#but it’s on my whump blog

[ash-isnt-writing]

“Fake it if you don’t belong here.” - The Hell Strip, Part 2.

Characters used/Mentioned: Vanté Ramirez (OC), Zuriel Damaris ( @p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r )

A/N: Dw there’s probably gonna be more parts than this, maybe turning this into a full series. I’m not quite sure yet. Also here’s part 1 for anybody who needs it.

DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT MAY BE DISTRESSING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS! I will try my best to tag as much as I can, but in case I miss anything, proceed with caution. Reader discretion is advised. I will not take credit for neglecting this warning. As of this, every post associated with this series will simply be marked as “STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY” for I’m really not going to write this every single time.

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Vanté sighed, running a hand through his hair. Coming back here always felt… off, especially now that none of his other family were present down here, his father especially.

The towering black granite walls didn’t feel as intimidating anymore, and he felt like he was allowed a new freedom. Now that he wasn’t holed up inside the walls, not allowed to leave and unable to make it out, it felt more like a home.

Juggling his usual life and the castle was… certainly a task, but he got it done anyway. And every time it brought new challenges.

Just like today. When Vanté heard about his son’s fall, he quite literally dropped everything. He couldn’t imagine Zuriel being the one to fall. Zuriel, who was highly appraised by the Gods, an angel of perfection and grace. The only thing that could have made it fall is if it were tainted by a demon… but that was impossible. Right?

“Guards, I’m heading out” He said as he slipped his coat on. The two nearby castle guards nodded, one of them speaking up.

“Where to, your highness?”

“There’s been an incident in the square” Vanté responded. “It requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course” The guard nodded. “I just worry with you suddenly rushing into this. I feared it was some danger.”

“It could be if you don’t stop your yapping, boy.” Vanté warned with a glare.

The young guard immediately went quiet, shifting on the spot. He knew better than to ignore Vanté’s warnings. All of staff did. As much as he wasn’t usually one to get violent, he was also very intimidating when he did.

Vanté took his leave, eyes constantly zipping around as he made his way through the mess of lights and buildings and demons of guilty pleasures. To him, it was ever more familiar each time he came down here. He was accustomed to the chaos of his people and how they spent their time among the neon lights and the messy streets.

But it would be like a nightmare for Zuriel, and he knew that. Crowded places were never its thing, which is what scared him so much. He wanted him to be alone here for as little time as possible.

Upon that thought, his eyes landed on a familiar, frail figure, wandering around and trying to figure out his way, trying to understand where it was and what was going on.

“Zuriel!” He yelled as he spotted his son, breaking into a sprint to catch up to him. Zuriel barely had time to process before he was scooped up and into his father’s arms, Vanté’s eyes taking in every part of him, scanning for injuries, registering the changes.

“Oh, kiddo…” He mumbled, beginning to walk back to the castle. He kissed its forehead, ignoring the multitude of people staring at him, not only because he was the heir to the throne, but because of the fallen angel in his arms. “It’s okay, ‘m here… you must be so scared…”

Zuriel stuck close to Vanté. He helped calm it, at least a little. He was a breath of fresh air in all of this distress and uncertainty, the familiarity it needed right now. After all this pain and uncertainty…

“Am- Am I stuck down here?” Zuriel asked meekly, looking up at its father.

Vanté met his gaze. Zuriel didn’t belong here. If not in the Upperworld, then he’d find somewhere for him to stay in the Overworld. But he wasn’t staying down here, that’s for sure.. “…Not if I have anything to say about it.”

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[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[whumping-valentine]

I think we as a community underestimate how truly terrifying it is to be stuck/restrained, and the panic response that comes with it. I got my hand lodged in a tight place, and while it was very simple to get it unstuck, it wasn't as easy as a simple slip. It was scary just to have my hand stuck of my own actions, while knowing how to get it unstuck.

So imagine the terror that ensues when it's your entire body, restrained by someone who wants to do you harm. Plus, the panic that comes as as result causes you to pull or fight against whatever it is that has you, which is painful. Trying to tug and force your way out of a situation will only cause you to hurt and become even more panicked when it doesn't work. Just. We need to describe that terror more I think.

[rongzhi]

ゴニン (1995)

[whumper-whimsy]

drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

[whumpy-wyrms]

when the guy who sort of rescued you from your last captor is actually about to chop off your fucking wings with a bonesaw because they’re apparently a painful reminder of your past (he wants to help you forget those painful memories by creating new, worse painful memories to focus on instead) anyways Vian is a freak and i think we should kill him!!!!

(doodle of a scene from a rp i’m doing with @loonybun with Dew and their character Vian :3)

[defire]

Things to say if someone you know finds your whump blog

(mean family vibes)

No, it's not a kink

You weren't supposed to see that

I have 10 followers so you are outvoted unfortunately

Why are you offended? I didn't use your real name

I thought you said you liked tragedy

Am I making you uncomfortable yet? There's more where that came from

I'm sorry

I hate to break it to you but my writing is nothing in comparison to what you will find in real life

Well, I suppose it's time you heard about my childhood trauma

It's a neurodivergent thing, you wouldn't understand

You learn to appreciate the darkness after years in hell

And you call my generation snowflakes

This is America bitch

Which part was your favorite

[aceofwhump]

Jaskier singing "Enchanted Flowers"

The Witcher 3x07

Elvish lyrics taken from the soundtrack. English taken from the Netflix captions

[bedtimescenarios]

Comfort tropes I absolutely love

I don't normally write much comfort, instead preferring to focus on the hurt, but I may or may not have gotten some ideas from my Hunger Games oc:)

Whumpee showing up at Caretaker's door in the middle of the night. Hurt, disheveled, bleeding. When their eyes meet Caretaker's, they radiate pain. "I didn't know where else to go."

Whumpee breaking down in Caretaker's arms. Caretaker holds them tightly, their grip secure yet gentle, while Whumpee clutches onto them as if they'd dissappear if they let go. As Whumpee's tears dampen Caretaker's shirt, they simply caress their hair, shushing them and reassuring them that they're okay. They're safe now.

"I'm not going anywhere. You can rest."

Caretaker who has been through a situation similar to Whumpee's. So they understand. They're connected, in a way. And they make sure Whumpee is comforted in a way they never were, protected to an extent they never knew, and cared for in a way they never felt.

"This will never happen to you again. I'll make sure of it."

On that previous note, perhaps Caretaker and Whumpee's comfort isn't one-sided- they take care of each other. They both allow the other to be vulnerable around them, because they both know. And that creates a bond so deep that the constellations themselves could not transcend it.

"It's not your fault." Whumpee nods. "I know." Yet they don't believe it. So Caretaker cups their face, simultaneously firmly and carefully, and repeats it. "Listen to me. No, no- really listen. It's not your fault. It's not your fault." And they say it and say it until Whumpee's cheeks are wet with tears, because that's when they know that they understand.

[will-o-the-wips]

Whumpee is not forced to kneel.

They are not made to bow their head or grovel at whumper's feet.

They are not meant to debase themself with a loss of composure.

If they so much as shudder, they are punished.

If they are anything less than perfectly controlled, they are punished.

If they are not exactly to the letter of their rules, they are punished.

And if they cry or scream or plead with whumper, well. That's punished, too.

[gh0sthands]

thinkin about hands.

caretakers firmly holding whumpee's hands during escape/rescue. they wont leave whumpee behind, they will make sure they stick together.

half-conscious whumpees reaching for caretaker's hand, weakly curling their fingers together, desperate for touch.

caretaker's hands cradling whumpee's face as they kiss them. their thumb gently rubbing their cheek. caretaker telling whumpee how much they love them

caretaker's hands ever-so-gently inspecting whumpee's wounds, cleaning and dressing them as best they can.

hands wrapped about whumpee's waist, cradling them from the back.

brushing hair out of their face, wiping away tears, rubbing their back.

caretaker pulling whumpee close to them, holding them tight.

caretakers who show love by physical affection and whumpees who are touch starved.

[whumperly]

"Litte [animal]" type pet names for whumpees will always drive me feral, especially if they're prey animals.

"Little mouse."

"Little rabbit."

"Little deer."

"Little bird."

Oh, man, little bird is my favorite, actually. It scratches a very particular itch and has a specific undertone of affection that the others don't. Whumpee is just a little bird in a cage for whumper, something for them to admire and play with until they get bored or whumpee stops singing for them (literally or figuratively!)

Prey animal pet names don't work for every whumper or whumpee, but they are sooooooooooo good when they do. I'd love to see them used more often.

[weishenbwi]

Covered in Blood meow meow:

Hurt/Comfort meow meow:

Lobotomy meow meow:

Suffering meow meow:

Revenge meow meow:

Defeated meow meow:

Dead Dove Do Not Eat enjoyers:

[whumping-valentine]

We use being cold, hungry, and tired a lot in our writings, and that makes sense! Those aren't pleasant feelings, but what's not used enough is all of the other symptoms that can occur under those conditions.

Being malnourished not only causes the feeling of hunger, but can give you headaches, and make you feel weak, faint, sick, cold, and tired. It makes you irritable, unable to concentrate, and can even cause wounds to take longer to heal, while brusing much more easily. After a while you even develop an aversion to food, and don't want to eat. You feel nauseous just thinking about it, and breaking a fast isn't something you can do with a flick of your fingers. Your body isn't used to eating, and it may not sit well with you.

Not eating can also cause your blood sugar to drop, which is a whole entire thing in and of itself, and you don't have to be a diabetic to experience it. Low blood sugar is horrible 0/10 do NOT reccomend (but definitely do in whump!)

As for being cold, it can not only be uncomfortable, but it can make you feel physically ill. Especially when paired with a lack of vitamin D from low sun exposure. You just constantly feel sick, and may even begin to feel hot. It is absolutely FREEZING in my room all the time and I always feel sick. Horrible. Do it to your whumpees and tell them if they're good they can go outside and lay in the sun. That's shit's awesome when you're cold.

And of course, with sleep deprivation, it not only makes you drowsy, but it basically screws everything up. Your ability to think, your coordination, your strength. All you wanna do is curl up into a ball and go to sleep, no matter where you are. There's so much you can do with a tired whumpee.

The most fun thing about all of these is that they can generally go together all at once, inflicting symptoms of the others in an endless loop of torment. So yeah, go nuts! It's miserable!

[whumper-whimsy]

god i love multiple whumpee situations where one whumpee is completely "trained" and eager and the second one HATES Whumper with all their heart

[whumpy-wyrms]

some random whumpy doodles i forgor i made :P teehee