#<-- the lovely sideblog's whumpees

[cyans-whump-chamber]

Intro post, woohoo!

Hi, my name is Cyan (friends can call me Chia). I’m aroace bigender and I go by he/she pronouns.

I’m a writer and artist and this is my whump sideblog — I love tormenting my ocs (putting them through the Horrors) and I’m very excited to finally be a part of this community <3

My favourite tropes include: Immortal whumpee, robot whump, shock collars/electrocution, gore, mind control, winged whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, mock executions, conditioning, bad/reluctant caretaker, stockholm syndrome

Things I do not write: Nsfwhump (I do suggestive themes occasionally, though), anything involving pregnancy or children, team whump, huge/tiny

A few whump blogs inspired me to create my own, and here are some of my favourite whump blogs: @whump-in-the-closet @sowhumpshaped @whumpsday @the-three-whumpeteers (…and definitely more I’m forgetting about 😅)

I’d like to get to know more people in this community and, uhm… Yeah, that’s it!

If you guys like any tropes that I like, have any other ideas, or just want to say hi: feel free to shoot me some asks or prompts — I’ll write a few whumpy drabbles if I feel up for it!

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Tiny Kane

Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist

g/t sideblog here! @smallsday

content: whump, g/t, tiny whump, fear, burns, torture, vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, rescue, caretaking, recovery, comfort, starvation, weight loss due to starvation

Whumpmas in July Day 6: Deprived GT July Day 6: AU Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Cage

surprise extra cameo from TWOW as well, three events in one! i've been wanting to do a tiny Kane AU for a looong time. how did Kane become tiny, you ask? well, it's- (i describe a convenient plot device, but a loud truck blows past and you can't hear me). but yeah i'm just doing this for fun and not worrying about the context lol. you get no in-universe explanation, i just love tiny whump

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Jim was pretty sure the only reason he wasn't completely freaking out right now was because he'd been warned in advance about the size, but he was still freaking out a little bit.

Kane sat huddled in the middle of a little silver cage, trying his best to balance himself so the only part of him that touched the floor was protected by the small bit of clothing he had. A pair of shorts that looked like they'd been haphazardly sewn together, the seams halfway to coming apart. He strained to raise his feet slightly so they wouldn't burn.

Despite his efforts, the hunter thrust the cage toward Jim carelessly, causing Kane to lose his balance and burn his feet. He shrieked, righting himself as quickly as possible. The entirety of his five-inch body was dotted with similar burns.

The hunter tossed a key, which Jim scrambled to catch. "Don't worry, it's harmless now."

Jim carefully took the cage, being sure to move steadily enough that Kane wouldn't fall over again. On a closer look, a large, circular burn on Kane's back looked suspiciously like the end of a cigarette. "Oh."

He barely paid attention as the hunter said goodbye. All he could focus on was Kane. The situation was too bizarre.

"It's been a while," he said as soon as the hunter left.

Kane burst into tears instantly. "I'm sorry!" he cried. "P-please, Jim, sir, I'm so sorry! Mercy, please have mercy, I can't take-" He was crying so hard that he struggled to pull enough air into his little lungs, gasping for breath around tears. "I'm s-so sorry, I'm so sorry, please-"

"Hey, hey," Jim interrupted him, sick to his stomach. He'd fantasized for years about wringing an apology from his tormenter, but not like this. It was abundantly clear Kane expected Jim to hurt him.

As much as he hated Kane, as much as he'd wished him dead for years, he didn't think he could ever hurt someone as defenseless as Kane was now. Like the hunter said, he was harmless. The vampire may have haunted his nightmares and waking paranoia alike for the past decade, but Jim couldn't even bring himself to be afraid of him now.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he continued. "How about we get you out of there? That looks... painful."

Kane nodded profusely, tears streaming down his face. "Please," he begged.

Jim placed the cage on the hood of his car, trying his best not to jostle it. Kane whimpered at the movement, every muscle tensed as he tried to balance himself.

The key was small and silver. To him it was a harmless trinket, but it was half as tall as Kane and would burn him on touch. When he'd heard about Kane's size now, Jim had only thought of what it meant in terms of the harm Kane could cause. Like this, Kane couldn't hurt him, kidnap him, force him into submission. He'd never thought about what the hunters might do to a vampire this vulnerable.

He unlocked the cage, reaching in since Kane wouldn't be able to climb out on his own without getting burned. Kane looked at his approaching hand with utter terror, but made no move away from it, allowing Jim to scoop him into his palm and out of the cruel cage.

Kane stared up at him, eyes wide with fear as his chest rose and fell rapidly, backed up against his fingers so Jim could feel him trembling. His heart raced, fluttering with fear.

"It's okay," Jim soothed the tiny, shaking vampire in his palm. He hated Kane, he really did. Nothing could ever erase the things Kane did to him, the years Kane stole from him. But he knew what it was like to be hurt and scared, and he wouldn't wish it on anyone. Even Kane. "Just try and relax."

Kane gave a stiff nod, but did not relax. "Yes, sir," he said anyway, timid and afraid.

It felt so wrong, and brought up some of the worst memories Jim had. Memories of being that vulnerable person, unable to stand even the slightest chance of protecting himself against someone so strong, calling Kane sir just like he wanted in a desperate attempt to placate him before he-

"Jim," he corrected, unnerved. "You know my name."

"Y-yes, Jim!" Kane squeaked, only looking more terrified, like calling him sir had been worthy of execution. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't worry about it." Jim threw the silver shit on the floor of the backseat before getting in the car, briefly scanning for a decent place to put Kane. "I'm gonna put you in the cupholder."

"Thank you," Kane breathed. He sounded so relieved to just be out of that cage. Jim couldn't imagine what a car ride in that thing would be like.

He went to put Kane in the cupholder, but hesitated.

Kane weighed almost nothing, even less than he should at this size. Given his lack of a shirt, Jim could easily see his ribs poking against the skin of his chest, the way his stomach dipped in, concave like his cheeks.

He was starving. He was starving so badly that if he weren't a vampire, he would surely be dead.

The fact that the hunters had deprived Kane of food when it would take so little to keep him fed was horrifying. He was five inches tall, and yet they'd stripped him of everything from food to clothes to accommodations that wouldn't burn him. It was cruel. it was sadistic.

It would take so very little for Jim to rectify it.

He didn't want to do this. It was ridiculous, considering the circumstances, but he was scared to. The scars on his neck, hidden snug under the fabric of his turtleneck, seemed to ache the more he thought about it.

Jim set Kane down gently in the cupholder. He could psych himself up on the drive home. For good measure, he grabbed a couple stray napkins and put them in there with him. "Here, you can use these to make yourself a little more comfortable."

Kane wrapped them both around himself instantly, bundling himself up in the cheap paper like they were blankets. "Thank you," he said, choked up with genuine gratitude. "Thank you so much for letting me use them. I'll be good."

The display about broke Jim's heart. "No problem, man."

-

Kane sat dutifully in the cupholder the whole drive, beyond grateful that he didn't have to do it in the silver cage. The cage which laid ominously in the backseat, ready to be pulled out again whenever Jim decided he deserved it. And Kane knew he deserved it.

Jim could do anything he wanted to him, and he'd be powerless to resist. He'd probably be powerless to resist even at his old size, given how weak the starvation had made him, but especially now. Just like Jim had been when their situations were reversed. Jim could return every slap, every kick, every iron-clad grasp around his neck that Kane had dished out, and return it tenfold until he was nothing but red paste.

But he would heal. He always did, slowly but surely, and would continue to unless he was staked. Jim may have shown him mercy this time, but he couldn't expect that every time after what he'd done.

Jim parked the car when they got there, extending his hand toward the cupholder. "We're here," he announced.

Kane waited a moment to be grabbed, something he'd become very accustomed to after years of being handled like an unbreakable toy, before he realized Jim was waiting for him to climb on.

"Yes, s- Jim," he corrected himself just in time, hauling himself onto the human's warm hand. He brought the lovely napkins with him, hoping Jim would allow him to keep them.

The decadent smell of human blood enveloped Kane once again as Jim cupped his hand around him, his mouth watering at the scent. He would do anything for just a drop, but he knew better by now. Bad vampires got punished. He could be good, prove he was worthy of being allowed outside his horrible, burning cage. Even being used as an ashtray would be better.

Jim carried him inside. It was surreal: he hadn't been anywhere besides the hunters' compound and its backyard since shrinking. To be in a regular house, with everything massive and blown up around him, just emphasized how he could never go back to his old life. He would be at the mercy of others forever, no matter what.

"I don't have any clothes for you," Jim said apologetically. "I wasn't expecting you to... not have any. I'll look for something in town for you tomorrow. I'll get you some cloth you can use in the meantime."

That was even better than napkins! Jim was going to give him clothes! Clothes his size, that fit!

"Thank you so much!" he enthused, craning his neck to look up at his new keeper. "That would be amazing. You're- you're very generous." He knew he would have to earn this kindness, but he was too excited to care.

Jim shrugged, Kane's world tilting with the motion. "It's kind of just the bare minimum. It's not like you ever deprived me of clothes, right?"

"I would never," Kane assured him quickly.

It was hardly the only kindness Jim would gift him that night. Jim allowed him to bathe in the sink, and choose what room he would be kept in. He chose the basement, enticed by the lack of windows bearing the dangers of the sun. Jim set up a small cardboard box for him layered with blanketing. It was the softest thing he'd felt in years.

"There's one more thing." Jim seemed... upset about this one, which set Kane on edge.

He pulled the cloth he'd been given tighter around himself. Was Jim finally about to take his revenge? Kane could deal with that, as long as he got to sleep on something soft after. "Yes?"

Jim reached toward him. Despite his own train of thought, Kane couldn't help but flinch back. Waiting to be grabbed, squeezed, his limbs snapped, his skin burnt-

But Jim didn't touch him. His hand stopped in front of him, a giant thumb in front of his face. "You can feed."

Kane couldn't believe what he was hearing. After years of complete deprivation, he would finally be allowed food?

He didn't ask Really?. He didn't ask if there were restrictions. He couldn't bear it. He was being given permission, and every instinct in his body screamed at him to feed before the precious blood was taken away forever again.

"Thank you!" Kane exclaimed. He took Jim's thumb in his hands, and with a final glance up at Jim, he bit.

The taste was like nothing he could have ever imagined, more phenomenal than any blood he'd tasted before in his life, despite how many times he'd tasted Jim's blood in particular. It flowed into his mouth with abundance, rich and savory. He couldn't possibly get enough, even when Jim's thumb trembled in his hold.

He drank and drank until he physically couldn't anymore. Jim didn't stop him. He just let him keep going, and as Kane came out of his bloodlust-induced frenzy and back to rational thought, he realized that maybe his new size had a good aspect to it after all.

Kane swiped his tongue over the two pinpricks his fangs had made, then released the thumb, scooting back into the cardboard. "Thank you so much. That's- that's the kindest thing anyone's ever done for me. I forgot what it was like to not be hungry." Tears dripped onto his chest, and he realized he must have started crying while he fed. "Thank you, thank you so much. Especially after I- thank you."

"I'm not gonna be cruel." Jim took his hand back, examining the wound. "I won't keep your basic needs away. I won't hurt you. I won't grab you without permission. I know what it's like to be powerless and vulnerable, okay? You know."

"I'm sorry." Kane had never meant it as much as he did right now. "I'm sorry for everything."

"Nothin' you can do about it now." Jim stepped away. "Get some rest. You need it."

Kane nestled into his blankets, full for the first time in years, warm in a way that didn't hurt.

Finally, finally safe.

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tune in on sunday for a canon Kane & Jim chapter! taglist in reblog!

event: @whumpmasinjuly @gianttol @promptsforyourwhumpfic

[cowboy-anon]

Just two babies!! <3

A little doodle of @cowboy-anon​ Apple and Haru as boyfriends, cuddling together in the au <3

[whump-in-the-closet]

Recommended Stories

Just a compilation of whump stories by other writers that I’ve enjoyed. No, no one asked for this, but here it is anyway. Since I’m always looking for new stuff to read, I imagine that this list is going to grow. But for now…

(this isn’t in any particular order and they’re all SFW as far as I’m aware)

Our Man Flint by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

Poetic prose that lures you into the story. A vampire hunter is forced to face (quite literally) his worst nightmare.

Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis

There’s a gradual loss of humanity as the prince of a fallen kingdom is turned into a science experiment. Gore, suffering, and a protagonist you love to hurt.

Diamonds to Dust by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Some fantastic villain whump, with a sprinkling of angst. Family dynamics involve a distraught brother as a caretaker.

Jane’s Pets by @another-whump-sideblog

Nasty captivity and heavy torture featuring an immortal twelve year old whumper and her human pets. A very relatable protagonist and cast of characters.

Ongoing Untitled Story by @verkja

Fantasy adventure whump with some cool worldbuilding and three morally grey main characters. Oh and btw? The world is ending.

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Whumper turned whumpee and whumpee turned caretaker. Vampire whump and some truly horrible torture methods. It’s fantastic.

Seven Series by @whump-queen

Objectification and pet whump, hoo boy. A roller coaster of BBU suffering and a sad whumpee who’s in way over his head.

Waking Dreamer by @painsandconfusion

An intriguing magic system with a very whumpy plot that only gets worse and well developed characters.

Sunlight and Embers by @whither-wander-whump

Fantasy setting and a rebellion in the making. A prisoner is recruited from the dungeons to be used as a pawn in the rebellion and the plot continues to thicken.

Betrayed by @suspicious-whumping-egg

Hero and Villain whump. A hero is betrayed by their team and left at the mercies of the opposing side.

Hero and Villain Story: Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights

Hero and Villain whump, but with a villian who does not deserve what he’s been put through. There’s an unlikely bit of mercy from someone you’d least expect. As the kids say, it’s right in the feels.

Weapons Don’t Weep by @wolfeyedwitch

A human weapon in a dystopian setting is rescued by a team of rebels. Dehumanization and angst with hopes for a recovery arc.

The Second Wave by @there-will-always-be-blood

Whumper turned whumpee and is furious about it. A morally-grey (she’s more than happy to commit murder) type of protagonist and an antagonist you want dead.

Liliholm and Page by @yet-another-heathen

Vigilante whump with a cinematic feel and characters who are vividly human, whether whumper or whumpee. God-tier whump will have you gripping your screen.

Back to the Dregs by @defire

Insanely well-written whump story featuring an adhd whumpee in a bad hostage situation. You think it’s bad? It gets worse!! Vicious interrogation and multiple whumpers, man this story has it all. Head the content warnings though it’s pretty dark (lovingly)

[serickswrites]

Dangerous Game III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, threat of death, escape, rescue, knife, knives, stabbing, blood, mcd, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker and the team had spent days looking for Whumpee. Spent days trying to uncover Whumper's compound. Spent days coming up with a plan to extract Whumpee and end Whumper.

And it was all coming together now. Caretaker hurried with the team towards the room they knew was built into the wall in Whumper's compound. This was the best way to breach. It would allow them to enter the courtyard and from their the team could branch out to the various areas of the compound. And then they would find Whumpee. Save Whumpee.

Caretaker heard thundering footsteps on the other side of the door as they approached. "Someone's coming! Brace yourselves. I'll open the door on three!" Caretaker knew it was a possibility that Whumper would know they were coming. That Whumper would have gathered a small force to keep Caretaker and the team out. But there was nothing that would stop Caretaker from getting to Whumpee.

"Three!" They shouted and wrenched the door open. And their breath caught in their chest. Whumpee.

Whumpee raced towards them. Whumpee's face was pinched with pain and fear. Caretaker could see bruises on Whumpee's wrists--no doubt from the restraints Whumper used on them. But Whumpee was alive. "Whumpee!" They called.

Whumpee was suddenly in their arms. "Whumpee," Caretaker murmured as they leaned down and kissed Whumpee. They didn't care that Teammate One and Teammate Three were there. Teammate Two had known, of course, but the others didn't. But Caretaker didn't care. They had Whumpee in their arms. Whumpee was alive.

"I'm free, I'm free," Whumpee panted. Caretaker wiped tears from Whumpee's eyes.

They kissed Whumpee again. Now that they had Whumpee in their arms, they were never letting Whumpee go.

A loud thwunk startled Caretaker. Whumpee went limp in their arms. Caretaker struggled to remain standing as Whumpee became a deadweight in their arms. Whumpee's legs gave out and Caretaker could barely stand. "Whumpee! Whumpee! Say something, love. What's wrong? Love, talk to me."

Whumpee didn't reply. Caretaker shifted Whumpee in their arms so they could see Whumpee's face. Whumpee's head lolled on their neck. Caretaker gave a keening wail as they stared into Whumpee's wide, unseeing eyes.

Caretaker didn't hear or notice their team race over to them. They didn't hear or notice Teammate Three take off running and shouting after Whumper. Whumper who had stood their long enough to see Whumpee go down before turning tail and running. Caretaker didn't notice any of that. They only had eyes for Whumpee.

Teammate One knelt next to Caretaker. "Let me see, Caretaker. Let me see." Teammate One spoke to Caretaker, spoke loud enough to be heard of their sobs, but they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They couldn't believe Whumpee was gone. They had just gotten there. The team was right there. Whumpee couldn't be gone.

Caretaker didn't respond. They didn't act as though they could hear Teammate One. They continued to sob and clutch Whumpee close. Teammate One crouched further to see what had happened to Whumpee, their mouth going dry as they saw a dagger buried to the hilt in Whumpee's back. Whumper's file had said they were an excellent marksman.

Teammate One took Whumpee's limp hand in theirs, careful not to disturb Caretaker. They discreetly took Whumpee's pulse. They knew what they would feel, but they had to be sure. They had to be wrong. Whumpee couldn't be gone. But as no beat came and Caretaker's wails of despair filled the air, Teammate One began to cry.

They were too late. They were all too late. And they were so close. But it wasn't enough. As Teammate One stared into Whumpee's lifeless eyes, they realized none of it was enough.

Tags: @toyybox@lthrboy@writinggremlin@st0rmm

@elriehana @finns-spam-sideblog

[unknowntalesbymiles]

Heya!!!

How did you first discover the whump community?

-- @whumperofworlds

Hey! Would've been better to answer this on my sideblog but lol I'll go with it

Pure chance. Like, scrolling on pinterest as usual. Finding stuff about how to torture characters, which always was a silly hobby of mine. I discover it's actually really specific, i see the names, whumpee, whumper, blorbo.

I take my luck on Tumblr and find out it's a community of its own. Heck there's even a subreddit ! I love being here so far even if I don't participate much.

(saw a lot of your stuff in those pinterest boards, tbh :])

[the-lark-ascending69]

lumaxramblings here (it's a sideblog so !!!) and thank u for the nancy whump, you've done the people a service <3 ouch. shit. fuck. that shit hurted <33

nancy's recovery must be pretty hard huh

@lumaxramblings !! Omg hii! I'm so happy you liked it i was worried it would be a bit too much/unasked for lol. But yes I love whump, I love ronance whump, regardless of who is in the whumpee/caretaker role. Robin and Nancy in canon have this dynamic in which Robin is kinda looking to Nancy for comfort, sacurity and guidance and Nancy is happy to provide that, so it's kinda intuitive to imagine whumpee Robin and caretaker Nancy but... whumpee Nancy just hits all the best notes too, because she's already gone through so much pain... Robin would be an amazing caretaker and exactly the person Nancy needs at the moment.

Nancy's recovery is a very rocky process indeed. Her whole family left when they thought she died, and the rest of the party still kept intermitent contact with Mike for some time, but I think that at some point the Wheelers must have changed their number without much regard for Mike and his friends and effectively cut short any way for Steve and Robin to contact them, so she's pretty much an orphan right now. Her mom and dad left. Doesn't help much. Though the kids (now entering highschool) are so excited to see her, especially Dustin, who always thought Nancy was really cool and is super happy to see her, but the three of them genuinely cry when they get her back. It's actually pretty overwhelming for her. Though I'm getting ahead of myself.

During the first day after her rescue Nancy is kinda like.. floating. Kinda peacefully going along with whatever Robin and Steve suggest. It's just the three of them in Robin's cozy little house in the outskirts of town. The doctor said she needed rest so Robin acts like a tiny helicopter parent always fluttering around her making sure she's well-fed and helping her get around the house, trying to keep her in bed most of the time and doing everything she can to keep her entertained. Afaik according to the book Robin doesn't own much technology other than her walkman and her language and music tapes, and her parents have a record player, so that's pretty much everything she has to offer Nancy, but listening to her parents' old Fleetwood Mac albums on repeat may not be the most entertaining activity for Nancy, so she offers her books instead - she even offers to read for her the ones in other languages, but Nancy seems uninterested in music and books. When she doesn't react to Robin's suggestions, Steve says she's overwhelming her, which is true, but really Nancy has become so accustomed to lying still in her cell with zero stimulation, that it doesn't even bother her anymore.

It's towards the end of the day that it dawns on Nancy that she's not dreaming, that they found her and brought her back and now she's in a strange girl's bed recovering from a few broken bones, soft and warm and safe for the first time in years. She unintentionally wakes Robin up in the middle of the night when she begins to sob. Robin doesn't know if something hurts or if she's having some sort of flashback or panic attack, and she can only think of holding her hands to ground her, but Nancy doesn't want to be touched. When Steve shows up and tries to hug her, she flinches away. She's crying why, why, why? As if she didn't understand why they took her away from her captors. Robin tries making some tea for her, but Nancy doesn't drink it. They wonder if she needs space, but when Steve asks her if she wants to be alone, Nancy holds onto his and Robin's hands so tightly they conclude she's asking for company, so they stay awake all night, next to her. She stops crying at 4am, and stares at the closed window until 8am, when she finally falls asleep. It's only been one day and it's already exhausting.

Steve and Robin wouldn't have it any other way though.

[steelandblood]

Intro Post

Hi everyone and welcome to my secret whump sideblog!

I’m Juli, and I love hurting characters that I can project onto.

Tropes and things I like and you will see a lot of:

Fantasy / medieval / DnD whump

Recovery whump and whump aftermath

Painful treatment and recovery

Hurt/comfort

Emotional trauma

Team whump

Stoic whumpees (especially when they break down and forced to be vulnerable)

Permanent injuries and scars

Whumpee x Caretaker

Lady whump (All my original posts will have female whumpee and female caretaker)

Tropes and things that you will not see here:

Whumpee x whumper

Hero x villain

Pet whump

Explicit noncon

Lab whump

Nonhuman or robot whumpees

Role reversals

Major character death

Links to tags and masterposts under the cut

Character list

Character tags: (will be functional soon)

#Mirwen⚔️🛡️

#Rauna🌒✨

#Alysa⚕️📿

#Calina🏹🪄

#Thancur⚒️🔮

# Firiende💀✨

#Adan🗡️🛡️

Writing tags:

#my prompts

#my wriring

#fic nothing left to say

[whump-in-the-coffee-cup]

Introduction Post

Who are you?

Hello! My name is Caff, and this is the secret menu. Here is the main menu. Or if you feel like you need a rest and some fluff, feel free to go here instead.

Feel free to hang around, take a look at the prompts and ideas I may share, and even read some of my stories that I’ve posted. You may want to check my stories on my Archive of Our Own since that is where I more extensively tag my work, but I will make sure to properly tag here as well.

What kind of content do you write / reblog?

I write fanfiction that is pairing-focused or character-focused, scenarios and tropes, and prompts; both whump and general fluff. Though if you’re looking for most of my fluff content, you’re better off in my general writing sideblog since this blog is centric to whump.

So yeah! Most of the whump from me will be here.

Do you take requests?

Requests are OPEN. Check out my squicks before sending something in the Question Box.

I take requests for short whump fics, scenarios, tropes, and prompts; either original, or for a specific fandom I am in. It is always open for questions and comments, too! Anonymous asks are ON.

So feel free to send requests and stuff in my Question Box!! <33

Speaking of scenarios, tropes, and prompts: If you are inspired by what I make here, please tag me if you will be using it! I love to see what others do, and would gladly share some of my love to them.

What are your favorite kinds of whump?

Anything related to scars

Interrogation settings

Self-inflicted whump (Includes: Drowning Your Sorrows, use of drugs, etc)

Sensory whump (Sensory deprivation and sensory overload)

Overexertion of magic and leads to emotional / physical consequences

Gore / Body-related whump…

Almost everything, if I’m being honest

Who are your favorite Whumpblrs?

@whumpwillow / @aceofwhump​ / @painsandconfusion / @warmblanketwhump / @whumpster-dumpster​ / @stoic-whumpee​ / @whumpthisway​ / @the-three-whumpeteers​​ / @iwhumpyou

I always go to them for inspiration and for some whumperflies. Absolutely amazing people running these blogs!

Other stuff I have to say are a bit too long to go here, so instead:

For ALL MY TAGS, go HERE.

For my SQUICKS LIST, go HERE.

For my MASTERLIST OF MASTERLISTS, go HERE.

[girlsdogmotif]

whump blog intro + (eventual) masterlist

I thought it was finally time to make an official whump sideblog cause my main (@dreamingonmyown) is too chaotic lol

Mar - she/her - 20

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI

writing tag: #mar writes

whump one-shots:

Painkillers

Bullseye

Just a Hug

likes and dislikes beneath the cut:

favorite whump tropes:

team whump

nsfwhump

women whump

defiant whumpee!!!!!

sidekick whumpee

superhero whumper

living weapon whimper

sadistic whumper

cruel whumper

intimate/creepy whumper

sometimes carewhumper

multiple whumpers

gags and muzzles

restraints

kidnapping

MANHANDLING

vampire whumper

not always for me but occasionally like it

pet whump/BBU

lab whump (sometimes LOVE)

whumper turned whumpee

whumpee turned whumper

not for me:

amputation

woundf**king

whumper killing whumpee (unless they are reviving them in that case YES LOVE)

probably more so will add as I think

[whumpyourdamnpears]

I would love an introduction to your characters

-- @another-whump-sideblog

(I’m not sure if I should include face claims in this introduction. Perhaps I should reblog it with some?) Characters are from this story

Dani is the main character and our whumpee. She’s twenty-two years old and a waitress at a small-town diner. She’s strong-willed, snarky, and entirely exhausted with you and your bullshit. When she does something unforgivable to one of her patrons, she lands herself in our whumper’s, Jack, cabin in the woods, states away from the life she’d been living

Max is Dani’s “friend” (it’s complicated) who tasks himself with finding out what happened to Dani when no one else will, including their local law enforcement. He’s hardworking, caring, and, quite frankly, a nervous wreck. This whole situation is working him to the bone, and it’s certainly not helping him with his rampant anxiety disorder

Jack is one of our stars of the show, our fifty-something-year-old serial killer who’s been doing this since he was in his twenties. He’d be a vision of religious piety if, y’know, he didn’t take women back to his isolated cabin, torture, and kill them in the name of faith. He’s hardworking and resourceful, which he’d need to be, considering he lives off-the-grid and lives a self-sustaining lifestyle

Sarah is Jack’s daughter. She’s nineteen years old, and she’s never been off the family property. She’s grown up believing whatever her father has told her about the world, how it’s filled with bad and dangerous people and that it’s safer for her to be isolated from it (the irony is astounding). She’s a loving and kind person, although a little awkward due to her social isolation, but she’s really indoctrinated in what she’s been taught her entire life. Which means she’s not much of a help to Dani. Not yet

[whumpsday]

Whumpmas in July #1

Introduce yourself.

hi! i'm mill and i'm a whump writer. i've been writing since march of last year, and this is my second year participating in WIJ!

my writing masterlist is here! the main thing to check out is my main series, Kane & Jim, about a vampire whumper-turned-whumpee whose former victim takes care of him after he's tortured by vampire hunters.

i really like nonhuman whumpees (especially vampire whumpees). for this event, i will be devoting 5 of the writing prompts to my main series, and the others will apply to 5 whumpees of varied species: a borrower (tiny whump), a vampire unrelated to my main series, a fairy, an alien, and an immortal.

i also have a g/t (giant/tiny) sideblog @smallsday, where i blog about characters with size differences. there is a g/t event going on this july too, GT July, and while i won't be completing GT July like i will with WIJ, i'm going to combine a few prompts and some of my WIJ pieces will also function as GTJ entries. yay for tiny whump!

here are my answers to the WIJ introduction questions! i filled these out last year too, but some of them have changed:

❤️ Name: mill

💛 Gender: bigender (man/woman), though i'm leaning more masculine as of late

💙 Favorite season: fall

❤️ Average amount of sleep: LOL (barely better than when i gave this answer last year)

💛 Dream job: retiree so i can focus on writing as a hobby. however, my current job of teaching kids to read is also very fun :)

💙 Blog established: february 2022

❤️ Reason for URL: had dinner at friday’s that night and based it on their slogan "gere, it's always friday." my blog title used to be "here, it's always whumpsday."

💛 Fave Whump Tropes: immortal whumpees, nonhuman whumpees (especially vampires or demons), whumper turned whumpee, tiny whump, deprivation of basic needs (food, water, sleep, touch, air. especially air), claustrophobia, gore, captivity, recovery / comfort / sweet sweet caretaking

💙 Projects you’re working on: mainly just my main series, Kane & Jim! tried adding other stuff before and stretched myself too thin, so just that for now, plus some one-shots.

❤️ Favorite color: red

💛 Anything else you’d like to add: this is my favorite seasonal whump event, bar none. i love the little activities and how the writing prompts leave breathing room by being spread out.

@whumpmasinjuly

[cepheusgalaxy]

Whumpmas in July - day 1: (re) introdruce yourself!

[Plain Text: Whumpmas in July - day 1: (re) introdruce yourself! /end PT.]

❤️ Name: Molly! Or most commonly, Angel

💚 Pronouns: they/it, sometimes he, and in Portuguese (the language I speak) elu/dile/-e, sometimes ele

🤍 Favorite season: Summer, bc it's school break and my birthday!

❤️ Average amount of sleep: 10 hours. I'm Sleeping Beauty

💚 Dream Job: *sighs dreamily* Writer for books AND musicals

🤍 Blog established date: Around mid-May 2023

❤️ Username/blog meaning: The "cepheus" part is a thing between me and my friends, and the galaxy was put in there just to match tbh

💚 Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, watching shows and un/fortunately complaining about media I don't like

🤍 What you love about whump: The angst ^^

❤️ Anything else to add: I'm a latine black person, I'm aroace and recently I found out that I'm genderfaunan! My favorite whump tropes are magical whump, caretaker whump and defiant whumpees <2 And I also have an art sideblog at @cepheusart

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

[whump-n-comfort]

🔪 this is a sideblog! if you see interactions from a blog called @halorocks1214 in your notifications, that's me :)

🩹 on that note, I go by Halo! I use she/her and he/him pronouns and am proudly aroace 💚💜

🔪 I'm one of those guys that has always been into whump as a kid—I REALLY enjoyed the kidnapping episodes in animated shows lol—but didn't have a name for that enjoyment until I got onto Tumblr and immediately felt at home with all y'all cool people 😎

🩹 as you may have seen by this blog's title and description, most of this blog's motif is sharing hurt/comfort content! I will be upfront and say that I project a loooot onto my faves, which is why I like to see them comforted so much (touch starvation is a bitch 😔) and in general prefer "soft whump" most of the time or explicit happy endings for the harder tropes i'm into

🔪 however, I still also enjoy whump because of its core foundation: being able to beat the shit out of your favorite character. sometimes, I will find something that does not have comfort in it that I want to share because it's simply too good not to! if all you're here for is that sweet sweet comfort, feel free to blacklist the tag #no comfort to avoid those sparse posts :)

🩹 outside of that, I tag art as #art and gifs as #gif as well as gifsets as #gifset when applicable; #whump trope for the posts that get more descriptive and #whump prompt for the posts that are more quotes/"fill in your characters here"-type interactions; #whump meme is self-explanatory and #whump community is for sharing love to all you lovely people out here browsing this corner of Tumblr; I occasionally tag #fave whumpee on characters that have stuck with me through the years (characters in the tag liable to change as time goes on); and of course, #~my stuff~ are the posts where I'm OP; #before whump was here is a cheeky tag I use for specific moments I remember feeling strong whumperflies for growing up but still had yet to learn about the term "whump" lmao

🔪 everything else is up in the air as tagging goes. I try my best to catch as many descriptors in a post as I can, but I'll admit some stuff could slip through. let me know if you think a post is missing something and I'll be sure to add proper tags 👍

🩹 my squicks are mainly things like pet whump, mind break, forced full-nudity, betrayal/broken trust between close characters (if it's because of a "twist villain" then that's fine), and heavy NSFW, so, for the most part, you won't see those on this blog, but my philosophy has always been that if it has comfort, I'm willing to give it a shot, so even if it's really rare, it could happen. remember to just let me know if I'm missing a tag!

🔪 my inbox is always open under the "💌 insert rambles here 💌" button if you ever wanna submit whumpy thoughts. I try to post everything I get, so feel free to hit me up! all answered asks regardless of what they contain will be tagged with #ramble tag

🩹 I will occasionally take requests in the form of "[A] replied to [B]" scenarios, sentence starters, or if you are feeling particularly nice, requests about my OCS! (questions and inquiries about them are always welcome regardless of request status) be sure to watch the "REQUEST:" blip in the description to see whenever they are open as I will switch "CLOSED" to "OPEN" to signify they are, and if they are open because of something like an ask game, I will convert the status into a link that will take you to the original game so you don't have to scroll through a bajillion things to get to it

🔪 as mentioned, this is 99% a SFW "soft" whump blog, but I still support my more NSFW and otherwise "dark" whumpers! I am a firm believer in that there is no "correct" way to enjoy whump. whatever your reason is that makes you enjoy it is valid and as long as you are properly tagging your content then keep on doing stuff that brings you joy :) we may not interact with each other all that often because of squicks or personal preferences, but just know that I will have your back and defend your right to write whatever you want ❤️‍🔥

🩹 I do believe those are all the topics I wanted to cover, so if you managed to make it this far, thanks for checking out my blog, and most importantly, the whump community in general! If you decide to stay, well, then hope you enjoy it to your fullest capabilities :D

[justwhumpythings]

For the ask game:

16, 19, and 8

8. Opinion on whump without a whumper? Ex: Whumpee falling into an ice-cold river and getting hypothermia.

I feel weirdly. In principle I love it, but in practice I tend to find my whump more interesting when there's malice behind the suffering befalling the whumpee*. But I would never say no! It's like the whole-grain bread of whump to me I guess. Rarely a first choice but a great staple.**

*I'm also very specific about how I like my whump-with-whumpers in ways that I haven't really worked out how to articulate yet.

**(Tbh I enjoy whole-grain bread a lot often more as an adult lol)

16. What made you create this blog? Do you have any regrets/things you wish you did differently?

I came across whumpers on tumblr and after like, a two week pause to process the existence of others like me, I was like 'I MUST JOIN THEM'. I do kind of wish I didn't have my personal account as a sideblog to this now because I can only interact as my whumpsona, even in non-whump places.

19. Opinion on all hurt no comfort?

Depends how much it hurts me? Sometime I think my line is 'I can dish it out but I can't take it' lol, seeing as I love a good deathfic. Some fics I've read have just ended too sad for me. Unless my heart gets broken though I don't mind no comfort, though I probably prefer to know in advance that that's what's going to happen.

Thanks for the questions!

[weepingwhump]

hiya and welcome to whumpblr!

i have a question for you if you've got time to answer :D

what is your favourite kind of nonhuman whumpee? what sort of traits do you like to see them-- physical, behavioural, personality-wise etc?

(i'm @emcscared-whumps , not that tunglr would ever let me send an ask as my sideblog lol ^-^')

hello hello!

i have a personal fondness towards “living weapons.” creatures who are just so broken and beaten that they only know how to take orders.

i love whumpee’s with big claws, horns, wings, etc. things that can be clipped/cut/removed as a method of “taming.”

personality-wise, i love it when big creatures are all made helpless. bonus if we get to watch them go from a feral, fierce beast into a meek little animal!!