#I kinda want them to become a regular whumper

[foogadooga]

roleplay

hello! I’ve been looking for more people to roleplay with so I’m deciding to say something, we can rp here, or on discord but either way I’d appreciate at least messaging here first (so I know I can trust you)

I do want to say I prefer to play children, however doesn’t mean I can’t gladly play adults! I can usually match length too!

I don’t really play whumpers very often, but I do play both caretakers and whumpee! (With a preference for whumpee)

Looking for caretaker:

Y/c (caretaker) was at home. Their friend killcode had gone home a few hours ago and they were relaxing for a bit, when there was a knock on the door. but opening it revealed two of killcodes three kids (prob won’t play them as literally kids because yeah unless your chill with that) standing at the door, one visibly beat up and passed out while the older of the two was holding them. “Please. Help.” The older one. Whispered slightly.

y/c (caretaker) works at a popular coffee and pastry shop. It's a nice place and opened just recently. One day a guy came in, followed by a dozen young children, quickly order a pastry for each of them plus a tea for himself. The guy came back a few days later by himself but he seemed much different. He seemed to lack any confidence he had when he was there with the little kids, but non the less he gave his order and sat down. After a few months he was becoming a regular and y/c was growing interested in the shy teacher.

Y/c (caretaker) was walking around an old abandoned hideout for eclipse (known whumper) with some friends when they found a journal that use to be eclipses, containing notes about two experiments he had been working on, each one was sickening and more like torture then anything, but what was worse was when y/c hears banging coming from a near by room.

It was raining and Y/c (caretaker) was walking home with their friend. But when they get home they notice a few suspicious boxes on their porch. Friendships are broken, y/c learns parts about themself they never knew existed, but most importantly. Now theyre stuck with these.

Looking for whumpee:

Moon (caretaker) and eclipse (bad caretaker) were going on a late night coffee run, it was raining out and it was almost 1 am, but eclipse insisted they get his kinda coffee, so moon gave in and went to get him coffee, but on the way they found y/c (whumpee) injuried

[susiequaz12]

Immortal Whumpee- Vampire AU

This is technically part 3 of my Immortal Whumpee series, though this is in a different universe. Here’s Part 1 and Part 2 if you want to read more of this Whumpee, who now has a name! It’s Lo, short for Marlowe. Anyways, enjoy! And thanks to @whumpy-writings who inspired me with all their fantastic vampire whump.

CW: Immortal whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, vampire whumper, starvation, blood, vampire feeding, manhandling, intimate whumper, noncon touching and noncon kiss (nonsexual).

Lo didn’t know how they had been found.

It had been weeks of starving, running, hiding, all in a panic, all in an attempt to stay hidden. To stay out of their way.

But even though starvation, dehydration, and the affects of the weather couldn’t stop them, they couldn’t keep running for forever.

“I knew I smelled you out here. I’ve been tracking you for weeks.” The figure loomed over where they lay, their shadow hidden in the dark. “How are you still alive?”

They chuckled, pulling their knees into their chest. “Funny, I could say the same thing about you.”

“Won’t you come out?” The creature teased.

“No- I don’t think I will.” Lo retreated further back into the bushes where they had been camping out, but before they could protest anymore, their ankle was grabbed.

“It wasn’t a question.”

The creature growled as they were dragged away from their safety, pulling them out into the open clearing. The moon glowed in the sky ahead and Lo quickly realized just how small they really were compared to them.

The creature was dressed in a black robe, almost like something out of a fairy tale. Their figure seemed to grow larger and larger as they stood to their full height, dragging their captive by the ankle behind them.

“Oh I have been starving.”

“Let me go!” They cried.

In a flash of swift movement they were pinned to the ground. Lo could feel the weight on top of them, their wrists held together in a single, stronger grip.

They were thrashing about, trying to kick the creature off of them, and then their hair was grabbed.

Lo screamed as their neck was wrenched to the side and they saw the sharp fangs coming towards them before they dug into their neck.

The vampire gave a hum of satisfaction as they sucked in the blood. It was their first feed in nearly a month. Humans had been getting more scarce and harder to find, which led vampires to get more greedy, more vicious and cruel towards each other.

The vampire knew that they should probably share. They should take this human back to their camp and let the others have a turn.

But as the warmth of the blood soaked through their fangs, washing down their tongue and throat, they couldn’t stop.

The whimpers of the human soon died out and it laid there beneath the vampire, eyes wide with tears, chest heaving with trembling breaths.

They pulled away, glancing at their first meal in ages.

Little streams of blood began to seep from the two, tiny puncture holes. They had stopped struggling so much, so the vampire let their arms fall towards their sides to the ground. The human’s mouth uttered a single plea- a mercy not to drain them. But the vampire had made up their mind.

They cradled the back of the human’s neck in one hand, and lapped up the blood that had spilled around their marks. It tasted so good- so rich, and filling- but they needed more.

The human let out a strangled cry as their neck was punctured once more, and the vampire continued to drink.

Eventually the body beneath them became lifeless. The skin was pale and colorless, and not an ounce of breath whispered from their lips.

The vampire licked up the last drops of blood and wiped their mouth clean. They sat back against a nearby tree, sighing, feeling full for the first time in what felt like forever.

It was still dark outside when Lo came to. Their head was pounding and they felt extremely cold. Almost colder then that time they had froze to death. Their breathing was shallow, so they lay still for a few moments before trying to get up and look around.

“Shit.”

Lo’s heart leapt into their chest.

“I thought I drained you?”

“Shit-” they whispered. “I thought you were gone.” They let out a groan- trying to scooch away from the vampire but their body felt so tired.

The vampire crouched in front of Lo, and gripped their chin in a pale, cold hand.

“How did you not die? Did I not drain you fully? But even so you’re not even pale, or-”

“Don’t touch me-” Lo pulled themselves away, but instead the vampire gripped the back of their hair, and stood to their full height. Lo was forced to rise up onto their tiptoes, barely even coming to the vampires shoulder. “Let me go!”

They felt themselves rising above the ground as they were flung over the vampires shoulder and they began to march out of the clearing.

“You’re so light.”

“Put me down!” They screamed, pounding against the Vampires back.

“No thank you, you’re the first human I’ve come across- the first human my whole camp has come across in over a month. I’ll drag you back there kicking and screaming if I have to.”

Lo was going to take that as a challenge.

“You little piece of-” The vampire threw Lo to the ground as they kicked and cried, trying to wriggle out of their grasp. They rolled across the dirt and grass, trying to crawl away back into the bushes but it was no use. The vampire was much stronger and faster then they were.

Once more Lo found themselves pinned underneath the creature, trying to gasp for breath as they were crushed under the weight.

“I really should’ve brought some rope or something.” They gripped the human’s hands as they tried to hit and scratch, screaming and wiggling the entire time. They pinned Lo’s hands down by their sides on the ground, using their knees to keep them restrained. Leaning over the human they gripped the back of their neck, tilting their head back, and gripped their chin in the other hand.

“What are you doing! Let go o-”

Lo’s words were muffled as the vampire’s mouth covered theirs. They could feel their fangs poking behind their own teeth, a long tongue keeping their mouth pried open. Lo tried to turn their head away- to squirm and get their mouth away from the unwanted attention, but they were so much weaker compared to them.

They began to choke as a thick, sour substance began trickling down the back of their throat. Lo’s eyes grew wide and their chest heaved as they tried to breathe, but the vampire refused to move.

The vampire pulled away for a brief second, enough to let Lo breathe for a moment, but their lips still brushed across the human’s as they spoke.

“You need to swallow damn it.”

Their mouth was back over Lo’s, injecting more of the substance from their fangs, and eventually the body beneath them began to involuntarily relax as they swallowed.

The vampire pulled away, sitting back from where they were straddling the human’s hips, and watched as their eyes glazed over, their vision turning glossy and their breaths deepened.

“What’dyou- what did you do to me?” They asked. Their words were mumbled together, speech sloppy.

The vampire shrugged, rising to their feet.

“I had to find some way to restrain you. You weren’t being very cooperative.” They wiped their mouth off on the sleeve of their robe. “There’s more where that came from so I suggest you comply from now on, okay?”

“W-what?” Lo’s world was spinning as they were scooped off of the ground and flung over the vampire’s shoulder. They closed their eyes tight- everything was fuzzy- their head pounding, and limbs heavy.

“Venom.” The vampire chuckled at how light and easy they were to carry now. “It’s enough to hopefully last until we get back to camp before sunrise.”

Lo shook their head- watching the ground begin to move quicker underneath them as the vampire began walking through the trees.

“I-don- don’t wanna go- don’t-” They felt sick.

The vampire chuckled, gripping their captive’s legs tighter as they stepped over a fallen log. “Oh don’t worry, everyone is going to love you.”

Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @whumpsday

[crackedcrystal]

Intro Post

Sup, welcome to my Whump Blog.

I'll probably update or edit this post as things go along.

You can just call me Cracked or Cracked Crystal or whatever.

I go by she/her.

To start off, ever since I was young I've been drawn to these types of things. I just kinda like them, and sometimes they'll give me butterfly-type feelings. Which I kinda seek everytime.

I didn't really understand it, and I would write about it without knowing what it was. So later on, it was nice to learn I wasn't alone on this. But since I'm incredibly shy I just kind of looked at alot of whump-relates Tumblr blogs without making an actual account for over a year I wanna say (I have way to many saved tabs lol).

I got a boyfriend, he already knows and we happily tease about it together. In fact, you have him to partially thank for the existence of this blog.

I'm into art. Both traditional and digital. I still have yet to set up a thing for commissions but I do want to at one point. I also have a different and regular Tumblr account but I'm going to do my best not to link the two, obviously. This is just for whump stuff.

I also have stories and as a result- alot of OCs. Which I'll probably be making art of in the future and posting here. (Although I can't gurentee every single OC post will stick around depending on what I do with the stories in the future)

I hope to get more engaged in the community, despite my shyness (about everything lol). I'm not really worried about popularity or anything like that. But if you have any questions or want to talk feel free.

My OCs (All with some sort of ability and strong whump potential) - (DMs only (sorry))

Whump events I've participated in:

Whumptober 2022 (Masterlist)

Febuwhump2023 (Masterlist) (comepleted)

-Now for my whump trope list-

In no particular order

Absolute favorites

Lab and subject expiements stuff

Magical and power caused whump. Either by curses or side effects to that ability (I like to get real particular and specific with it too lol)

General weakness

General Fear (and sometimes paranoia)

(intense) nightmares

Passing out

Bleeding out/Blood loss

Impaled or stabbed

Dizziness and vertigo

Unconfused eyes and mental confusion

To weak to stand/faltering

Coughing up blood (or some kind of blood equivalent)

Cuffs, Chains, or bound whumpee (+struggling and straining)

Entanglement or trapped in a vulnerable spot

Vines or ya know, the restraints that are alive or controlled by an outside force.

Whumper become the whumpee

A sudden cause of pain that takes whumpee by surprise

The pain or weakness eventually overcoming a very determined or emotional whumpee (suddenly succumbing)

Self inflicted wounds

Painful nessiarily for healing or getting over something worse

Posioning/posioned

Betrayal and backstab (mayhr even revealed by a physical attack, such as a literal stab).

Smart whumpee slowly manipulating the current situation to their benfit, but still having to go through all the suffering regardless to get to a point.

Vampire whump (both victim and vampire)

Snakes. Squeezing and posion bite.

Choking and stragulation

Breath knocked out (and that's just the start of what's to come)

Being dragged towards the danger

A lil' bit of manhandling

Long progression of curse or posion that slowly gets worse (and worse).

Some psycological and moral complexity of the whumpee, whumper, and/or caretaker. (And some angst lol)

Caretaker become whumpee (most of the time)

Whumpee being harmed during a running scene.

Drowning and water related scenes.

Whumper having (slow) change or heart and begrudgingly being a caretaker

Whumpee having to save the whumper or caretaker (despite wounds)

Electrocution

Trembling

Memories and flashbacks and panic over that (usually alone)

Whumper or unwilling teamate taking advantage of a whumpee's (pre-existing) injury (clutching it to make them succumb or get their point across)

Webbed up.

Held captive (usually)

Jail or designated lab cell.

Headache that keeps getting worse and worse

Once defiant, now broken. (+Whumpee's previous confident demeanour suddenly or even slowly shattering, from the personal or/and physical attacks that cut just a bit to deep)

Immortal whumpees or characters that aren't quite human, that aren't used to or supposed to feel pain, feeling pain.

Certain royal whumpees

Angel and demon whump (of course), or just whumpees with wings.

Gunshots to the whumpee (usually)

Certain types of minimal torture

^ (including stuff like really hot or really cold things being pressed up against skin and watch them shudder aaaaa)

Multiple whumpers

Dark room and/or blindfolded (they don't know what's coming to them)

Some intimate whumpers.

Failed escape

Character who risks their life a little to often (sometimes due to feelings of worthlessness)

Nausea

Starvation (and sometimes dehydration)

Just won't die

Loss of control over self mentally or physically (such as a body part being controlled by an outside or unwanted force)

Whumpee uncomfort

Those slight sounds

But also- AGONYYY

Ok/mid things (still like them but to moderate or fluctuating degrees. It can also depend on the scene)

Emotional whump (sadness ig)

Recovery (or very typical caretaker and whumpee tend-to scenes)

Military whump

Whumpee dies

Mob situations (close to favorite)

Non-human whumpees (depends, half the time it's a favorite)

Regular coughing

Colds and most sickness whump

Collars

Hypothermia

Defiant whumpee

Cages

Whipping (sometimes will be a favorite though, depends on the scene)

Temporily blindness

Spider and creepy crawlies (the bigger the better, the smaller the more nah)

Severe burning (the more burning the more nah it is)

Nosebleed

Headwound itself

Memory loss (close to nah)

Live action whump (very rare when it's a favorite)

Begging

Overdosing (can really fluctuate between mid and favorite and sometimes nah)

Depressed whumpee

Injections

Ehhhhhh- Nah.

(very) intense gore and guts

That one moment where something sharp and sometimes needle like it slowly gonna pierce an eye

Most Pet whump stuff (some can be mid)

Most female whump

Way to much screaming

Genuine concussion

Blood-gut squishing noises (ya know the sound effect)

Overkill (with just about anything)

Almost all surgery without anesthesia (some can be mid tho)

Teeth pulling

Amputation, missing limbs.

Minor or pregnant whumpees. (Cool if caretaker tho)

Vomiting (a little bit is usually fine)

[when-the-feet-hurt]

cw: drug mention, guns, murder

“It’s really amazing how far technology has advanced, isn’t it? I mean, just one hundred years ago, we were fighting with rifles and bayonets and had to reload them every second, but now all we have to do is shove a magazine inside one and pull the trigger, and bam! It fires a bullet! And the crazy thing is, this isn’t even that powerful! Especially when you compare it to things like assault rifles and machine guns. I wish I could get my hands on one of those, but it’s impossible with my record,” Whumper sighs. A smile quickly replaces the dejected look on their face as they hold up a bullet, running their finger around the tip. “At least I have these, though. They’re not too bad, and they’re a lot of fun.”

Whumpee glares at Whumper, face contorted with contempt as they inch away from Whumper and closer to the dirty wall. Their chest rises and falls with their shallow breaths. Are they even getting enough air?

Eh. That won’t matter in five minutes. “Say, Whumpee, do you know what this bad boy is?”

Still scowling, Whumpee shakes their head.

Whumper claps their hands together, bouncing around like a child. “Oh, great! I’m so happy I get to explain this to you, Whumpee!” They kneel down to eye level with Whumpee, holding the bullet just centimeters away from their eyes. “This is a hollow point bullet, Whumpee. It’s called that because of the little dip at the point—though I guess you could’ve figured that out on your own, huh? Weren’t you, like, a really good student? And didn’t you go to that snobby university up north? Oops, that’s not the point. Anyway, the purpose of this bad boy is to expand inside of the target, rather than exiting out of it like a regular bullet would. Causes a lot of damage. I’m glad I got my hands on some! The guy at the shop was kinda hesitant about selling them to me, and for a moment, I wanted to shoot him with one, but he sold them to me in the end, so he’s safe for now, I guess. Ah, I went off-topic again, didn’t I? Sorry. Anyway, the point is, these babies cause a lot of damage, and I’m so excited to try them out with you!”

“Fucking weirdo,” Whumpee spits.

“You’re so judgemental.” Whumper frowns, sticking out their lower lip and pouting. “Other people can have their silly little interests, but I can’t have mine? What a society we live in.”

Whumpee rolls their eyes. “Yeah. Society is so irrational for not letting freaks like you torture people for fun.”

“Freaks like me?” Whumper echoes, tapping their chin and looking up at the ceiling. “So politicians and celebrities can be as disgusting as they want, but whenever your average Joe does the same things, it’s suddenly wrong? Should I have gotten more money before indulging in my hobby? Maybe I should’ve become famous or a state representative or something?”

“Holy shit. Did your mom smoke crack when she was pregnant with you?”

Whumper narrows their eyes. “You know, that’s exactly why you’re locked up in here—that mouth of yours.”

Whumpee smirks. “Oh? Do you have mommy issues or—”

Whumper shoves the barrel of the gun into Whumpee’s mouth, and the safety clicks off as Whumper pulls on Whumpee’s curly brown hair. “Y’know, I was going to talk with you a bit longer before I used this, but if you’re that eager to get shot, who am I to complain?”

Tears stream out of Whumpee’s eyes. They shake their head.

“It’s kinda late for begging now, don't you think? Besides, I’m really itching to try these things out.” Whumper curls their finger around the trigger. “Maybe you should’ve thought before speaking.”

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Where are they Now?

I know it’s like a meme at this point that I have no freaking clue how to write comfort, but that doesn’t mean that everything is always bad for my bois. 

For each one, there’s substantially more years where they’re safe and happy rather than scared/in captivity/in danger. 

They each get happy endings, I just don’t know how to write them! So spoilers ahead, but not really cause they’re in the far future and I’m not sure I would never actually write them. So I guess it’s just content, lol. 

Spoilers under the cut for.... well everybody!

Nik (this includes some things that I will write, so more spoilery than the others)

Goes home. For real. He gets out, gets human caretakers (this part will be written) and goes home. He goes back to school because the schedule and familiarity is comforting. True to his word, he becomes a teacher and is a very, very good one. 

Later in life he’s known for his critical thinking and wisdom. He keeps in contact with his Human caretakers, staying a friend to their children’s children and down their line. 

Brody

Gets help. Gets out and finds Kayla and Aries to rebuild his family (plus a couple people he picks up along the way). He gets connected to an underground ring that helps former pets, gets his chip removed, earns his GED. 

Has a steady job, gets married, adopts a bunch of kids. Like 10. Some from the regular foster system, some rescued pets that are funneled to him. Full on 7 passenger van, little league and sleepovers family. 

Full on Dad. Like, top 5 worst Dad jokes and khakis. Loves his kids more than anything else in the world. Kayla and Aries live close by and pop in often. 

Silver

It takes time, but he evens out. Goes back to his colony and ends up going into their political/governmental system. He ends up managing/running a large section of the colony, and he does a damn good job. He’s on top of things, takes no shit, makes sure the people under him are treated fairly and respectfully. 

Takes control of his life and finds a professional to help him work through everything that he’s been through. Sees this person regularly for the rest of his life, the later years shifting more towards productivity, mindfulness and self-improvement vs recovery. 

Really popular, invited to every party because he’s a good boss and has countless stories to tell from his reckless youth. 

Hilton

Goes to school online, becomes a data analyst for DIFC. Genuinely enjoys his job and the life he built for himself. Griffin and him stay close, doing holidays together with their ragtag group of friends. 

Later in life, he works with other rare mutations that have harmful sides, mentoring them and helping them take control/feel comfortable with their powers. 

Still goes longboarding every weekend for the rest of his life.

Mark

Now, this one has 2 options but with the same end result, but varies cause the BBU isn’t mine and this would be in a timeline where it breaks apart: 

He blows to whistle on the whole operation. He gives the name of each and every person that knew he was a pet and knew what they were doing behind the scenes. Even from his prison cell, Douglas Archer as to admit that they might have gone a little overboard with the media training, as he’s totally untouchable. Plays into the media perfectly, projecting exactly what they want to see to make them listen to him and take action. 

Or 

Just, goes. Media wise, he just kinda says, “I’m done being famous. Fun while it lasted. Bye guys!” Gets out gets leverage that keeps him safe. They can’t come after him, and he gets some of the royalties to his music signed over to him. 

Either way: 

Takes back his old name, moves to Atlanta to become a music teacher and vocal coach. Grows out a scruffy beard and wears lot’s of beige sweaters. All his students know that the best way to get Mr. Braishfield on your side is to bring him coffee (he’ll already have one, but he’ll accept the second.) 

Sometimes does performances for fundraisers, but he only sings Blues again. He never does another cover of a pop song for as long as he lives. 

The shows still sell out when he has them, but he doesn’t care.

BONUS - the Whumpers get what’s coming to them. 

The Sorcerer - Death comes for us all. 

Sam - Insider trading, goes away for a couple years. No one will hire him when he gets back, and is forced to become a used car salesman. He goes bald and he’s very miserable. 

Corwin - The circus is investigated and he goes to jail for crimes unrelated to Sprite-abuse. 

Victoria/Tyler/Trevor/Conally - Victoria dies in a Syndicate raid, Tyler goes to prison for life, Trevor gets turned into a lab rat after the Syndicate decides he’s more useful that way, Conally is investigated and fired with all rank/honor/pension stripped. He drinks himself to uselessness. 

Douglas Archer - Mark might not call the ethics board on him, but that doesn’t mean that no on does. Goes to prison and goes bankrupt. 

Kasey - Gets the help she needs. Like really. She writes Mark a couple years later to apologize. He thanks her for and keeps in distant contact, but never sees her again. She understands.