edges of his mind. “Good, good. Let go, dear. Just for a bit. You’ll have a very nice nap, okay? It’s all dark out here, which means you must be very tired. And nighttime means you sleep, doesn’t it?”
Marshall yawned, head lolling and body melting. He’d like a nap. He’d been working so dreadfully hard, he deserved one, did he not? A nap would be just wonderful.
“Aw, how cute. You’re so drowsy. Just falling asleep right in my arms, huh? Lovely. An easy catch, weren’t you?” He hummed in agreement, her words flowing through one ear and out the other. He was swiftly floating into unconsciousness, head gradually falling forward into his chest. “Shh… so very relaxed, sleep just holding your putty like mind in it’s hands. Just let go to the call of sleep and exhaustion. I know you want to, dear.”
It was strange, how delightful it felt. He’d been enthralled before, but never so deeply and thoroughly. His brain never so overridden. Why had he ever fought it? Why had he ever rejected such heaven? Marshall couldn’t so much as think of an answer.
Or, think at all, really.
Placing the kind pressure of her hand on the back of his neck, she easily guided the exhausted Marshall’s slick with sweat forehead into the nape of her neck.
“Good boy, good boy. Just let all your worries go. I tried so hard to make this easy on you, I know how easily fussy you humans can get. But everything is fine and calm. Calm and sleepy. Sleepy and relaxed. The darkness of the night makes you oh so exhausted and ready for bed.”
He shivered from the sound of praise, as well as the vampire stroking down his arms and stirring more pleasant feel as he drifted, brain coming to a stop. It felt better than it ever had to fall asleep. He smiled, and so did she. Even in the middle of winter, he’d never felt so pleasantly warm.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” She whispered sweetly, rocking him gently like a small child into an entranced sleep. “I’ll take great care of you, dear.”
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Public figure Whumpee, who’d been assaulted in their past, being asked overly personal questions by a fan. They’re handsy, aren’t taking no for an answer, and in general invoking memories that Whumpee would like to forget.
When Whumpee experiences a panic attack in front of hundreds of fans, it written off as an overreaction, people acting like Whumpee has made a big deal of nothing.
Whumpee, feeling invalidated and shamed for their traumas- trying to push themselves in future encounters- partially because of their managers, but additionally from pressure from their fanbase.
Caretaker, realizing that people have essentially bullied Whumpee into allowing people to touch and objectify them, in addition to making Whumpee think that this is what they want/that they’re okay with it.
a sad reality is that this tends to happen a lot in real life too, not just in fiction 😔
anyway, I don’t go there, but here’s a whumpy and angsty prompt for anybody who’s into (fictional) celebrity whump.
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pierceofheart · 3 days
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Accidental stress induced whump, have a whumpee who's put into extreme stress situations and watch them become paranoid and snappy af.
Actually better yet if it's the caretaker who's having stress induced symptoms of paranoia and minor hallucinations.
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vivulapom · 5 hours
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branding in whump!! it doesn't even have to be the typical hot cattle brand---it can be a tattoo, or just a straight up scar whumper gives them. bonus points if it's very difficult/impossible to really cover up or remove so whumpee is always reminded of what happened to them :3
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softvampirewhump · 2 days
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Building an oc, poll #5:
Referenced Poll [Result won, Between Calf & Ankle Length]
Previous Poll [Result won, 4c, (hair type)]
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emptyrubbishbin · 2 days
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Fire Elemental
Fire whumpee who is constantly being doused with water. Who coughs and sputters, pleading in their native tongue, which their human whumper can't understand.
^- a recovering whumpee who burns less bright and hot because of what happened to them and is either seen as weak or ugly by their fellow elementals.
Fire whumper who burns human whumpee, who caresses their face, only to leave behind a path charred skin.
^- a whumpee who becomes afraid of heat, warmth and fire.
Fire caretaker who never touches human whumpee but stays just close enough to provide a comforting warmth.
^- and even though neither of them understand each other, they do understand that they are friends.
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The ideal whumper:
wears gloves
wears glasses or sunglasses
smokes
speaks in a pleasant manner
smiles a lot
is completely fucking unhinged
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firemind411 · 3 days
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Whumpee recieves a text;
"If you're not going to come to us...
Then we're going to come for you."
Whumpee's hand shakes as they delete the message, then pushes it aside in their mind and carries on with their day.
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kabie-whump · 2 days
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CYOA Whump Part 8
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You chose: Beg for Tinny’s help. What do I have to lose?
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You crane your head to watch as Tinny leans on the railing and waves her arms at someone. “Hey! Blondie! Come up here!” she shouts.
Then she returns to you, checking over your restraints.
“Please,” you whisper, making an effort to sound as pitiful as possible. “Please, Tinny. Help me. We can even make it look like an accident. Just leave the ropes a little loose. I’ll slip out on my own tonight. You will not be blamed.”
Tinny raises an eyebrow. “Then what would ya do, hm? We’re miles from land.”
Shit, she’s right. You might be able to gather the strength to fly away, but you’ll probably fall out of the sky before you find land. You’re not the strongest swimmer.
You try and fail to suppress a frustrated sob. “I don’t know. But please, I need help.”
“Sorry, kid. No can do.”
A thudding of footsteps draws her attention behind you. “Gotta job for ya, blondie. Watch the prisoner. Captain says no food and no water till he decides to cooperate.”
“Understood.” The ‘blondie’ in question enters your line of sight, looking at you with open curiosity.
Damn it. He’s attractive. Tall, muscular, rugged but not filthy. He has tanned skin and ivy green eyes and a splash of freckles across his flushed skin. Pointy ears poke out from a halo of curly blond hair.
“Hi,” he says to you. “I’m Onthyes.”
“Ventis,” you return shakily, trying to will the tears on your face to evaporate.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Tinny says, clapping Onthyes’s shoulder. “Don’t let the little freak of nature outta your sight. And don’t let him talk ya into nothin.”
“I won’t,” he assures her.
She leaves you two alone and Onthyes has a seat on a nearby crate. He’s still staring at you. It’s getting unnerving.
“Do I have something on my face?” you snap, your voice still thick with tears.
Onthyes jumps, shaking his head quickly. “No! Well yes, actually. You’re a bit bloody.” He stands and walks over to you. There’s a wet rag slung over his shoulder. He must have been cleaning something before this. He grabs the rag and holds it up to your face, stopping before it touches you.
“Can I clean it off?”
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uwaupawz · 2 days
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Whumpee with tourettes syndrome.
Everytime the whumpee let's out a tic the whumper hits/degrades them (calling them a freak, hitting them with a belt). Maybe even tries to 'force' the tics to stop.
Bonus point: Whumpee ends up developing tics that relate to the abuse (flinching as a tic, screaming as a tic etc).
These r based on my own experiences as someone with tourettes syndrome <3
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