#pigmentedrat

[pigmentedrat]

If I was a whumper I would slowly just start talking to my whumpee like I talk to my dogs

Whumpee slept in?

‘There’s my sleepy baby!’

[lilybug-02]

Hello miss, if I may ask

Trick or treat?

@pigmentedrat

Devil Bread is busy figuring out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop… Feel free to get some candy!

[toyybox]

fair enough :3

tagging: @fallenwhumpee @pigmentedrat @whimp-whamp-whump

1. Do this uquiz

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @cdcouncil

[pigmentedrat]

gimme a whumpee who is taught that no is an answer they are allowed to give, taught the concept of free will

and decides this applies to everything

caretaker is thrilled that whumpee is making their own decisions until the phrase

"you need to eat at least some of your greens"

is met with a "No" and whumpee smacking their plate, making the plate hit the dining room floor all while maintaining direct eye contact with cartaker

whumpee is only allowed to use the plastic IKEA dishware caretaker bought them after the third time they broke a plate in the name of free will

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 14

dont mind me just feeding the birds

Caretaker could barely hear their frantic footsteps above the sound of their heart pounding in their ears. They had to find Whumpee they needed to find Whumpee. The team got a tip almost a week ago that Whumpee was here, and Caretaker hadn’t stopped asking about going for Whumpee since. Caretaker looked behind another row of highly stacked, unlabeled crates. Caretaker almost gave up hope when they still saw no sign of whumpee. Then the identifiable sound of a whimper comes from their left. "Whumpee? Whumpee!" Caretaker called out and their pace picked up to run towards the sound. They practically broke down crying when they saw a broken and bloodied figure lying on the floor of the warehouse. If they hadn't noticed the shaky breaths whumpee was taking they would have thought whumpee was dead. "Just hold on! hold on Whumpee I'll go get help"

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 10

i had higher hopes for this lol

words: 176

Whumpee's eyebrows scrunched, a scowl plastered across their face. They knew Whumper was just behind them, waiting for Whumpee to fail. But Whumpee was determined to get down the stairs and to the living room. It was pathetic that this was a challenge for them now, but Whumpee tried to cut themself some slack as Whumper had done a number on them. Whumpee stumbled and tried to catch themselves only to feel Whumper grabbing the back of their shirt so they didn't fall. WHumpee hissed a curse and wrenched themself free from Whumper's grasp. "I don't need your help!" WHumpee snarled whirling around to face Whumper. Whumper only smirked and replied, "Oh? Is that so?" Whumper gave a sharp shove to Whumpee's shoulder, something anyone would reorient from quickly. Yet Whumpee fell, landing hard. Whumpee scrambled up, desperate to prove their independence. "Yeah!" "Really? Can't you see how you're lost without me? Stumbling like a fawn without my help. It's sad, really, you can't even manage simple tasks."

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

oooh thank you for the tag!

“Yes, Your Highness,” I said, because what else was there to say?

(sorry if you've been tagged already) @pigmentedrat @painsandconfusion @rainydaywhump @toyybox @dont-touch-my-soup @mj-iza-writer @whumperofworlds @i-eat-worlds @whither-wander-whump @ilasknives @wibbly-wobbly-whump @lemongrass-whumps

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app

And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.

Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 7

idk what this us but its something so-

Words: 236

Caretaker leaned forward, practically holding their breath as they stared at Whumpee's still face. It was like Caretaker was pretending they were in the scene in a movie where the comatose character woke up. 

But this isn't a movie, and Whumpee isn't waking up. The doctors say they should wake up soon. Yet Caretaker knew how much they had been through with Whumper, and even if they woke up, they would have so much trauma to work through. It'd be difficult, but Caretaker would always stay by Whumpee's 

Cataker gently held Whumpee's hand in theirs. They rubbed small circles into the back of Whumpee's hand with their thumb. Caretaker turned Whumpee's hand over, tracing the lines of Whumpee's palm. 

They remembered a night long before. Where Caretaker had held Whumpee's hand with a palm reading website open on their laptop. Staring scrutinizingly at the lines on Whumpee's hand and saying ridiculous fortunes. It was all to hear Whumpee's laugh, light, and the most beautiful sound Caretaker ever heard. 

The steady beep of the heart monitor brought Caretaker back to the present. A present where they weren’t happy, they knew Whumper and Whumpee was still just lying there. 

“Whumpee?” Caretaker felt imaginably stupid talking to someone in a coma but they went on, “Can you hear me?”

No response. They knew there would be no response and yet it still hurt.

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 17

once again i had to stop and move on, I got bombarded to school work and am currently struggling to get caught up

It had been almost a week. A week of Whumpee being free from Whumper. A week of staying in the hospital. A week of the nurses trying to get their collar off. And a week of whumpee firmly refusing to take off their collar. The collar was made of dark brown leather with once sharp edges now worn smooth, a thick buckle against their throat. Whrumpee's fingers often drifted up to the leather and rubbed it to soothe themself. Though, it would usually end with Whumpee wincing and dropping their hand back down. today caretaker came into Whumpee's hospital room, settling down into a chair next to Whumpee. "Whumpee? Sweetie?" Caretaker asked with a soft, warm tone, "We need to talk about that collar of yours"

[pigmentedrat]

ignore the bad hand writing I was doing this on procreate pocket

My presouis blosbos

original chart

[wollemi-whump]

thank u dearly for the tag! :) (no idea if i did this right but here it is anyway)

@whump-is-love-whump-is-life @fraugustends @pigmentedrat @whither-wander-whump (no pressure) and open to anyone else that sees this

Being in the #whump community bingo! How many do you get?

Full list of squares:

first whumperflies stories

“they have all of my issues lmao”

favourite trope version #3547

everyone knows I love whump vs. nobody can know

posted as screenshots on pinterest

posts that are one line but hit just right

tag games that take 5 hours to scroll past

beloved mutual going feral in the notes

found your new best friend via niche tropes

discussions on improving diversity

“dead. i’m dead. this killed me.”

extremely nuanced, developed characters called A and B

bad things happen bingo never completed

fighting the morality police

fanfic about the character with 0.3 seconds of screentime

ao3 links for the really saucy stuff

“bestie you forgot your readmore” “OH NO”

prioritising fun

one of your OCs is called Sam

sharing irl experiences to inspire each other

gifsets of shows you’ve never heard of

twelve reblogs deep in the au with the mutual

picking the trope to fall asleep thinking about

making a whumpee for your friend’s whumper and vice versa

blacklisting a tag your mutual loves but supporting them anyway

crack posts and shitposting about agony

anonymous asks for the most fucked up tropes <3

monthly challenges for almost every month

realism has no power here

an arcane but extremely detailed tagging system OR nothing

that one trope you will always reblog

misspelling it ‘whimper’

everyone from the discord server knows the plot twist

whumpee who gets every disease

intro post with 200 notes

watching the show from all those gifsets

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 11

this one is short but I like it :)

Animal trap, no.1

Whumpee lashed their tail furiously. They had been stuck in this stupid trap, a cage made of wire, for hours. No one had come to see their trap hadn't caught prey but Whumpee. However, when Whumpee saw the look in Whumper's eyes they would regret ever wishing someone would come for them. because the look in Whumper's eyes made it clear to Whumpee that it wasn't a mistake,

Whumpee was the prey.

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 6

ooooo first whump drabble with an OC, as always reading is willing subjecting yourself to late-night unchecked writing :)

Alt prompt; Lab rat

Words: 492

Alice heard the noise before she opened her eyes. Beeping, the shuffle of fabric, and the sound of footsteps filled her ears. As the sound became clearer she opened her eyes to see blinding bright lights starting back down at her. Alice tossed her arm over her eyes and let out a groan. She was back in an experimenting room of this horrible lab. By the looks of it, they were done with whatever experimenting they did as Alice wasn't bound to the table she was lying on.

Alice, a bit groggy, sat up. She had little trust in the scientists and made a routine of checking she was in one piece after experiments. Arms, hands, and fingers are all there. When Alice went to count her fingers, her vision blurred for a moment and messed up her count; her heart sped up with anxiety. When Alice checked again and saw ten she finally moved on. Legs, feet, and toes: all intact. Lastly, Alice's hands went to one of her wings, feeling the broad stretch of long white feathers on one side, then the other.

Only after Alice was certain she was in one piece did she swing her legs off the side of the bed. The sound of a slamming door down the lab hall prompted her to get off the bed. Alice scurried to the doorway peering out to see if anyone was there. she saw a couple medics, with their starch white scrubs that contrasted red violently, and several adults in lab coats, no doubt scientists. Thankfully none of the people passing by paid her any mind. Alice cringed when she stepped out into the hallway, the pungent smell of rubbing alcohol assualing her nose.

Once Alice navigated through the starch-white maze that was the halls of the lab. She was deciding if it was worse to be left alone, unconscious, in a lab room deemed so useless or harmless that it was fine. Or hauled back to her enclosure by rough, painfully strong hands. Alice preferred the cold walk where she was overlooked to being thrown around.

Finally, she arrived in front of the door of her enclosure. A man much taller than she opened the door for her, his judging gaze seeming to pick out everything wrong with her. She could imagine what he was losing in his head 'Odd creature, too small, shaking like a child, barely knows how to fly-' she shut down her train of thought and went inside. The inside of her exhibit was no relief, the glass front letting her see steady streams of people, too loud and too bright, passing by on the visitor side of the zoo.

The only relief Alice could find was curling up in a sad excuse for a nest tucked into the corner of her enclosure. She fell into a sleep plagued with noise, lights, and too many people.

@rainbowsandwhumperflies - i have been so excited to show this to you lol

[pigmentedrat]

Whumptober, Day 13

ajkfdajgfkd i love this

the grammar is iffy but it gave me the squibbles swuabbles

words: 217

tw: mention of abuse and conditioning

Aftermath of Failure altprompt

Whumpee sat perfectly still, waiting for their punishment. Whumpee was kneeling on the hard, cold floor with their hands folded neatly in their lap and head bowed. they would have been proud of the clean neatness of the position the were holding if they weren't waiting for punishment. Whumpee had dropped a plate when doing the dishes, the shards still scattered near their knees. Whumpee barely noticed the pain of the sharp edges digging into the skin of Whumpee's shins and knees. when Whumpee had been kneeling there for a couple of minutes with no punishment they glanced up. "I'm ready?" whumpee said with a questioning lilt to their voice. They wondered why Whumper hadn't landed the first blow and started yelling. only to not see an angry face but one filled with horror and confusion. They almost didn't recognize the face until the person pulled them up off the floor into a hug. It was Caretaker, This was the house they lived in together, Whumpee was safe. all things Caretaker repeated to them as Cartekr pet their hair and hugged them. Whumpee was crushed with the horrible realization that Whumper conditioned them so much that 2 years later they still responded to a mistake like this. Like wanting a caretaker to hurt them, to punish them.

[pigmentedrat]

For the Q&A session!

To you: what is your process when you write?

-- @whumperofworlds

I usually read Whump prompts that specifically relate to what I want to write untill i feel inspired to write. Then I do a rough draft where I get at much down on paper as possible until my motivation runs out. Then I go back and revise

Thanks for the ask! :))

[pigmentedrat]

The most dangerous game

I had to read this for a class and OMFG ITS WHUMP, and specifically it’s really really close to what I’m doing for Whumptober day 31

okay all I remember is that basically a rich dude is like ‘fuck it animals aren’t smart enough and too bleeding to hunt, ima hunt humans instead’ so he ‘trains’ then, gives them a ‘choice’ (death or hunt) they choose hun the hints them- so whump