#but your could definitely make these whumpy

[whump-princess]

Hunted and cursed imagines/prompts

Biting into an apple and there’s worms in it.

Things go missing that you literally just saw two seconds ago.

You think you see a figure of a person in the distance.

A vampire sneaks up behind you and bites you. You pass out and wake up in your bed, it’s the same day again.

You find ashes in your pockets.

A tooth in your shoe, a pointed one like that of an animal.

All the coins you have are heads on both sides.

A mysterious rash appears on your body.

You look in the mirror and can’t recognize your self.

Your spoons and forks keep ending up bent. Really bent, all the way back.

Your suddenly afraid of things you were never afraid of before.

Your nails keep breaking and chipping.

You’ve got multiple new gray hairs popping up all over your head.

You suddenly can’t remember your name.

Someone smiles at you as they walk by but you could have sworn they had fangs.

Everyday there os a book on your porch, the doorbell camera doesn’t show anyone leaving it though. The titles all together reveal a secret message.

You keep getting letters written in code. P.S. it’s a vampire who’s is madly in love with you and is getting upset that you aren’t returning their letters.

Cats everywhere. All the cats in town seem to all hang out around your house. All the black cats that is.

You wake up and your hair is a completely different color, you didn’t dye it.

A witch turns you into a frog, someone kisses you to turn you back into a human but now your in a different human body. Where you just reborn?

Dead birds keep showing up on your lawn and you thought it was the stray cats in the area doing it. You haven’t seen the stray cats in months now that you think about it.

You have nightmares every time you sleep next to your new partner. Horrible nightmares about them.

Your partners apartment is extremely hunted, every time you go over something scary happens but your partners never seems to notice.

A motorcycle drives by every night at 3pm, you hear it, it’s loud, but you never see it.

Your on the train and the lights flicker and the only other passenger is suddenly in another seat… closer and closer to you. You move to another car, they are already in that one too.

Nosebleeds. You get them all the time now.

Your tattoo, the words are backwards.

Cats show up in your house, how do they keep getting in.

Your mail box is filled with valentines. It’s not Valentine’s Day, who are these from?

You get these emails, one everyday, it only contains one letter. combined they spell something.

Your suddenly allergic to your favorite foods. All of them.

You get sick and there’s butterflies in your stomach. Literally.

Something had been hurting in your chest, your ribs to be exact. After much complaining to the doctor your able to get some tests done, the X-ray shows a key in between your ribs.

Your an artist, no matter what medium you try you can only ever seem to paint, sculpt, draw, etc… the same person. A stranger you’ve never even met.

Your craving sugar, but it’s so bad trying to eat anything else tastes disgusting. Eventually you eat sugar straight from the bag.

All the produce in all the grocery stores in your town have rotted over night.

Your house is infested with butterflies.

You collect dead bugs, pin them into pretty picture frames, they decorate your wall. They’ve come back to life and are crawling around in their frames on the wall.

Someone keeps leaving voicemails about how great and cool you are and how nice you look… who is this and how do they know how I look?

Crows keep leaving you little shiny stuff. They bring you a ring, there’s dried blood on it.

Your plant is growing some suspicious looking fruits, you can’t find any information on them online. Taste test.

[whumpster-dumpster]

(this ask ended up getting much more rambly than expected haha)

hello, i love your blog and whump in general and i would like to try and get involved in the community.

thing is, i feel really weird/embarrassed for liking whump (even before i knew the term). like ashamed i guess? (im not sure how to put it into words exactly). so i dont want to tell any of my irl freinds that im into it/put it on my main since some of my irl freinds follow my main.

and i do draw and i used to write but i dont really know how to draw/write whump yk? (though i have written whumpy things before, when i was like 10, they were really shit though by virtue of me being a 10 year old) and i feel too shy to put any of my work out into the internet for all to see, espcially my writing because i havent actually written prose fiction in. years. i have played dnd (and my campaigns do tend to get pretty whumpy) but i dont think the experiance of roleplaying it really translates well to the internet?

so i was wondering if you have any tips for 1 getting involved in the whump community and 2 managing feeling embarrased about liking whump

Here's an equally rambly answer! First off, welcome to the community! You're definitely not alone in liking it or in feeling embarrassed about liking it. A lot of us, myself included, have our moments where we feel weird for our interest.

I can't tell you how to get over that because I still feel embarrassed sometimes but pinpointing your reasons for liking it can make it easier to explain if someone inquires. Is it the aesthetic? The drama, the adrenaline? The character development? Is it a coping mechanism? A kink? We've got community members whose reasoning is all across the spectrum. Understanding your reason can be reassuring and help it make sense.

As for the shyness, a lot of us make side blogs for whump content, so it can be a little more isolated/private if we feel awkward about IRL/main blog followers seeing. If your art style is easily recognizable as yours, that might not be the best solution but also remember you don't have to post what you draw (or write.) You can create whump content just for you (and if you decide you do eventually want to post some, that will have served as good practice.)

There are whump prompt lists coming out all the time that can be used for art or writing if you don't know what you want to make. You should look up the whump wheel, it's a fun one!

Re: getting more involved in the community: believe it or not, there are whump roleplayers floating around in the tags pretty often! They'd probably enjoy another roleplay partner on the scene! Beyond that, liking people's posts, reblogging them to that side blog if you decide to make it, coming into their inboxes to say you enjoy their content, sending in prompts if whump fic writers are asking for some, posting prompts of your own if there's a type of whump content you notice lacking and want to inspire someone to explore...There are monthly whump events happening all the time too if you want to participate or just reblog to help promote them. You could also ask if another whump artist wants to do an art trade with you. Those are some of the best ways to dive in!

I hope that was helpful. Have fun!

[whumpsday]

Whumpmas in July #5

Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies!

Go! Go! Loser Ranger! (also called Ranger Reject or Sentai Daishikkaku) is definitely the whumpiest anime aired so far this year. i've gushed about how much i love it a few times so far, but i just can't get over it. so i'm going to talk about it again, at greater length than ever before.

the premise is as follows: in a super sentai world (power rangers etc, for the unfamiliar), alien monsters invaded the earth 13 years ago. the war between humans and monsters lasted 1 year and ended in an overwhelming victory for humans. the more powerful "boss monsters" were wiped out, leaving only the "dusters", who were all taken into captivity by the superheroes.

dusters are the weakest type of monster and were created as living weapons by the boss monsters. they are immortal shapeshifters, but the shapeshifting is only possible because these monsters are literally made of dust: a tight squeeze is enough to send them crumbling. without their god-like masters, they stand no chance against the humans in a fair fight.

the superheroes exploit this to make the general population think the war is still ongoing and the boss monsters are still active: they force the dusters into an arena to get beaten on a weekly basis for humans' entertainment, making one of them shapeshift into a fake boss monster each time. under threat of death from special weapons that have the rare ability to kill them, the dusters are given no choice to accept this perpetual torment, and being immortal, it will presumably go on forever.

after 12 years of being beaten, Footsoldier D, our protagonist, has had enough. a duster whose only advantage is a particular talent for replicating humans, he escapes captivity and attempts to infiltrate the heroes. his plan is to kill the head heroes, destroy their special weapons, free his people, and eventually conquer the earth if he gets that far.

D has never interacted with the real world before and knows little of earth and humans. he has lived his whole life in captivity, first a slave of the boss monsters and then a captive of the heroes. he is traumatized, afraid, will literally crumble to dust if he takes a single hit, and his cover could be blown any second.

this show is INSANELY whumpy. there is onscreen torture. the dynamics are wonderful. every character is insane. it makes a great balance of suspense and humor (i've seen it described as "if invader zim was the main character of amazon's the boys"). i can't recommend it enough. it's on hulu and disney+ and any "unofficial" anime website. it's only 12 episodes. it's based on a manga if that's more your speed. GO WATCH IT. or at least go watch the opening theme, which is pretty whumpy itself!

@whumpmasinjuly

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Okay, what you think of seizure/convulsions whump? And when did you realize you were a hospital/sickfic fan?

*love your blog, let's be friends!!

Coupla great questions!!!

1. I do love seizure whump a LOT. I try to make sure things are accurate because ofc these things (like a lot of sickfic and whumpy stuff) do affect real people, but yes I absolutely love reading and writing about it. Since I don't usually read whumper content, a lot of the seizure stuff comes in the form of epilepsy HCs and also pretty serious illnesses like meningitis.

There's something about seizures in whump which just takes things to the next level- if a character is epileptic, the looming threat of a seizure is just always there, and when it happens there's the panic of how long it's going to last/whether it's going to be a big one etc etc. If a character is sick and starts seizing, it's a sign that things really aren't right, and perhaps tips the scales for caretakers from 'illness like the flu' to 'this character is dangerously ill and needs to go to a hospital NOW'.

I have so many things I could talk about here lol, and maybe if people want to see it I could make a whole post about seizure whump on its own, but yeah, I like it a whole bunch!

2. I can't quite pinpoint the exact time I realised I was really into hospital whump, and that's probably because I've been into it for a LONGGG time. Like, even as a kid if there was a character I was really into, I'd start picturing them in these precarious situations. It's only when I got older, obviously, that I discovered there was a community of people who were just like me, and I have to say it was super relieving (I genuinely thought I was a complete weirdo with original, weird thoughts).

I mean, to put things into perspective I wanted to be a doctor when I was five, and a lot of that was because I already loved whump.

An interesting little thing as well is how I think this side of me co-exists with my emetophobia: I've always been super afraid of vomit IRL, and as somebody who's also super into psychology, I find it so interesting how the things we fear and the things we're attracted to can be so linked. After all, 'arousal' is the word used to describe the body's reaction to a stimulus, fearful or exciting or.... otherwise. A lot of people love scary movies because the domesticated fear is like a safe way of experiencing terror that otherwise only happens in real life dangerous situations. In a similar way, I suppose I love sickfics because I'm so afraid of them IRL, and it's a safe way to explore the intense feelings I have about it.

Anyway, this post derailed into me talking about WHY I'm into sickfic (I think) but I find it fascinating!!!

Thanks so much for the ask, and we can definitely be friends! Always love meeting fellow whump lovers ❤️

[serickswrites]

“Touch Them” sounds so promising as a series, wow, just… wow. You’re still my favorite writer I love it so much.

Thank you so much! I am so glad you enjoyed it! It definitely has the makings of a series. Please enjoy the next installment!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Alternate Ending

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, noncon, rape, strangulation, unconsciousness, forced to watch, creepy/intimate whumper

Caretaker wasn't sure how good they could be. They hadn't thought Whumper would go much further than fondling or kissing Whumpee.

They were wrong.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Caretaker roared once more as Whumper began to undress Whumpee. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH THEM!"

Whumper's fingers tightened around Whumpee's throat as they undid Whumpee's belt with their other hand. "Tut tut, Caretaker. We talked about his. You be good and Whumpee gets to breathe. You be bad and, well, I don't need Whumpee to be breathing to get what I want." Whumper smirked at Caretaker as they spoke. "So, really, this is on you what happens next."

"Stop! Stop! I'll be good. Please! Just let them breathe." Caretaker's panic rose as they realized Whumper had been keeping pressure on Whumpee's neck for far too long.

Whumper released Whumpee's throat. "I mean it, Caretaker. Be good and Whumpee will continue to breathe."

Caretaker nodded, eyes settling on the ground as Whumper shimmied Whumpee's pants down to their thighs. "Yes, I'll be good."

Whumper gave a throaty chuckle. "Good."

Caretaker could hear the sound of Whumper kissing down Whumpee's chest. Kissing down their stomach. Kissing down the length of Whumpee. "They really are splendid, aren't they?" Whumper said as they paused above Whumpee's sex. "And all mine to enjoy," Whumper purred as they lowered their mouth to Whumpee.

Caretaker couldn't look up. Couldn't look up to watch Whumper rape Whumpee. Couldn't look up to see Whumpee's unconscious face as unspeakable things happened to them.

But Whumpee's moan of pain had Caretaker's head shooting up. "Don't open your eyes! Whumpee!"

Whumper's fingers moved from Whumpee's thighs to Whumpee's throat once more. Whumper tightened their grip as Whumpee blinked awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Whumpee."

Tags: @madmadder @whumpy-bi @mefattortoise @painsthegame @thelazywitchphotographer @eyeforaneye @sinkinginmyteeth @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @mypulseisimpulsive

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 19: Floral Bouquet

Day 19! This one is a continuation from Day 18, and honestly it's kinda more fluffy than whumpy because it's hard to do whump with a 'floral bouquet' without straight up shoving someone into a rosebush SO! Finn got creative, as I tend to do. Still had fun with this one though!

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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“I feel awful,” Nya said, sitting at the lunch table with her food in front of her, uneaten and going cold. The others were shooting her concerned looks over their own food, not paying attention to the empty spot next to Cole where Jay would’ve sat. Jay’s mom had picked him up only a little bit after Nya called her, and she walked him down to the curb and watched them drive off with a pit in her stomach.

Cole looked up from where he was eating his sandwich. “It wasn’t your fault. How were you supposed to know that the kid was carrying a bat? What were you supposed to do?”

“I knew that he was anxious,” Nya said, “and I shouldn’t have walked off with just him. Maybe there was something I could’ve said, or—”

“If it is any consolation,” Zane spoke up, putting down his fork, “I agree with Cole. There was nothing you could do. You were taken by surprise, and could not have known how the other party would react. Jay didn’t even realize you were being followed until you were too far away to come back and get us.”

None of that made Nya feel any better. Kai bumped shoulders with her on her other side, looking worried. “Hey, it’ll be okay. He’s fine, I’m sure he is.”

“He was bleeding!” Nya exclaimed.

Lloyd linked arms with her, finding her hand and squeezing. “It’s not the first time Jay’s been hurt, Nya. I’m sure he’s okay; he’s probably just resting at home, which is better for his anxiety anyway.”

“Anxiety that he wouldn’t have had if we had just said something to him,” Nya sighed. “We should’ve texted him as soon as we noticed that he wasn’t here. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so nervous.”

“I hate to tell you, sis,” Kai said, “but I don’t think there’s much we can do for his anxiety. He’s always anxious, and there’s only so much we can do to accommodate it.”

For some reason, the comment rubbed her the wrong way, and Nya was surprised at the rush of protectiveness that shot through her. She knew that she needed to get out before she did something she regretted; Kai may not have been wrong, but it wasn’t fair to Jay either. “I need some air.”

They watched her go, and part of Nya felt saddened by the fact that no one tried to pull her back. Jay had talked to her before about how much it stung to be left to your own devices; your friends not giving you any sort of feedback to work with, leaving you to make your own decisions with biting indifference that only made him more nervous. She tried to give him as much feedback as she could, because she couldn’t imagine how hard it was to thrive in that kind of sensory-deprived environment.

If this was even a taste of how Jay felt whenever he was having a bad day, then she was going to try so much harder.

Luckily the outside of the school was pretty barren, as everyone was inside and eating their lunch or heading out to class, so Nya was enjoying her nice little stroll through the school gardens. It was an area that she hadn’t ever really explored before, mostly because they didn’t go outside (preferring to be close to their lockers in case Garmadon decided to attack), but maybe she should make an effort to come out here. Jay would’ve liked it, maybe he would walk with her sometime.

Jay definitely would.

The flowers were beautiful, just starting to bloom and show their true colors. Nya had never been a flower person, but Jay was, and she listened to more than one of his rants about different types of flowers and their meanings as he would show pictures of each individual one and explain what his favorite thing about them was. He looked so excited whenever he would start talking about them, and even now Nya could recognize a few of them: roses, of course, but also daisies and carnations and orchids and even some lilies across the way.

“I didn’t think you would be out here,” said a voice behind her, and she wheeled around with her fist ready to throw a punch. Cole caught her hand easily, raising his eyebrow at her tensed position.

She had already been jumped once today, he should’ve known better than to sneak up on her. “What are you doing here?”

“Finding you,” Cole said, almost in a bored tone, but Nya knew him well enough to detect the hint of worry in his voice. “The others were worried.”

“If you were so worried, then why didn’t you stop me?” Nya asked, putting her hand down and continuing to walk down the path. Cole followed behind her, keeping up easily with his hands in his pockets and his signature headphones being pulled down from around his ears.

“Because you needed the space, and I can respect that,” Cole said. “I wasn’t expecting you to come out to the garden though.”

“I was thinking about Jay,” Nya said, and she was surprised at how easily his name rolled off of her tongue. “He would love all the flowers.”

“He does love them,” Cole said, bending down to pick up a fallen rose petal from under one of the many bushes. “He likes to come out here and sketch them when he’s nervous.”

Nya never knew that, even after all of this time. “Really? Why didn’t he ever say anything?”

Cole sighed, letting the petal fall to the ground. “Jay is…complicated. He needs his space, but he needs people in his space or else he gets sad. But there has to be at least one space that he gets all to himself, because that’s his decompression spot.”

“And the garden is the decompression spot?”

“Yup,” Cole said, stopping at one of the benches. Nya wanted to keep walking, but she sat down next to him instead. “He’s a lot, but he’s worth it.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Nya was well-aware that they had missed the start of the next period, but Cole didn’t seem very bothered about it. She picked one of the daisies sprouting on the left side of the bench, twirling the stem around in her hand. “You’re really special to him, you know.”

And it was true. Cole and Jay were a pair that could never be separated; you never had one without the other. Nya thought at first that they had been blood brothers as she watched the way they acted with each other, and how protective they were. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think that Jay could be protective over Cole, but it was true. That was how Kai and Nya had first met them, trying to stop Jay from punching someone’s lights out because the person smashed Cole’s old headphones. Jay had come in the next day holding Cole’s repaired headphones, having stayed up all night to fix them, and that’s when Nya knew that the two’s relationship was something else. Special, just like Jay.

“You are, too,” Cole chuckled, tossing his leg up. “He likes you a lot, it’s honestly kinda cute.”

“Oh please,” Nya said, blushing. “I’m sure he falls for any pretty girl that looks his way.”

“He doesn’t,” Cole said, turning to face her with a serious expression. “Jay isn’t like that. If he’s wanting to spend more time with you and putting in the effort to get to know you, he’s sticking with you. Probably wants to get married.”

“Married?!”

Nya was a bit disgruntled when Cole laughed, messing up her hair and grinning at her pouting face when she tried to fix it. “Married. He’s a dreamer.”

“We haven’t even started dating!”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Would you want to start dating?”

She…she wasn’t sure, actually. Nya had never considered it before, never really thought about Jay like that. But now that she was, she felt all of the butterflies start to come alive: she loved seeing him smile and hearing him talk, and spending time with him never felt like it was a bore or like she was wasting it. Hearing his compliments or even one of his dorky attempts at (poorly disguised) flirting made her heart squeeze with affection. The flirting was bad, but she appreciated the effort nonetheless. Not like she had ever really tried to flirt, so maybe it was harder than she thought.

“Oh shit,” Nya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Have I been leading him on?”

“It’s only leading him on if you don’t actually have any intentions of dating,” Cole said, but Nya still felt the guilt start to bubble up to the surface. She couldn’t stop thinking about all of the signals that she missed, all the signs that she walked past without a second thought; Jay must’ve been so upset. How could she say that she was doing everything to try and make him happy and then do something like that?

Noticing her growing distress, Cole reached out to rub her arm, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re starting to get the same look that Jay does when he’s overthinking.”

“You must be so angry with me,” Nya said, leaning back against the bench. “I can’t imagine how much I must’ve hurt him by now.”

“I’m not angry,” Cole assured, and Nya tried to take comfort in his words. “Here, we’ll talk about something else. What happened before you guys got jumped?”

She had already given a very watered-down version of what happened to the others before now, but she supposed that she could give Cole a few more details. “I was telling him about math class, and he was offering to help tutor me which was great because I could really use the help, and he said he would do it as long as we would go out for milkshakes afterwards. He didn’t tell me the place but that’s not super important—”

“So he’s already asked you on a date.”

Nya’s brain short-circuited.

Oh First Master.

First Master she was so stupid.

“And by your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t say yes.”

“I didn’t know!” But she should’ve known, should’ve thought about it a little more.

Sighing, Cole went to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I swear, between you and Kai and Jay I’m going to drown in your obliviousness. Come on, I’m going to help you fix it.”

Jay was miserable.

Sitting at home was boring, but there was nowhere else to go. The trip to urgent care had only taken around twenty minutes, where the doctor reassured his mom that he didn’t have a concussion and that he would just have to rest over the weekend so he would be good as new on Monday. But that also meant that his mom had confiscated all of his electronics and banished him from working on any of his and Pa’s projects, already knowing exactly how Jay would’ve kept himself busy.

Even though she technically wasn’t home so she would never know if he did some work or played video games for a bit, Jay didn’t have the heart to disobey his mom.

He had tried texting Cole to see if his best friend would have anything to keep him occupied, maybe even just have a conversation, but he only received short one word texts until Jay gave up on trying to text anymore. The idea of texting Nya floated around in his head but he quickly dismissed it; he had already made enough of a fool of himself today.

Now he was standing over his stove and a ruined batch of scrambled eggs that he had left cooking for too long; Jay didn’t even like scrambled eggs! That’s just how bored he was!

But now he had ruined a couple of perfectly good eggs when money was already low this month, and he was alone so there wasn’t anyone to reassure him that it was fine, and he already knew that Cole wouldn’t text back if Jay tried to say anything about it but he couldn’t text Nya or the others because if they didn’t want to see him this morning than why would they want to hear from him now—

“Dammit,” Jay whispered, hand going to his chest as he fought to get his breathing back under control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Phone at his ear and ready to call his Pa, Jay jumped when there was a knock on the front door of their small house, and he waited like a deer in headlights for the person to go away.

He needed the person to go away.

“Jay! It’s me!”

Shit, it was Nya. He couldn’t just leave Nya out there, especially when she knew that he was home. Why couldn’t the urgent care visit have taken longer?!

Nya was probably so upset with him. She had finally figured out that he had fumbled his attempt at asking her out on a date, that he was stupid and that it was a stupid idea and that he was the worst person in the history of people to probably ever ask her on a date—

“Oh, hey Nya,” he greeted, as if the sound of her name didn’t make his head spin, “what are you doing here?”

It was the first time he had ever seen Nya Smith look nervous, shuffling her feet and hiding something behind her back. She was biting her lip, looking him up and down as if she was trying to see if something was there. Was she checking for injuries?

“I’m okay,” he said, taking the shot in the dark. Nya relaxed, and Jay silently patted himself on the back for guessing correctly.

Suddenly, something was thrust into his hands, and Jay looked down to see a messy bouquet of pink roses and various carnations, and his face grew hot when his brain finally kicked into gear and he remembered the meanings of the flowers. She remembered that he liked them.

Jay was silent as Nya started talking. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but Cole helped me get those together for you. I know they’re not perfect and they’re really basic and I probably got some of the colors wrong—”

“Nya,” he said, stopping her ramble. Was she always this cute when she rambled? “They’re perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Anything you would give me is perfect.”

“Then in that case,” Nya gave him a shy smile that had his heart dripping with affection, “Jay Walker, would you go out with me?”

[letstalkwhump]

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Here today to talk all things whumpy is the brilliant @whumpcereal!

It’s great to have you here! Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself  like your favorite color or favorite animal? 

My name is Kay, and I’m a high school teacher in my 30’s. Besides whumping unsuspecting gentlemen, my hobbies include reading a lot, belting out showtunes, cooking for people I love, hitting up new bars and restaurants with friends, and traveling. And since you asked–and as a teacher, I hate unanswered questions–I’ve recently realized that orange might be my favorite color, and I love gorillas. 

What does whump mean to you?

 It’s the sort of pressing-on-a-bruise feeling that is wrapped up in watching someone suffer and then be comforted. It’s the need for vulnerability and human connection. It’s watching Prince Philip get chained to a wall and not understanding why you find it so magnetic, but you do, haha! 

How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

I was writing for the Newsies fandom (I know) during the pandemic, and one of my favorite authors tagged her epic work with “whump.” I clicked the tag on tumblr, and I found @lonesome--hunter’s Ezra almost immediately; I fell down the rabbit hole and never came out. After Ezra, I spent a good long time with @ashintheairlikesnow’s Danny and then @galaxywhump’s Wren. I realized that a lot of what I was putting in my own writing could be classified as “whump,” but I wasn’t sure how to join in the fun. I lurked for a while and then beta-ed for @darkthingshappen before I got brave enough to post my own stuff. But part of what motivated me to start posting was just how supportive and welcoming the whole community is. On AO3, you can get tons of hits but almost no real engagement; with whump, that’s totally different. It makes my little dopamine receptors ping. 

The whump community is amazingly supportive! Do you think your view on or the way you consume whump changed since you joined? 

 I am definitely a hurt/comfort gal. I can’t do the hurt without the comfort, and I need my whump to be strongly oriented in the characters’ feelings, whether we’re talking whumpers or whumpees. I struggle when a character is just getting the shit kicked out of them endlessly; I want them to have some relief, even if the relief is bittersweet or painful in its own way. I also find it easier to whump an OC than I do a fandom character, just because if they’re mine, I can build the kind of backstory that makes the whump reasonable. 

And your favourite whump trope?

 I do like noncon. Whump is a genre where I’ve really been able to explore scary things that have happened to me, and when a whumpee has an honest (and not needlessly gratuitous) nonconsensual experience, I gravitate toward it, especially if they’re allowed to explore the aftermath and how it makes them feel. I also love a mute whumpee–probably because I watched The Little Mermaid too many times growing up. Something about the helplessness of being trapped in your own body and at the mercy of others–hey, whumperflies! Captivity whump too, especially anything in the BBU. The BBU was one of my favorite discoveries when I found the community. It provides such rich opportunities! 

Captivity whump is so good! Would you mind sharing a favourite piece you've written? (the following pieces may contain non-explicit nsfw references)

Ooooh. Well, I guess I’ll choose one from each of my series. For Jack, my first and forever whumpee in Behavior Modification, and his caretaker, my wish-fulfillment fake husband, Joe, it’s this piece with their little girl. It’s something that I wrote in basically a single stretch one afternoon last summer, and I’m proud of it because it shows both how far Jack has come in his recovery and how much everything he’s gone through is still affecting him. It also shows how fierce of a protector Joe is, even though Jack’s got strength of his own. Plus, Hallie, their little girl, was super fun to create. She’s a feisty little thing, and I liked the idea of looking at such a dark, violent system through a child’s eyes. 

For The Kennel, it’s this piece which immediately follows my boy Will after his best friend Tommy is forced to assault him. It’s got the aftermath of noncon, plus it includes a lot of world building for my scary whumper, Doc, and his particular set-up. It really sets up the horror of the situation in which Will and Tommy have found themselves and also emphasizes the stories of other whumpees whose stories I’d love to explore (Justin and Tony, I’m looking at you). Plus, it gives Annie–who’s technically the caretaker in this story, even though she’s been abused herself–a chance to think about how she’s been raised and the way her father treats people. My favorite moment is when Will just breaks down completely, because we haven’t seen him do that yet. It’s a human moment, and he’s feeling so much less than human that it’s almost cathartic. 

And then, honorable mention to this piece where I crossover my two stories and let Jack help Will as his post-rescue counselor. I had so much fun with that reveal! 

Oh wow, I love the Kennel piece! You’ve broken my heart with Justin and Will! Would you like to share your writing routine  with us?

 I’ve actually been riding a bit of a block lately, but typically, I am an evening writer. No drinks or snacks, but usually movie scores that match the mood of what I’m writing. On good nights, it’s big blocks; on others, it’s just a sentence here and there (that’s been where I’m at lately). I try to write a little every day, but again, it’s been rough lately. Being a teacher at the end of the year is just as hard as being a student, haha. 

I can only imagine! Are some things easier for you to write? Anything you struggle with writing?

 I have an easier time writing recovery than I do straight whump, which is sometimes a bummer, because the whump community doesn’t seem to like recovery quite as much. So, I’ll pour myself into a recovery piece I have big feelings about, and then it won’t get quite as much traffic and engagement as when I’m roughing up the boys. I am very careful about how I write noncon. I think I do a decent job, but I try to approach it from a place of sensitivity to the person who is suffering versus engaging through violence alone. That can take a lot of time and thought and big feelings. 

And is there anything you're working on at the moment? 

I do have a fantasy crossover miniseries with Jack, Joe, and Ivan and @oddsconverts’ Josh and Felix that I’ve had a really fun time working on. I need to write a little intro before I post it. I need to go back to Jack and his intimacy consultations at WRU, and AU AU Joe and his reaction to the Drip. Poor Will and Tommy are in desperate need of attention; I need to get Will sold away so all the drama can increase. Maybe during summer vacation? 

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today? I am only funny on accident. Just ask my students. ;-) 

Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?

I’m great at giving advice to others, but absolute shit at following that advice myself. For instance, write for you. Don’t write for hits, likes, reblogs, etc. Just write what you want to read. Write as often as you can. During the pandemic, what got me back into writing after years of thinking about it was trying to write a little every day. Find you some writing friends who will get excited with you when there’s something you can’t wait to write about. 

Finally, would you like to give a mention to some of the amazing people in the whump community?

I already mentioned some of my favorites, but shout outs to @hold-him-down (whom I was lucky enough to eat very expensive risotto with this spring and whose Leo is one of my very favorite whumpees), @peachy-panic (58 Days is one of my VERY favorites), @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump (whose Wyatt has my whole heart), and @squishablesunbeam (I mean, Jesse? Come on!). My first friends in the whump community were @darkthingshappen (creator of my Benny baby), @oddsconvert (whose series are all so beautifully written that I can’t choose a favorite–she even made me like vampire whump–and who is my wonder twin forever), and @sparrowsage (go check out his new stuff!). 

Thank you so much for joining us, @whumpcereal ! It was a pleasure to have you here! 

And to all you lovely folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[wormlips]

The way I got into Thramsay, I was frightened at the thought of reading ff about them, even though I shipped the guys from Killing stalking — arguably not as whumpy. But, they were the most toxic pairing I’d shipped, up until that point. I had only ever watched GoT too, till recently. I thought the fanfiction would be darker, I think. But I was still intrigued, cause I did draw them on one occasion. Then like 5 years later, I came to check this tag on a whim, and had such a visceral reaction to some fanart on here. Long story short, I now strangely ship three pairings where one half of the ship kidnapped (“kidnapped”) the other. And two where one character has .. lost some bits. *whispers* how are there two?? 💀

Yeah it's funny how you can tell yourself 'im just going to take a quick look' and then fall head-first into things. like you never saw it coming but suddenly it's a part of your life

or dismissing a thing only to return years later and realize that it was right up your alley all along

Your ask made me write even more because like you I hadn’t shipped anything on thramsay's level before so i didnt have a good frame of reference what it might have been like but i were intrigued too and it's cathartic putting into words what i think makes them so captivating to me

I definitely had interest in toxic relationships with abusive and dark elements in it long before but none where one of them had literally removed body parts from the other. I think Ive always been on the softer side so I need (needed? Idk if i do currently) some sort of mutual feelings even if it is irrational or non genuine like people who cant help but still love someone who hurts them or the reverse - loves someone but cant keep from hurting them. The DA fic kind of pushed that to its limits but it contained some sort of lingering sentimentality amidst graphic descriptions of flaying and i was thinking you can do that??? Though in that fic the torturer had been corrupted by magic so their relationship had been normal at one point which separates it from thramsay. but it had been proven to me that ppl could justify* ”love” in horrible conditions that is interesting to read and i should stop writing but i went into thramsay fics to find out if someone had done so (also whatever else, i was fucking around to find out)

It just hits the spot i ❤️ characters being conflicted about their lover and i want to be unable to tell if the ”love” they feel for their counterpart is actually something else

even though i'm not particularly into show-verse thramsay anymore the best example i can give is the infamous bathing scene where ramsay asks if reek loves him and reek says of course with full conviction and it's like obviously it isn't true though reek might feel like he does because he has conditioned himself to have that response, he brainwashed himself to cope and for safety because he has to believe so ramsay can't find out he's lying but then if he thinks he feels it so much that he does............? how do we define real vs fake love an-... whatever i'm going too far we don't need a philosophical discussion of this rn

you can make it worse by switching between him being self aware of all this to fully believing he's always been ramsay's, the way he slips back into theon's thinking patterns in the book from reek's and anything inbetween until you have toxic sludge on your hands and furthest thing from a normal, healthy relationship

and even more fun if you do the same to ramsay, it doesn't have to be real love but it's such a clingy obsession and dependency, mutual belonging and the idea that he will always return so his closeness, his whispers will be likened to that of a lover because what else is there to compare it to *there's probably a better way i could put it but by justify i mean the author writing something that makes sense from the character's point of view. i don't want to be misconstrued

[meraki24601]

Hey it’s me again

Could you maybe write a part 2 to Just a Fever ?? I really like your writing

Hello again, friend! I'm so glad you like my writing. You made my day! I was feeling a bit more of the whumpy direction this could go this time, but I'd be open to trying another version with more of a comfort lean if anyone wants that.

Part 1

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Just a Fever Part 2

Hero’s head hurts.

They… They’re going to be sick.

Hands, rough with urgency, turn Hero onto their side. When they’re finished, the hands roll them onto their back again. Warm. The hands are warm. 

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A gentle voice pulls Hero to shore from the ocean of darkness they’ve been floating in. They try to cough up the water filling their lungs, but nothing comes up. There’s no water to get rid of. There’s weight. Pressure on their chest. They can’t, can’t breathe. 

New pressure. Skin touching their own just below their collarbone, gently patting. 

“Please,” They try to beg, but Hero isn’t sure anything came out except more coughing. 

Something slides beneath them. It puts pressure on their aching back until Hero starts to rise into a sitting position. The elevation change eases some of the pain in their chest, but Hero doesn’t have the strength to hold their head up to take a solid breath. It still hurts. They can’t stop.

The hand rubbing their chest shifts. It supports Hero’s head as if they were a baby. “Look at you. Be good for me and take a deep breath. That’s it. That’s it. Breathe and sleep.”

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“It hurts.”

“What hurts, darling?”

“Who’s there?” 

“Just me.”

Hero’s hands twitch and their eyes open. Even with their eyes open everything is black. Their heart clenches in their chest. Fingers curl into fists. “Where am I? I can’t, I can’t see. Can’t see.”

“So you’re actually awake this time?” Sharp fingernails scratch Hero’s face as a damp rag is lifted from their eyes. “There. Is that better?”

Bright. Everything is bright. 

The sound of someone shuffling around makes Hero flinch. They blink quickly, trying to adapt to the light flooding the room. A rough scratching noise has Hero’s ears ringing, and the light dims enough Hero can see the room they’re in. 

Of all the places they expected to be, (the hospital, Mentor’s house, etc.) their own bedroom was not one of them. And they definitely didn’t expect to see Villain hovering over them.

“You!” Hero lurches up only to be pushed back by a single outstretched finger from Villain. As Villain laughs, Hero throws themselves at the other side of the bed. The blankets wrap tightly around their body and keep them from freedom. 

Honestly, they’re not sure if they could have gotten much farther even without the blankets. The short burst of movement sends Hero’s head spinning. Their chest burns and their lungs… they can’t breathe. One last deep cough rattles their whole body. Their hands shake as panic starts to set in. 

Air. Please, air. The thought rattles in their mind as Hero begs their lungs to breathe in. They couldn’t cough anymore if they wanted to. The world starts to go dark around the edges. 

A shadowy figure hovers over them. A solid weight pressing down on them. Then, air. 

Villain’s lips press lazily against Hero’s as they whisper, “I told you, Darling, I simply won’t let you die like this.” Hero’s world finally goes dark as Villain forces another shallow breath into their lungs.

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“No!” Hero woke screaming. 

“You will drink.” Villain’s voice is harsh in Hero’s ear. They’re all but laying on top of Hero, pinning both of Hero’s arms above Hero’s head with one hand while the other presses a glass with some sort of liquid to Hero’s lips. “Open and drink. You need water.”

Gathering their strength, Hero thrusts their hips up, knocking Villain off balance. The water splashes across Hero’s face as they take a deep breath. The water sends them into another coughing fit. Their whole body aches, but Hero finds they have enough strength to fight as Villain tries to take control again. They flail and kick and bite. 

It’s not enough, but at least this time they really tried. 

One strong hit to the head sent Hero’s world spinning. “Enough!” Villain’s voice drains any fight Hero had left. They’re in serious danger. They’d seen Villain turn on their own men after speaking to them with that same tone of voice. Villain grabs Hero by the back of their neck, pulling them close to their face, “You will do as I say. You’re severely dehydrated and haven’t eaten for three days. Lie still until I return with more water. If you choose to defy me, you will suffer the consequences.”

The moment Villain’s footsteps retreat down the hall Hero throws their feet out of the bed. Their house is one floor so once they make it to the window all they have to do is hop out and run. One chance. One chance to make it out alive and Hero’s legs can’t support their weight. 

Hero falls to the floor with an incriminating thud. Their head, their chest, their legs, and every part of them aches. Vision fading in and out, Hero drags themselves across the floor to the window. It’s locked. Hero is going to have to stand to open it. They… can’t. It was pointless to try. This time, Villain wins.

“Turn around, Hero.” Villain’s voice burns in Hero’s ears. “Turn around. I want to see the defeat in your eyes. For years we’ve fought each other, and I could never win against you. To think, all it took was a little illness.”

Villain grips Hero’s hair and throws them to the ground next to the bed. “Please,” Hero begs, gripping the edge of the bed in what Villain sees as an attempt to sit up and face them. And it is. They face Villain head-on, carefully hiding the emergency button they just pressed. “Please, Don’t kill me.”

“Silly Hero. That’s not why I came, and it’s not why I stayed. Now, drink.” Villain shoved a new glass of water into Hero’s hands. 

When Hero nearly drops the glass, Villain sighs deeply. They sit down on the floor next to them and pull Hero into their lap. Hero doesn’t struggle, letting Villain manipulate their body until they’re half lying against Villain with their head supported against Villain’s chest. When Villain offers them the water, Hero opens their mouth and drinks. 

“That’s it. Good Hero. Drink the whole glass if you can. You need it.”

The cup wasn’t large, but the effort of fighting Villain and forcing themselves to suddenly drink after going so long without exhausts Hero. Sip after sip they drink the offered water until Villain’s words register in their drowsy mind. By then, it’s too late.

“Rest, Darling. We’ll worry about your punishment later, but for now, don’t fight it. We’ve got a long trip ahead of us, so finish it all. It’ll go much better if you sleep.”

Part 3

[gaybd1]

Sokka gets caught and put into the cooler instead

Ehhh, not EXACTLY what you ordered lol but I'm trying to fit things in with my preplanned overarching narrative lol. So if any of this is confusing, I guess y'all just have to send me more prompts and more asks to get a bigger picture hehehe

Obviously this is whumpy and violent, so read with care

He’d lost track of time. He’d lost track of the punches, the burns. All Sokka knew was that he hadn’t talked. Katara, Aang, and the others were still safe. That knowledge was worth all the pain in the world.

“Enough,” he heard through the fog that had settled over his mind. He tried to pick his head up, tried to focus, but it fell back down over his chest. It was a struggle to even stay upright in the chair he was shackled to, though he wasn’t sure what the alternative was and if the restraints would even let him fall. 

He knew that voice and everything inside him told him that the voice meant danger, but he could hardly focus on it. His instincts told him to run.

Azula, his mind finally caught up to fill in the blank. He urged his panic down. He hadn’t told her anything. Katara was safe.

“Enough,” she repeated, and Sokka heard her footsteps approaching, saw the tips of her boots enter his blurred field of vision. He grunted- it was not a whimper- when she grabbed at his wolftail and yanked his head up to face her. His vision swam for a moment before it managed to focus on her narrowed eyes.

“You are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous,” she whispered, releasing her hold suddenly enough to send Sokka’s chin slamming against his chest, causing him to cry out as something definitely broken was jostled.

“He’s no use to me dead. He needs rest.” She must have been addressing the other guards in the room. “Besides, I have some… family business to attend to…”

His heartbeat sped up. Zuko. They had to get out of here, they had to make a run for it, they had to–

“Put him in a cooler.”

“But your highness, he’s not a firebender.” The guard’s protest was met with an icy silence. 

(Heh. Ice. Fitting– Get a GRIP, Sokka! )

“Yes, Princess. Right away,” the guard corrected himself.

More footsteps as Azula left the cell and– 

Blinding white pain. Loud, tortured screams.

Sokka didn’t come back to himself until he was in the hallway, dragging between the two large guards who’d been beating up on him for the last who-knows-how-long. Every step they took was agony against his broken body. He couldn’t even remember what they’d done to him, but the important thing was that he hadn’t told them anything.

…Right?

Katara was safe for now. But Zuko wasn’t. Azula would be seeing him next and they had to get out of here. He could only hope Suki and his dad would realize something was wrong and adjust their plan so they still had a chance to get free. Sokka had caused them enough pain already. He had to get loose so he could give them a chance…

After his first few minutes in the cooler, Sokka couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. He quickly realized he was in no position to be saving anyone.

Across the prison, a disgraced prince slammed the door to an interrogation room onto his ex-girlfriend and ran. He ran until he found the control room and opened the doors to all the prisoners’ cells.

Elsewhere, in two different locations, two warriors were released from their cells. Instead of heading to the rendezvous point they’d planned, they both turned and ran toward the coolers, the last place from which they’d heard an all-too-familiar scream.

The situation was growing complicated. 

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 1

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Day 1! This is with my immortal whumpee Marlowe, in the Vampire AU. Their masterlist is here. CW: immortal whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, exhaustion, vampire whumper.

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The vampire pulled away, wiping the blood from their mouth with the back of their hand as they stood up out of the chair they were sitting in. Lo felt a dribble of spit trickle onto their shoulder from their neck where he had been feeding. 

Without a single word the vampire exited the room, brushing the curtain of the door aside as he exited the feeding area. Lo pulled themselves to sitting on shaky arms, pulling the collar of their tunic back over their neck, the two bite marks already starting to close up and heal. 

Lo could barely make out another figure coming into the room, but they knew who this was instantly. 

“Hey-” Solomon mumbled, stepping over to the table atop where Lo sat. “That’s it for today. The sun is coming up so we’re all going to bed.” 

Lo’s eyes drifted til they finally focused onto the vampire in front of their face. They went to speak in reply but the words refused to tumble out of their mouth and it came out as a sigh instead. 

“Oh you don’t look so good…” Solomon brushed the human’s hair back from their forehead, immediately feeling it slick with sweat, the skin cold and clammy. “Yeah, you definitely need a rest.” 

Lo had leaned into the touch against their forehead, and when the vampire pulled away, Lo followed, tumbling forward off the table into the vampire’s chest. 

“Woah- okay, hang on-” they braced an arm around the small human’s waist, towering over them as they held them up on shaky feet and legs. “Lo- are you okay? Are you with me?” 

“ ‘m’just tired-” they mumbled. Their words slurring together. 

“Well yeah, you had twelve feedings today, that’s twice your normal amount. Hey-hey-” Solomon pulled the human in front of him, one hand on their shoulder to keep them steady, the other held out in front of their face. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Solomon watched as the human tried to focus their vision, blinking a few times and squinting, words echoing across their lips as if they were counting. Finally they seemed to settle on an answer that would have to be sufficient.

“Se-seven?” 

Solomon resisted the urge to chuckle as Lo flashed him a dopey smile, their eyelids fluttering open and closed as exhaustion began to take over. 

“Alright Lo, that’s it, you’re going to bed.” 

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Taglist: @imagination1reality0@whumpsday@thecyrulik@no-terms-and-conditions-apply@spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops

[polyamships]

This is the first of six posts to help expand on the prompts for anyone who needs a little more to go on than just one word. We hope these ideas help inspire people, but they are only a jumping-off point and there will of course be plenty more interpretations we didn't think of!

March 1st - V relationship – For a definition see here. How did the V form? Do their metamours know one another? Does everyone in the V live together or does the hinge partner divide time up between two, or three, homes? You could focus on each relationship that makes up one arm of the V or you could focus on the platonic relationship between the two metamours if they have one, or work in both angles! The V-turns-into-a-triad trope could be fun and interesting, what changes from one type of relationship to the other?

March 2nd - Supernatural – This could be the genre in general, or any fandoms that fit the genre, including crossovers/fusions with your favorite ships for those supernatural themed fandoms. There are also plenty of supernatural type AUs that would be great for this prompt; vampires, werewolves, ghosts, sirens, fae, witches, fairytales. Perhaps your polycule is part of a ghosthunting or monsterhunting team, or perhaps they are the supernatural beings attempting to hide away from any hunters and/or non-supernatural folks. Or maybe it's more subtle, such as one of your characters being into ghost stories or supernatural horror films or creepypasta. And if you want something a little different for this time of year, how about your ship celebrating Halloween with all the spooky decorations or costumes.

March 3rd - Games – There's so many types of games this could be used for; board games, card games, console or PC games, and lots of different types of sports too. This could mean polycule game night. Or maybe your OT4/5/etc has enough people to run their own DnD group regularly. Or an extended polycule having enough people to play team sports or something like paintballing – they could either be on one team against others or pitted against some of the polycule with it divided into two teams. For fluff, this could be playing family/children's games with their kid(s) or partner's kid(s). Maybe only a couple of people in the ship/polycule like a particular type of gaming and form a connection because of that, e.g. metamours bonding over PC gaming while their loved one in common has no interest at all in that. This could also be taken with a darker or more adult angle, as mind games or playing with someone.

March 4th - Affection – How do the different people in your ship show their affection? Is it with touch, like kisses, hugs etc, or is it words, such as compliments, or actions, like cooking a loved one their favorite meal or showering them in gifts. Do they crave affection and love public displays of it or do they prefer it to be private, or just occasional if they are very reserved. Is the type of affection they show the same with all their partners or does it differ with some of them in some way? If any of your ship work together, perhaps they have to hold it in check while on the job to be professional, or do they try to sneak affectionate moments in when people aren't looking.

March 5th - Awakening – This could be about a character's polyamorous awakening or a bi/pan awakening if they're already polyamorous but are surprised by feelings for someone of a different gender than expected for the first time. Or an awakening for anything else that they come to the realization of – like figuring out they are asexual, or having their feelings for someone suddenly hit them, or discovering one day that they have special abilities/powers. It could also be literal and fluffy, about them waking up in the morning with partners. Or literal and whumpy, waking up after something bad that happened where they lost consciousness.

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The rest of the prompts can be found in the full prompts post here.

[whumpsday]

i had a dream that during the present arc of kane and jim, Jim was kidnapped by my guy SILAS one night and turned into his bloodbag :) (warnings for captivity, gore, cannibalism, character death, and general sadistic cruelty of Silas)

it started with Jim being absolutely TERRIFIED because his worst nightmare came true and he was taken captive by a vampire again!! no more freedom for him!! after everything that happened, he was back to being a bloodbag! except this time, it was a million times worse because Silas is as sadistic and cruel as vampires come but in all different ways. i know ur missing a lot of context on what being in Silas’s captivity is really like long term since there’s only two chapters out but OUGH i don’t think Jim is mentally surviving this. in my dream it didn’t specify if Jim was immortal like Aspen, but even if Silas couldn’t kill him over and over or injure him in ways that would definitely kill a normal human, he still knows enough about human bodies to badly hurt them while keeping them alive and allowing them to have a full recovery so he could just keep hurting them again! he also wouldn’t use mind control/persuasion on him, similar to your guy Anton, it’s more fun when the bloodbag is scared into compliance. but Silas is also a CANNIBAL and would probably torment Jim in ways relating to that. like i can imagine he’d track down Liz and kill her and feed her to Jim if he makes too many escape attempts :( speaking of escape, in the dream, Kane, Liz and Laken tried looking for and rescuing Jim but they just couldn’t find him. he was there for a very long time. at the end of the dream, Jim was thinking about how if he never escaped Kane all those years ago, he’d never be at this point.

anyway this was such a whumpy dream i just had to share it :) this scenario will probably be playing in my head for the rest of the day i love ittt. Silas could always use more humans to torment i think!! nothing could go wrong

yeah silas would be WAY worse than jim or even anton! he would certainly have the mental turmoil of regretting running from kane, and keep hoping kane would eventually find and rescue him.

thank you for sharing!!

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Whumper-dumps ask game: 10, 11, and 15

Also, I read your pinned tropes list post, and I just wanna say that sickness and fainting are immaculate together. A whumpy pb&j. A good soup that never gets old. You get it.

- @writinggremlin

10- Have you ever experienced anything you put your whumpees through?

Yes! I've definitely experienced the good ol' 'standing up too fast, about to faint', and I've had bad reactions to medications before. I've experienced more of the emotional whump side of things, since I have autism and a panic disorder, so writing sensory overloads/shutdowns and panic attacks are my thing!

I have also been concussed before and I do not recommend it. Someone knocked into me while I was ice skating and I fell face first, blacked out for a few seconds, and then could not see for about half an hour- not even exaggerating, I was blind for a while 😭. Of course, though, this was on a school trip, so they just bundled me back into the coach, closed the curtains around me, and did not keep me from falling asleep like they were supposed to! I should've gone to the hospital asap but it was only when I got home, puked, and felt awful that my Mum took me to A&E (UK version of the ER).

11- Favourite whump blogs?

I mostly follow sickfic blogs on here, so special mention to @warmblanketwhump and @allthewhumpygoodness , I have post notifications turned on for both of them lol

That being said, often a post pops up on my feed from a whump blog I've never seen before, and it's fantastic!

15- How many whump related OCs do you have? How many have you posted?

This is a difficult question to answer honestly, because technically the answer is 0- I pretty much exclusively write for fandoms. However, a few of the characters I write for appear in their respective media so briefly (e.g a few episodes) and with so little background, that I'm essentially creating an OC lol. Pretty much everything about them is made up.

And yes! Fainting and sickness are GREAT together, especially when fainting is an indicator of just how rough they're feeling. Might make a full post about it...

[practically-an-x-man]

🎭 😍 🗺 🔨 🙈

Thank you so much!! <3333

You didn't specify an OC, so I'll answer this for Jasper!

A Sort of Whumpy Writer's Block Ask Game

🎭 Can you envision your OC in an alternate universe? What au would you choose and what role would they be in that world?

I think Jasper as a character could fit into pretty much any universe I decided to place them in - they don't have any attributes that are a hundred percent stuck on AHS Coven, and while I may have to change details here and there depending on which world I put them in, I don't see any real hitches in putting them in another universe.

On the one hand, this makes them very versatile! But on the other hand... I don't really have a particular idea for what alternate universe to fit them into

😍 What made you truly fall in love with your OC and made you want to continue their story?

Right from the beginning, I just really fell in love with Jasper's view on the world. I always have so much fun writing their empathic sense, but even from a more mundane perspective, their traits and personality are so incredibly dynamic to me and I think they have such a unique view on the world. The more I wrote for Jasper, the more I wanted to explore their view on the world!

🗺 Is there some place your OC would love to go or something your OC would love to do but likely could never happen within the boundaries of your story?

I think they'd definitely want to go on some romantic overseas vacation with Kyle, but given their financial constraints and the fact that Kyle is legally dead (not as much a problem in day-to-day work, but much more of an issue once passports and international travel come into play), that's probably not going to happen any time soon.

🔨 Are there any whump tropes that you'd love to see your OC's reactions to even though you couldn't or wouldn't put it into your actual story for whatever reason?

Jasper's story is going to be very emotionally-heavy, but it's really Kyle that will go through the more whumpy themes - Jasper is placed in reaction to it, which is also very powerful, but they rarely end up in particular physical danger themself. I do think that putting Jasper through some physical whump of their own would be interesting, especially in a way that might relate to or subvert the things that happened to Kyle.

🙈 What, if any, aspect of your OC is a little slice of you put down on paper? A little quirk, personality trait, mannerism, view of the world, etc.?

Honestly, there's a fair bit of myself reflected in Jasper! We're both very much punk/alt and aren't afraid to show that off. I'm genderqueer and there's some fluidity in that for me, and Jasper's genderfluid. I have a strong interest in anatomy and medicine and would have wound up in a medicine-related field if I'd continued with college, and Jasper is a trauma nurse. I've always been interested in roller derby, but haven't yet had the chance to try it out myself, so Jasper reflects that for me.

There's even a little piece of Jasper that reflects me on a more emotional level: they're an outwardly punk, outwardly queer person, who normally ends up attracted to dorky cis guys- who may or may not be understanding about their being queer or the other intricacies of their identity. I've gone through that a lot with my personal romantic life, and Jasper finding such an unshakably loving, understanding partner in Kyle is a bit of escapism/hopefulness for me. I really, really hope I can find someone who I can bond with the way Jasper bonds with Kyle - where I don't have to shave down who I am for the sake of a romantic partner, where I can be fully comfortable and genuine and know that those aspects of my identity won't chase them away.

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im sooo curious about mack can you tell more about her character and the setting/context.. she's a stupid dumb idiot!! (affectionate)

I can tell you some, not much because that would be spoilers (that would also not exist because I make a lot of stuff as I go). So some stuff about the stupid dumb idiot:

She's half-Spirit, a human/incubus hybrid for whump and for smut reasons;

I don't know how obvious it is that Mack & Violet are the same person, I just really like the living weapon who's dehumanized to the point she kinda has two personalities trope;

The story has three "eras". I'll be more detailed about it when I make the series masterlist;

General context is: the Elders of the coven tested toddlers' magical potential and Mack's was off the charts. So her stepmother made a deal with her dad and got the rights to train Mack. Adults pretend they don't know the "coven's weapon" is just a kid/teenager trained to be a killing machine. Terrible whumpy life happens blah blah blah. After she leaves the coven, she's found injured by Jace. He goes "injured baby, she's my baby now". Jace brings her into the agency thingy he works at, she accepts to be basically an unofficial agent to help her control the more violent urges. Still whumpy life but now with comfort and parental figures act like parents. Third era is more of a "caretaker Mack" and the one I currently have the least knowledge about;

It takes place in your regular "normal world but paranormal shit and magic happens", I suck at worldbuilding;

There'll be more explicit whump coming on, reminder she's half sex demon (kinda), but it'll have all the warnings. This is not a character who manages to escape the dead dove corner;

In the third era, she's eventually in a romantic relationship and has a lot of doubts about it. Just constantly wondering if she's being accidentally abusive;

Definitely in the "hall of characters that have PTSD and other disorders and how the fuck are you minimally functional?";

Also in the "hall of characters that are actually pretty complex if you think about it but I talk about them as if they're just a wet cat who needs someone to pick them up from the cat distribution system".

A bonus fact: she's a variation of an older OC. I still have two whumpees with the "living weapon backstory" but made Mack have it a little worse.

That's it for now, I could talk a lot about Mack because she's my main blorbo for now.