#<-- 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!

[cowboy-anon]

MY BABY-

So he threaded in the unfamiliar ground. He would never expect the leaves to be hiding pits, so he silently screamed as his feet didn’t reach ground as expected, falling longer and twisting his feet, bringing him to the ground.

He whimpered in pain, trying to adjust himself, crawling amidst the leaves. Tears came to his eyes as his ankle got swollen and dark, and he grabbed it to cry. 

Exactly what I wanted, thank you :,,) <3

Haru accidentally trips and sprains/twists his ankle at Orfeu's? I just wanna see the boy cry and be comforted <33

cw pet whump, sprained ankle, failed escape attempt

He knew it was a bad idea to run off into the woods like this. It was so easy to get lost in the dark where it all looked the same, even with a trail to follow. And it always felt like something in the woods was unwelcoming, a lingering presence that did not want him there.

Still it shouldn’t be too long until he reached the road, and then… He didn’t know. He didn’t have a place to go, or a plan. 

He wasn’t even sure if he had a name – Master called him Haru, but wouldn’t he lose the right to have that if he chose to run away?

Well he could figure it out later, because if he thought too hard about it, he might as well turn back and return to his sad little life.

So he threaded in the unfamiliar ground. He would never expect the leaves to be hiding pits, so he silently screamed as his feet didn’t reach ground as expected, falling longer and twisting his feet, bringing him to the ground.

He whimpered in pain, trying to adjust himself, crawling amidst the leaves. Tears came to his eyes as his ankle got swollen and dark, and he grabbed it to cry. 

He… just lays on the ground, in the bed of leaves, because now continuing onwards feels impossible, and it’s dark and it’s cold, and they keep falling, piling on top of his body like a blanket. 

He’s fished out from the leaves eventually, Master picking him up in his arms. He figures he wasn’t that far from the house… still on the trail, the lights still in sight, as he’s carried back there. 

He cuddles up. Somehow he doesn’t feel scared, as Master doesn’t look angry. He is speaking softly to Haru… but he’s really not paying any attention. He’s happy to be carried back home.

[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.

-

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

event: @whumpmasinjuly @gianttol @promptsforyourwhumpfic

[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

[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.

[whumpshaped]

Been thinking about a mock execution followed by a mock resurrection in a cult setting. Like… Whumpee watched their best friend be ‘killed’ and now the cult demands all this stuff for the ‘ritual’ to bring them back and by the end Whumpee is so brainwashed they’ll play the role of being mock executed to help bring people into the cult. Deception isn’t that big a deal if it’s saving someone’s soul, and they should know- they’ve turned out fine

- @another-whump-sideblog

ok i realise this is different from the prompt because whumpee doesnt actually know theyre participating in deception..... but i think its still pretty good

tw cult setting, religious whump, murder, manipulation, conditioning, noncon drugging

There was nothing they could do. They couldn't stand up and rush over to the priest, they couldn't get their friend off the altar, they couldn't even move. They were surrounded by all their other friends and loved ones who didn't move a muscle either, didn't even bat an eye as the priest raised the ritual knife. If they had stood up and opposed this madness, they would've been shunned.

So they stayed put and watched. They gripped the edge of their seat and tried to blink away their tears, hoping that at the end of all this chanting the priest would do something symbolic instead of literally stabbing their best friend. Maybe it was a test of faith. Maybe if they stayed put, the priest would reward them by not murdering their friend.

When the knife came down, Whumpee almost saw it in slow motion. Their eyes were helplessly locked on the scene as the priest buried the knife hilt-deep inside their friend's abdomen, but they couldn't make a single sound of protest. They couldn't believe it. It just wasn't real. It couldn't be.

They watched as their friend's head lolled to the side, glassy eyes staring into their very soul. They watched as the body went limp and was carried away, and they stayed in their seat, only moving to kneel for prayer once everyone else did so as well.

Their friend was gone. What were they even praying for?

"Whumpee."

They turned towards the source of the voice, finding themself staring at the priest. The church was empty. They were still kneeling. They must've zoned out.

"I'm sorry, I... I'll leave. Sorry. I didn't realise–"

"I would like to talk to you, actually. I know you must be experiencing a lot of emotions regarding today's events."

"I... I have questions."

The priest smiled and extended a hand. "Come. I'll answer them all to the best of my abilities."

-

"They said they would be resurrected," Whumpee said quietly. "I thought... I thought it was a metaphor. I didn't know... I'm sorry, I'm still so new to all of this, I don't understand how– how they could give their life so willingly– they said they'd seen others be resurrected, and they trusted me, and I just... I don't know what they trusted me with."

"Their life, of course."

Whumpee's eyes widened. "But– was I supposed to stop it? They said not to stop it! They said to trust in you like they trusted in me! And I did, I didn't stop it–"

"Calm down, child. Allow me to explain the process behind the sacrifice."

Whumpee took a shaky breath and tried to settle down. They wiped the tears from their eyes and gestured for the priest to go on, putting on their best listening face.

"People volunteer to become sacrificial lambs for those closest to them. Your friend volunteered their life to strengthen your faith, and they trust that you won't run away from the trial. Because if your faith is strong enough, you can bring them back."

"Bring them back..?"

"Of course. They weren't lying about having seen many resurrections. They have even resurrected a friend before themself. They were just as shaken as you are now, but they decided to trust in God, strengthen their faith, and go through with the ritual."

Whumpee felt like they were being lied to. Who could even bring back someone from the dead? If anyone, it certainly wasn't them. But if their friend had also done it... and if they were now counting on them... "I've never seen any resurrections before," they said miserably. "It sounds..."

"Impossible?" Whumpee slowly nodded, and the priest chuckled. "Yes, it does. But that is part of the trial. You see, those who have never gone through resurrecting a friend or loved one aren't allowed to participate in sacrificial sermons, unless it's their very own — which is what you've just taken part in. Once you've seen something happen in front of your very eyes, it's quite easy to believe it could happen again. But believing that even something that sounds entirely impossible, something you have never witnessed before could happen because of your trust and devotion? That is true faith."

True faith... But how were they supposed to believe something so outrageous? "I, I'm not sure I can do that," they stammered. They didn't even attempt to hold back their tears this time. "My friend– my friend trusted me this much? Why? Why, when I can't– I can't imagine how one could believe in such a thing! I wasn't ready! They gave their life for someone like me, and I'm not even– I'm not even faithful enough to, to bring them back!"

"They trusted you because they believed you were ready." The priest reached out and gently took their hand in their own. "They came to consult me about it, and I told them that I shared their sentiment."

"Why would you–"

"Because you are, child. You are ready. And I can help you grow your faith in the coming three days before the resurrection ceremony. I can help you trust. And I will, if you ask me to." They paused for a moment, their determined expression softening into something more understanding. "You can also choose to walk away from the trial, of course. Nobody can stop you. I know your friend would never hold it against you."

"How can you even say that?" they sobbed. "You murdered my friend, and now you're saying I have a chance to undo it, and– and that I can walk away? Of course I can't. I can't. I can't let them die if there's another way!"

"I assumed you would say that. And your friend did too."

-

Whumpee barely slept in those three days. They were advised to fast, read the holy texts, and pray. Nothing else mattered. They told themself over and over that everything was possible for God, that the people who said they'd already witnessed several resurrections weren't lying, that if they believed hard enough their friend would come back and hug them and tell them they'd done well.

On the day of the ceremony, Whumpee was sweating bullets. They were terrified that their faith hadn't grown enough to bring a person back to life. As they walked up to the altar with their dead friend on top of it, they thought they might pass out.

"Let us pray," the priest said loudly, and Whumpee heard the sound of a hundred people all get onto their knees. They lowered themself to the floor as well, clasping their hands together with the desperation of someone who was truly suffering. "Lord, examine the heart of Your humble servant closely. Reward their faith if it pleases You, and give them the gift of life and love. Show them that with faith, everything is possible."

The crowd murmured the word 'amen', and Whumpee took a deep breath. "Amen."

Days without food had weakened their body, and they felt lightheaded as they rose to their feet again. They looked down at their dead friend, then up at the priest and the religious symbols on the wall behind them. In that moment, a wave of complete and utter peace washed over them. They knew that everyone in the room trusted the same God as them, and that they had all seen this happen before. Nothing was impossible.

"I believe," they whispered, and the priest took their hand and gently guided it to their friend's chest.

"Let it happen according to your faith."

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Whumpee broke down in tears as soon as they felt it, dropping right back to their knees while muttering words of gratutude and worship. Their faith had been enough. Their friend was alive! Their friend was alive again, because they had trusted and believed!

"Praise be," they choked out, and the priest laughed.

"Praise be!" they repeated joyfully, and the people behind them enthusiastically joined in.

-

"I can't believe I'm about to spring this on my friend," Whumpee said with a grin. "Like you did to me! That was the scariest day of my entire life, and I'm about to do it to someone else..."

"But it was followed by the best day of your life, wasn't it?" Their friend was cheery as ever, the scar on their stomach carefully covered up by several layers of clothes. "Your faith would not be as stable as it is if I hadn't done that! And now you get to help your friend like I helped you."

"You're right. Besides, I'm sure they'll do amazingly." Their smile faltered, and they stopped walking. "Were you scared? Before the big day?"

Their friend turned around to be able to look them in the eyes, but there was nothing on their face that indicated that this question was a bad one. They looked compassionate. "Yes, I was. Not because I thought you wouldn't pass the trial, just... I knew it would hurt."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Their friend nodded a little, and absentmindedly raised a hand to their stomach. "It's over quite quickly, though. Quicker than I'd assumed."

Whumpee nodded as well, but then quickly went back to their joyful attitude from before. "Well, no need to be sad about it! It's for a good cause, and I'm happy to be a part of it!"

Their friend smiled back. "Yes. It's quite the thrilling experience."

-

The priest was quite pleased when Whumpee sought them out to talk about the sacrifice. They were eager to continue the cycle, which was always a good sign. It meant that they didn't suspect a thing.

They talked to Whumpee for a good while, answering all the questions they had with utter nonsense they made up on the spot. There was no truth to any of it, really, but all the idiots in the group ate it up. The real preparation started once Whumpee was out of the room.

They prepared a portion of their special drug cocktail, the one they used to coat the ritual knife. It had some anaesthetics in it to dull the pain, and of course something that would cause the subject to black out quite quickly. It gave the very convincing impression of seeing somebody die on the altar.

They prepared all the IVs and the surgical equipment, making sure everything was clean and in order. They couldn't have the sacrifice actually die, after all. No, they had to be kept in a limbo for three days, not dead but not awake either. The only time the heart needed to be stopped was right before the ceremony, in case someone got overwhelmed and decided to check for a pulse before they gave the go-ahead.

The priest pulled out one of the drawers, grimacing when they realised they would need to cook up a new batch of the other drug as well, the one they used to restart circulation. It was always remarkably easy to inject the sacrifice while all the sheep had their heads bowed in prayer. No one ever looked. No one ever noticed.

For all they knew, they were witnessing one resurrection after the other.

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em

[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 :])

[cowboy-anon]

Just two babies!! <3

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

[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]

intro + (eventual) masterlist

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

you can call me elle :) - she/her - 20

blog will be mostly reposts (drabbles, series, prompts, gifs, etc.) and occasionally my own writing maybe

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI

more info beneath the cut:

favorite whump tropes:

team whump

nsfwhump

lady thump

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

not always for me but occasionally like it

pet whump/BBU

lab whump (sometimes LOVE)

whumper turned whumpee

whumpee turned whimper

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

[i-eat-worlds]

Hello!

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My name is Worlds! I write hurt/comfort, whump, and occasional gore. I love to talk, and asks and dms are always open. Pop in and say hi!

Favorite Whump Tropes:

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Medical Whump and Lab whump

Hyper-accurate medical treatment

Medic!Caretakers

Pet Whump and Conditioned Whumpees

Recovery Whump

Living Weapon Whumpees

Immortal Whump

Links:

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AO3

Whump Recommendations

My Writing Masterlist

Whump Community for Palestine

Sideblogs:

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Star Wars Sideblog: @clonecyartomad

RP Sideblog: @dr-elba-arklin

[diamond-flavored-whump]

Something I love about Whump is that I have three posts that are just. Slowly accumulating notes. Forever. Someone reblogs something I posted, and ninety percent of the time, it's one of those three posts. Two of them are already over a thousand.

Meanwhile on my main blog, the best post I ever had was an incorrect quote, which only got a hundred notes and stopped after a month.

For the record, the three popular posts are:

Caretakers with wings (https://www.tumblr.com/diamond-flavored-whump/727390292526972928/caretakers-with-wings-wings-wrapping-around-a)

Best ways to restrain your Whumpee (https://www.tumblr.com/diamond-flavored-whump/727641319007191040/best-ways-to-restrain-your-whumpees-a-subjective)

Living weapon waking up in a bed (https://www.tumblr.com/diamond-flavored-whump/727119354222788608/living-weapon-whumpee-bloody-and-barely)

And the one on my main blog is here: https://www.tumblr.com/diamond-blade/701294691073785856/virgil-on-tumblr

[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