#post apocalypse whumpee

[echoingalaxies]

Whump drabbles, 8/100: hidden.

Whumpee had been alone for centuries.

That’s what you get for being immortal at the end of the world – that’s what Whumpee assumed had happened. It was hard to tell, being locked away in an underground cell. Whumper had sealed the door shut before everything ended. There was only a small, barred window near the ceiling, too high for Whumpee to reach. Gods know he’d tried.

The birds were his only friends, and the only life he’d witnessed in several lifespans, blessing him with their melodies.

Whumpee often sang along, desperate to someday hear another human voice join the choir.

[mj-iza-writer]

This is experimental, and anonymous gave me the idea for doomy and gloomy, and I've been rolling it in my brain for the day. I can't help but brighten the end though. -MJ

Sorry it's long, I put in 'read more' to shorten it. I hope you enjoy.

Post Apocalyptic Whump.

"We'll stop here for tonight", Leader nearly collapsed with the weight of Whumpee on their back, "how are you doing Whumpee?"

"Hmmm", Whumpee moaned.

"That's what I was afraid of", Leader sighed as the team helped get Whumpee down from their back.

"Please just kill me", Whumpee whispered as the team unwrapped their bandaged arm, "I'm slowing you down."

"I'm not doing that", Leader looked over the arm, "we are going to get you medical help, and you will be okay. I promise you. You are just as essential to our team as the rest of us."

Whumpee fell quiet as they looked over the arm.

"I'm not going to sugar coat it. Your flesh seems to be rotting away from your body", the medic carefully moved the arm, "this infection has spread really fast."

"There must have been something more in that rust you got cut on", Leader frowned.

"It hurts", Whumpee looked at Leader and Medic.

Medic pulled out their stash of painkillers and eyed Leader, "we need to get them to that Doctor before I run out of these."

"I'll be okay", Whumpee quickly stated, "I don't need any right now, see if anyone else needs them."

"Whumpee?", Leader sadly scratched Whumpee's head.

"I'll be okay, I know others in our group are hiding their pain. They need it too", Whumpee frowned, "can we wrap that up so I can go to sleep."

The night was long for Whumpee they kept as quietly as possible as the others slept. They thought about the doctor, hoping they would actually help.

'Medical help is scarce nowadays', Whumpee reminded themself, 'I may be too far gone when we get their. They won't want to waste it on me.'

They heard Leader wake up, they faked sleeping.

"I know you're awake", Leader leaned over to them, "you need to get some sleep."

"What if.... what if they won't help us?", Whumpee whispered, "what if I'm too far gone?"

"We can't dwell on that. We can only go there and see. If that happens, then we will think about our next steps", Leader patted their head, "please keep your hopes alive. In our current world, we need to hold onto hope."

Leader wrapped Whumpee in a hug and they both managed to fall asleep.

The next day, they made it to the City of Sanctuary, these were places where many top doctors, scientists, and many others were kept protected. People could come in for a few days at a time for rest and to see the doctors.

"Sanctuary please", Leader almost pleaded as they knocked at the gate.

A screen opened and a face peaked out.

"What do you seek?", the person asked.

"We are five survivors from City D, we seek medical. Four of us need to be checked, but our fifth member has a bad infection on their arm", Leader stated, "we beg of you."

"You said City D, that's a long walk", the person looked at them all, they glanced at Whumpee on Leader's back, "is that the one with the infection?"

"Yes sir", Leader sighed, "you were our closest City of Sanctuary, our closest hope."

"Okay come in", the person closed the screen, then opened the gate to let them in.

As they walked through the settlement, many others sanctuary seekers watched them with saddened faces.

They were led into a private room to rest.

"Let me see the infection and see how bad it is", the person came around to a table and patted it.

Leader carefully set Whumpee down on the table and watched the person unwrap the arm.

Whumpee winced as the bandage pulled rotten skin off. They all watched as the skin dropped to the person's shoes.

"That's not good", the person sighed as they looked over the arm, "I have two people in mind, can you other four wait for us to take care of the arm, or should I bring some doctors to do your checkups as well?"

Leader looked at all the team members. They all agreed that Whumpee would need to be the main priority for right now.

"Whumpee needs to be treated as soon as possible", Leader looked at Whumpee, "we can wait."

Two doctors came in. One instantly looked at Whumpee and left shaking their head.

"That's not good", Whumpee looked at Leader.

"Don't mind them", the second doctor stepped up to the table, "let's see what's going on, my name is Caretaker."

Leader introduced everyone in the group.

"We can't lose Whumpee sir", Leader frowned, "they are important to our group."

"I'll see what I can do", the doctor looked over the arm, "what exactly happened?"

"Our home in City D was attacked by another group, it was burnt down in the end", Medic sighed, "on our way out a few of us got some minor burns. I was able to take care of these. Whumpee got their arm sliced open by some rusty metal. It looked fine at first, and I was treating it as normal. I think there was something in the rust though."

"Are you a doctor?", Caretaker looked up shocked.

"Not quite, I'm a nurse practitioner though", Medic sighed.

"Got you", Caretaker smiled, "I'd hate say it, but I can't save the arm."

Whumpee looked at Leader then looked down.

"Now, now don't look so sad. We have two options. I can amputate this arm to the shoulder and give medicine to fight any infection coursing through your blood. You'll be here for a few weeks while you recover, I'll need to monitor your healing. You'll all receive sanctuary for that long as well.

"What's the second option?", Leader looked at them.

"We offer medicine to Whumpee to make them comfortable until they die. They won't survive much longer like this", Caretaker watched their reactions, "again you will all receive sanctuary until they pass."

"What's the survival rate if you amputate the arm", Leader looked at Whumpee.

"If it's successful and heals well, they have a good chance", Caretaker sat down beside Whumpee, "I can have that arm removed in 60 minutes give or take. A colleague and I will do it together along with a few nurses. We've done this before."

Leader kept staring at Whumpee.

"Whumpee I suggest you let them do the amputation", Medic spoke up.

"It's Whumpee's choice", Leader sighed, "although I agree and don't want to lose Whumpee, they have to be the one losing the arm."

Everyone, including Caretaker, turned to Whumpee, but before an answer could be given the door was slammed open.

"Caretaker, we can't use our services to save a dying person", the doctor that had walked away earlier came in quickly. Clearly, he was eavesdropping.

"What?", Leader looked at then angrily, "is this not a City of Sanctuary. We seaked you out, walked all the way here, and you deny us."

"You four can receive care...."

"Stop", Caretaker cut in, "I will not allow you to stop me from treating this team. I can save them, and I am going to do it. Whether you like it or not."

The person scoffed.

"Go get Benjamin we have a person to save", Caretaker turned to Whumpee, "let's try to amputate, I promise you I think it will work."

The person stormed away as Whumpee nodded.

The team sat outside as the procedure was done. Several teams had come by to talk about their travels, and what was next for this world they were trapped in.

Caretaker and Benjamin came out a while later both grinning.

"It was successful", Caretaker announced, "Whumpee will be out for a while, so we have time to take care of you four."

"Let them be seen first, I'll wait", Leader looked at them, "I want my team to be taken care of."

After the other three were taken care of, Caretaker came out for Leader, who was leaned up against the wall.

Medic came out with a big smile and a fully stocked medical bag.

"Great", Leader grinned.

"You got some goodies", Leader grinned.

Medic nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll see you next", Caretaker opened the door.

Caretaker waited while Leader undressed and got ready for the exam.

"You know you're one of the better leaders that have come through here", Caretaker started to turn to Leader, "you take good care of your te.... what the heck is that?"

Leader smiled weakly, "the day before the world went to hell, I had open heart surgery. I wasn't able to return to have the stitches removed. No one on my team knows about this, and it needs to stay that way."

"May I", Caretaker started to walk over to them.

"Yep that's fine", Leader sighed.

"Your skin has grown around the stitches now, it will hurt a lot to take these out", Caretaker ran their fingers down the stitches.

"Yes I know. I'm fine with them staying their, they don't bother me anymore", Leader sighed, "it's part of me I guess. Please don't tell my team though, I don't need them to worry."

Caretaker studied Leader, "I'm going to say it again, I've seen pretty good leaders come through here, you are a great leader though", Caretaker marveled, "I wish I could help you with that.... do you want me to try."

"No, no. I don't need any open wounds to deal with", Leader frowned, "like I said it doesn't bother me anymore, and I don't have to worry about infections with them left in."

Caretaker shook their head, "okay, um, I guess let's get you taken care of."

Leader stepped out of the room after all was done. The team was waiting outside.

Caretaker came out a few minutes after.

"Whumpee is awake, but a little loopy from the drugs and the infection. I believe they will make a full recovery though", Caretaker looked at Leader, "you made it just in time, any longer would have probably been different.

"Thankyou... for everything", Leader smiled.

Everyone also thanked Caretaker.

"I'll be in to check on you in a while", Caretaker walked away, "I'll bring dinner."

Everyone went into see Whumpee. It would take a while to get use to, they knew that. They were happy to have Whumpee, that's all that mattered.

Later, Caretaker came in with someone else, both carried food.

"This is one of the leaders in this Sanctuary City", Caretaker introduced as they handed the food out.

Leader helped Whumpee, who was struggling to figure out their one arm.

"I need to ask", the cities leader handed one last food item, "I heard one of your team members is a nurse practioner."

"You've kept your team healthy this whole time, that just shows how good you are at your job", the leader continued, "would you be interested in staying in our city."

"Yes", Medic raised their hand as they hurried to eat.

"I-I would, but I can't leave my team they need me", Medic looked at the members.

"You wouldn't have to", the leader continued, "your team can stay here, I understand your hideout was burnt down. You could all stay in our City of Sanctuary. Caretaker can keep an eye on the injured members of the team as well. We need a nurse practitioner here."

"Injured?", Medic looked around, "you mean just Whumpee, right?"

Leader shot a glare at Caretaker.

"Yes Whumpee of course", Caretaker jumped in.

"Can we talk about this and give an answer tomorrow?", Medic replied.

When the five were alone they eyed Leader.

"What do we think", Leader sighed and looked at everyone.

"Where else do we have to go, City D doesn't feel like home anymore", someone replied.

"We traveled all the way here. I was getting sick of being nomadic, honestly", another stated, "we will be close to medicine and have shelter."

"It would be nice to be in a protected area, maybe even get updated quickly on the world's progress", Leader watched Whumpee struggle to open their water canteen, "plus Whumpee may have a better chance in case the infection did spread", Leader reached for the canteen.

Whumpee looked at them all in defeat.

"I think most of us are in agreement, but it is up to Medic. The city seems to be most interested in them", Leader looked at Medic, who was in deep thought, "Medic would be working hard for us to stay here. I will agree with whatever Medic wants to do, and follow their lead."

Whumpee sighed, "I miss my arm", they smiled a little, "I agree with Leader, though. I'll follow what Medic wants to do."

"I have to agree", Medic finally answered, "their isn't much else out their for us. City D was getting to be dangerous, and the nomadic lifestyle isn't safe. We could be in areas where we won't get news and updates", Medic paused.

"I know I will be busy, but that's what I signed up for isn't it? I wanted to help people. This may be my chance to use my skills", Medic looked at Leader, "I think we should stay here, at least as long as we can."

They all sat together quietly, enjoying the peace they felt.

"I have to be honest", Leader finally stated, "it's been something I've kept secret for this long, and I think Caretaker is pulling a few more strings than what we think."

"What do you mean?", Medic looked at them along with everyone else.

"Before all of this, I had open heart surgery. Quite literally the day before", Leader pulled up their shirt to reveal the old stitches, "I was never able to get them taken out after, and I couldn't risk having an open wound."

They all gasped.

"Your skin has grown over it now, that's going to be hard to remove", Medic looked closer, "why didn't you tell us?"

"They never bothered me. It's fully healed, so I let them go", Leader smiled sheepishly, "Caretaker saw them when I had my check up, I'm sure they are going to try to remove them sometime. I might allow it even."

"You're getting these removed", Medic scolded, "you're crazy for letting that go this long."

"It was safer for one thing, instead of going around with opened wounds. It was long healed by the time you joined our group so you wouldn't have been able to do it either. Plus where wasni supposed to go?", Leader argued, "I'll let them take it out when they are ready."

After a while, they all started to relax again. They huddled close together, and within a few minutes, all of them were fast asleep.

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[generic-whumperz]

Two unlikely strangers collide and learn to put aside their differences to work together for a chance to survive the dual threats of red room internet stardom and the apocalypse.

(This story takes place within the Apocamerica AU)

Writing: A03 | Backstory | Progressing Storyline

Playlists (story and characters, Spotify & YouTube Music links)

General Content Warnings (18+)

Character Info

(Tentative) Timeline

(Amateur) Art:

Bad Procreate Portrait! +Backstory

Basement Dayz

SPD Basement Haunting

OC Week Day 5: Powers

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"Life Before" Backstory ask

OC in 3 (Aid vibe pics, visual references)

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Sam healing Dee, now in color ;3

[prismpanic]

So I made a whump OC...

WHUMPEE

NAME:

His name is Venus!

FROM:

He lives in a post-apocolyptic Cyberpunk universe. There's The City, for the "perfect" of society, and Outside the Wall. The Outside is a sprawling slum, thousands of miles wide, where The City dumps both actual garbage and people they consider trash. Venus was thrown out on the annual "Cleaning" on his 16th birthday, for having depression, (from the impossible standerds impossesed on The City people) and deemed "useless" to society.

WHUMP:

He was thrown over the wall and instantly traded any freedom he might have had to a stranger to heal his broken leg. The man took him to a massive underground mall/nightclub/auction house of blinding neon lights, threw him in a tube, knocked him out, and sold him to the highest bidder, which was a group that's basically "We rent people for dirt cheap because we're all terrible freaks!" He's been there for 5 years, and is becoming hard to rent out due to "rough treatment" He doesn't want to -CAN'T- be thrown out again. So for the first time in his life, he runs away, and comes to an odd...soft green patch of concreate? And passes out.

CARETAKER:

A 16-year-old named Mars, he's from The City. The City has no plant life or animals, but Mars found a small hole in the wall. He snuck Outside, and found the first plant their planet has seen in decades. Soon after, he had grown a small garden. When he came to water his wildflowers, he found a dude passed out in his daisys.

Sooooooooooooooo post more sometime if I get any feedback?

Oh, reblogs are epic btw!

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Tears of Blood

Remember when I said I’d do a mini series? Yeah. Sorry it took two weeks, but it’s here now.

CW: 1st person POV, post- apocalypse, orphans, minor deaths, gun, gun violence, death by gun violence, vampire whumpee, captivity, shady apocalypse survivor group, ask to tag more

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The thing I can remember most about it my life is being alone.

When I was very young, I lived with my sisters. But when the land started to decay, and strange creatures were found roaming, my oldest sister set out to ask what was happening. She did not return.

For a long time, it was just me and Lola. She forbid me from going outside the far gate, which separated our home from the rest of the world. For a long, long time, I didn’t know anyone my age. I didn’t know anyone at all. Just me and Lola, Lola and I.

And then, suddenly, it was just me.

A man tried to come into our house. He had a weapon that I’ve never seen before, but it made a very loud noise. Lola told me to run to the lake that was visible from our house. She had a shed there. I was supposed to hide there and she’d come for me.

But she never came. When it got dark, I went back to the house. They were both dead in the front yard, stranger and sister, not too far from one another.

So I’ve been on my own ever since.

I learned many things from some of Lola’s journals that I took. Like how, after the land rotted, many people became desperate and wicked. They saw rapidly depleting resources every moment and monsters in the corners of their eyes. It was interesting to learn how quickly people turn on each other when they think they or a loved one is being threatened.

So with the land loosing power and something making people more prone to violence, the world descended into chaos. There’s supposedly still governments and large society, but most people live with just their family or a small group these days.

I wonder why Lola never had us join a group. We could’ve certainly used it over the years. A teenager and a kid living on their own off a dying land surrounded by monsters wasn’t that easy, I won’t lie. Perhaps she was just scared of the thing that got our older sister. I was so young, I don’t even remember her name, and it’s too painful for Lola to talk about. She was twelve at the time.

It must’ve been terrifying to suddenly be all on her own with a toddler to care for and creepy, violent strangers to look out for. She did her best, and I’m proud of her. I really miss her, but there’s not time to think about it. The little game we had at home is too hard to manage by myself, plus I want to join a group. I mean, the house also holds too many memories of Lola, but I’m actively trying to not think about that right now!

…It’s funny. The more you try to not think of something, the more you think about it.

Anyway! So there I was, setting off to a new adventure!

I could only hope everything went well.

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I ended up finding a group!

So, there I was, walking along the road. I had been for days, and although I had found edible plants here and there, I was starving.

I happened upon a little creek and decided to get some water when I noticed some small white flowers. Wild carrots! They were small, but I took what I got.

After pulling them up and starting to wash them in the river, I heard a tiny gasp. I turned and saw two kids in the forest. Looking further, there was a cautious teenager also in the woods, further back than the kids.

“How did you know how to find carrots?” One kid asked.

“My sister taught me. She told me all about what plants to eat and ones to avoid. Where’d you come from, though? Is there a settlement around here?”

The teen huffed.

“Better question is where are you from? We don’t usually get strangers in our woods. At least not ones with friendly intentions.”

Oh yeah. Probably should’ve thought of that. I put my hands in the air.

“I don’t mean any trouble! My name is Yvette. I come from an area about 6 days walk from here. I was just my family, and after an attack, I left. Now I’m trying to find another group to live with. So, if there’s people here, I’d love to talk with your leader or whatever and figure something out. Please.”

I added that ‘please’ as an afterthought. Some politeness couldn’t hurt.

The teenager considered her for a long time.

“You can forage, right? Can you do it well?”

“Yes and yes. I probably know every edible plant in this area. Like right below your shoulder, there’s some mushrooms on that beech tree. We call it chicken of the woods. Very tasty.”

“We could use an experienced forager. No promises though! I’m just going to bring you to the leader.”

I nodded. I had expected as much.

We go back to their camp. There’s a huge fence with barb wire at the top. Two guards waited at the gate. One nodded to me.

“Who’s that?”

“This is Yvette. Her group got attacked, but she wants to join us. She can forage and stuff.”

The guards looked at each other.

“Bring her to the boss, I guess.”

Eee, I’m so excited and nervous! This is all so weird.

They lead me through the camp. There’s lots of people here! Maybe 20 or 30. More than I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to meet all of them. Their eyes seemed to follow me warily though. One mouths something to me, but I don’t catch what it was. I don’t know much about people, but that seemed unnecessarily ominous. I hope this isn’t one of those weird groups that Lola was always scared about.

There’s a big house at the center of town with a barn attached. An old man sits on the porch, but quickly stands when we arrive. I think he’s the leader.

“What is this? Who are you?”

Everyone looks at me. Apparently it’s up to me to defend myself.

“Oh! Um, hello. My name is Yvette. My family was attacked and I was the only one left. I can fight and I’m fast. I am a experienced forager. There’s so much food right outside your gates that is going unused. I’d do my part and be an excellent member of this group. I’d really like to join, if you’ll let me. Please, uh, sir.”

The man studied me, then glanced at the barn.

“Let me show you something. Then when can talk.”

He started to walk to the barn and I followed. The teenager and the guards looked afraid. One of them even grabbed my arm.

“Are you sure, boss? Isn’t it dangerous-“

“I’m sure. We have to be very careful about kind of people we bring in here. And don’t worry,” he said, turning to me. “I can keep the danger in check. You’ll be fine.”

There’s something very wrong with this place. I don’t like this man or his barn. I would like to leave. Something in me tells me this is my only chance.

“Actually, I don’t think I want to-“ My voice dies in my throat as the doors to the barn swing open.

Immediately, there’s a rattling and the sound of something scurrying. Twin red lights shoot forward at us. The guards swear and jump back, as do I, but the man stands still. There’s a clang, and as my eyes adjust, I see that the thing inside the barn had to tried to run, but a large, thick chain kept it back. The red lights were it’s eyes, glowing scarlet irises staring at the man. It’s mouth was tapped shut, but I knew that sharp fangs lied beneath.

I had heard of this creature only once before, when Lola told me why she thought our oldest sister never returned.

“A vampire… It’s a vampire.”

The man nodded.

“The secret to our success. No one must ever know.” He studied my face. “You seemed so eager to prove yourself before. Will you still stay, dedicate yourself to the group?”

I didn’t really want to find out what would happen if I said no. Besides, I was probably just being paranoid. I had never met anyone outside my family that I can remember. These people weren’t weird or threatening. It was fine, I was fine!

“Yeah. I mean, yes! I will dedicate myself to the group and be a good member. I won’t tell anyone about the, uh, vampire.”

The man eyed me suspiciously.

“Time will tell, child. For now, get some rest. You,” he gestured to a guard. “Take her to her room.”

Despite all my self assurances, I still felt really, really bad feeling about this.

[deviant-doughnut]

Introduction Post!

Hey there. I’m Deviant-Doughnut, and I go by J (he/him). I’ve been lurking in the whump community for a while and I love it, and have finally worked up the courage to do a little introduction post. I’ve loved whump, without knowing the name for it, for so many years, and I’m hoping to take part in a writing event soon and add my voice to the array of wonderful whump writers I’ve been appreciating here.

I’d also love to make some new friends in this community, so please feel free to follow me or reach out to me so I can follow you back ☺️

Minors please DNI, there is NSFW content on this blog.

My Whump Writing So Far

Please heed content warnings. Asterix indicate snippets which contain NSFWhump.

100 word drabbles (includes some NSFWhump)

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Augusnippets 2024

Day One (Forced To Watch)* | Day Two (Whumpee Wearing Caretaker’s Clothes)* | Day Three (Flashbacks) | Day Four (Whipping) | Day Five (Feverish Caretaking) | Day Six (Car Accident) | Day Seven (Waterboarding) | Day Eight (Found Family)* | Day Nine (Hypothermia) | Day Ten (Begging For Mercy)* | Day Eleven (Breaking The Conditioning) | Day Twelve (Trapped) | Day Thirteen (Drugging)* | Day Fourteen (Protective Caretaker)* | Day Fifteen (Throwing Up) | Day Sixteen (Humiliation)* | Day Seventeen (Forgiveness) | Day Eighteen (Apocalypse)* | Day Nineteen (Collared)*| Day Twenty (Homemade Meal) | Day Twenty-One (Medical Complications) |

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One Shots/Random Whump

Between One Pair Of Hands And Another *

More to come…

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Beloved Whump Tropes:

1. Defiant whumpee 2. NSFWhump 3. Knives 4. Whipping 5. Captivity 6. Psychological Whump mixed in with the physical 7. Team Leader Whump 8. Lab rat whump 9. Forced to watch/forced to whump 10. Shock collars

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Whump Prompt List Based off of Video Games I'm Replaying

1) "Get them out of there!" Caretaker's scream barely pierced through the chaotic barrage of war. They watched, shallow breaths causing them to sway, as soldiers scrambled to pull Whumpee out of the rubble that was once their mech. (Titanfall)

2) "So-" Villain poked Hero at the side of their face, quickly racing off before the hot headed brute succeeded in a swing. As much as Hero wanted nothing more then to end the act of living for Villain as soon as their back were turned, they had no choice. The wasteland would consume them whole. Villain knows this vast dead city.

"You're going to get yourself killed." Hero warned. Villain laughed. They always laughed, which is Hero immediately knew something was wrong when Villain burst into a screaming cry later that night. (Metro Last Light)

3) Caretaker's boots thudded against a heavy object in the sand. They skirted it back, catching a patch of deep brown cloth.

Treasure all the way out here would be great. What kind of idiot would bury it so close to the surface?

They dug their hands, scooping aside clumps of sand and spare pebbles. Eventually they pulled back enough to make out a humanoid figure underneath. Immediately they broke into a panic, unearthing a heavily armored Whumpee. (Fallout: New Vegas)

4) Nonhuman whumpee hissed, bearing their teeth, but they could do nothing more. Their wings were in a wilted state. Their claws bled with their own blood. Their eyes were full of exhaustion. (Terraria)

5) Cultist whumper. (Cult of the Lamb)

6) Whumpee was dragged away from the post, clawing at the air and screaming desperately to the stone cold face that barely reacted to calling for their detainment. Who knew where they were going next? A prison, interrogation, maybe something even worse. (Papers, Please)

7) "What's the prognosis doc?" Whumpee's voice was weak. Caretaker took their hand in a slow gentle motion, feeling the thick bandages padded over sores that speckled Whumpee's knuckles. How was Caretaker supposed to tell Whumpee they were likely not to make it? (Plague Inc)

8) Whumpee clawed at their face and neck, trying to locate where the seal should go. They couldn't see through their tear bubbling eyes. Gasping for any sort of air, they only understand that somewhere the glass of their gas mask broke. Each unsafe breath equaled less vision, less hand-eye coordination, less of a chance to survive this. (Metro Exodus)

9) They through whumpee off the side of the cart, leaving them in the low puddles of the ditches. Equally unceremoniously they took off. Whumpee was nature's problem now. (Metro 2033)

10) Caretaker wondered through the green haze of apocalypse. Deep robotic breaths exhaled out their hazmat suit. Their eyes scanned the nostalgic but unrecognizable wasteland around them. They had to save anybody or anything they could manage to. (Stardew Valley)

[the-whumpening]

"Fuck It" Friday #1

In continuing my weekly themed posts, this is the best title I could come up with lol. This slot is for me to post whatever is on my mind--prompts, recommendations, drabbles, art, etc. Fuck it!

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This week's post: Favorite Fics (as of late)

Moonflower (ongoing; slavery/fae/whumpee x caretaker) by @echo-goes-mmm

Great if you love: fantasy and royal settings, carewhumpers or unwilling whumpers, fae whumpee, super sweet friendship (or more??) between caretaker/carewhumper and whumpee

Part of You (oneshot; vore?? cannibalism? wlw?? amazing horror whump) by @sowhumpshaped

Great if you love: girlbosses getting shit done, disabled MC, lesbians, horror (especially body horror), obsessive love [I got to beta read this and it's incredible like holy shit dude] ALSO it's pretty intense so obligatory DEAD DOVE warning

Forged Divinity (completed; also DEAD DOVE but in a different way, nsfwhump, religious themes, post-apocalypse setting) by @whump-card

Great if you love: clever and manipulative whumpees, complex whumpers, political intrigue and scheming, multiple POV, open/downer endings [I am only through the first two arcs so far but I'm really enthralled with the worldbuilding and the whumpee]

That'll be it for this week! I had to really narrow things down to the few I loved and could find the links to quickly, so there are absolutely others I didn't get to shout out this time. But please, give these a look if they pique your interest, and show the authors some love!

See you on Monday for our next character intro!

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter 🦌

Masterlist

Synopsis: A mini-series that takes place in the woods. A nature-loving whumpee steps into a hunter's trap, where the whumper decides they'll keep them — though neither of them were prepared for every apocalyptic scenario to happen all at once.

30 total parts, but the parts aren't very long. Word count and content will be displayed at the beginning of each part.

Part 1: "The Woods"

Part 2: "Hunter's Cabin"

Part 3: "Restless Nights"

Part 4: "Broken Glass"

Part 5: "Cabin Colds"

Part 6: "Fawn and the Fog"

Part 7: "Ghosts and Dreams"

Part 8: "Fawn's Punishment"

Part 9: "Footprints in the Snow"

Part 10: "Into Town"

Part 11: "Fear and Fangs"

Part 12: "Anaira and Ethel"

Part 13: "Severin"

Part 14: "The Apocalypse"

Part 15: "Remnants of the Past"

Part 16: "The Roadside Cult" (Up Next)

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Extras:

Fawn and Hunter rambles, art, and more!

Series inspiration

Also this here is the YouTube playlist I mentioned I was listening to in the inspiration post. I listen to it all the time while writing for it, so check it out if you want those Fawn and Hunter music vibes 👌

Story Taglist: @parasitebunny @whumpy-wyrms @fruitypinapple00 @otterfrost @catnykit

If anyone wants removed or added to the taglist, please let me know in the comments of either this post, or the comments of the most recent part.

All photography used as banners + any art featured is by me.

[ronanziriano]

I did it. I somehow managed to write and post every day for 30 days. After so long writing maybe a couple hundred words per month. This is a big deal. I crave attention for my accomplishment.

Anyway, this is a masterpost for my fills for the @augusnippets event.

Day 1 - Gaslighting

Day 2 - Hair Care

Day 3 - Blizzard

Day 4 - Amputation

Day 5 - Whumpee Wearing Caretaker’s Clothes

Day 6 - Shipwreck

Day 7 - Drowning

Day 8 - Reunion

Day 9 - Dehydration

Day 10 - Execution

Day 11 - Safe and Sound

Day 12 - Avalanche

Day 13 - Drugging

Day 14 - Gifts

Day 15 - Food Poisoning/Throwing Up

Day 16 - Humiliation

Day 17 - Forgiveness

Day 18 - Apocalypse

Day 19 - Collared

Day 20 - Quenched Thirst

Day 21 - Vertigo

Day 22 - Recapture

Day 23 - Massage

Day 24 - Bear Trap

Day 25 - Whipping

Day 26 - Snuggling

Day 27 - Chronic Pain

Day 28 - Body Control

Day 29 - Tending to Non-Human Whumpee’s Non-Human Parts

Day 30 - Overdose

[whumpflash]

Acacia Aneura: On and Up

cw: noncon drugging, beating aftermath, slavery/captivity, branding, briefly mentioned noncon

previous ///// masterlist ///// next

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Most scavs were loners at heart, and Judd was no exception. He had friends back at the camp, sure. They'd swap tips, share tools, maybe even split a haul if someone came up empty handed. But not a single one would stick their neck out for him. Judd didn't expect them to. He sure as hell wouldn't do it for them, not if he could get away scott-free.

So why the fuck had Skye come back for him?

The thought burned away at his skull, dancing the fucking two-step with the bitter dismay of his failure to escape. 

Judd and Skye were each fitted with heavy restraints, courtesy of the slaver's market; an apology to the buyer for the hassle the pair had caused. The man saw fit to drug them both for the ride as well, pinching Judd's nose and forcing his jaw apart when he tried to fight it. Not Compliance, but something thick and bitter that leadened his limbs and made him drowsy. The two captives were tossed into a storage compartment in the back of the buyer's transport, and locked inside.

Judd tried to reposition himself in a way that didn't put too much pressure on his bound arms, grimacing as the compartment began to rumble with the start of the vehicle's motor. This was it, then. He was about to disappear from the wastes, maybe forever. 

As shitty and brutal as the desert could be, it was still his home, and the fear of leaving it all behind overpowered the heavy pull of the drug, keeping him from slipping under.

Beside him, he could feel Skye struggling into a better position. There was hardly any room to move between the two of them, and by the time he stopped his squirming, he was leaning heavy on Judd. Any other circumstance, he would've shoved the other man away. Cussed him out. But the drug and his throbbing head and the feeling that he owed the older man something, kept him silent.

For some reason, he was caught by surprise when Skye spoke.

"Listen close, bully," he mumbled, his words coming out half-slurred. "Man who has us is very rich, and he came down to the market himself. Hand-picked you." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "Means he has a purpose already in mind for you. Likely either as a pit fighter or a pet."

"Pet?" Judd repeated.

"Bedslave," Skye replied, confirming what Judd already knew, and intensifying the sinking feeling in his stomach.

He clenched his jaw, willing the feeling away. It didn't have to happen. He could still escape.

But even as he thought it, he knew how pointless that hope was.

"What about you?" he asked.

The older man shrugged against him. "I'm an afterthought. Pits or labor. Doesn't matter." His voice sharpened. "You need to get him to make you a fighter. Don't know if that's what he's already got planned, but if it's not, you need to change his mind."

Judd scowled, despite knowing Skye couldn't see it. "What difference does it make? Still a slave either way."

"Fighters need to put on a show," Skye said, suppressing a wince as he shifted again. "They escape the drugs, the Compliance, at least when they're getting ready for a match. They get to train. It's your best chance at escape."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The better your chances, the less I have to worry about you."

Judd grunted, pressing his cheek against the metal inner wall of the transport. "You should've just fucking ran," he said in a near-whisper.

"That's where you're wrong," Skye replied. "I couldn't be responsible for a fellow scav losing his freedom."

"Now you're responsible for two."

Skye had no response for that. Judd pushed further into the wall, until the pressure on his face built to something almost painful, biting past the dragging effects of the drug. He was going about this wrong, he knew. He was shackled, in the hands of a man who thought he could own him, on the way to a city that might as well be alien. He needed all the allies he could get.

"What about the kid?" Judd said, changing the subject. "Is he—?"

"She is miles away at our camp. Safe." The way he said it sounded almost sad. Resigned.

"What's going to happen to her if you're…" Judd bit the inside of his cheek. "With me?"

A sigh from Skye. "She… I told her not to come after me. Said if I was gone more than a week, to just move on."

"Just move on?"

"Hell knows if she'll listen or not." Affectionate. "Evyr'll be okay. She's a tough kid. She knows I wouldn't just leave her. That if I don't come back it's… it's because I can't."

Judd swallowed. "You said becoming a fighter's the best chance at escape. You think there is a chance then?"

"There's always a chance. Tough one, but scavs are tough. We can make it, but we gotta stick together best we can."

"Thought you said you don't wanna have to worry about me?"

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna leave you high and dry. Faster alone, further together, ever hear that saying?"

The transport suddenly stopped, metal shuddering and creaking. Judd flinched as an odd feeling spread over him, a drop in his stomach. Were they..?

"Don't panic," Skye mumbled. "It's the lifting mechanism. Moves transports up to the floating cities. Kind of like a… shit, y'don't know what an elevator is, do you?" He sighed. "It's taking us up. That's what's important."

"What about getting back down?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Judd grunted in response. How the fuck did Skye know so much, anyway? How could he be so sure about any of this?

The odd drop in his stomach stopped before long, and soon after, the transport slowed. A pair of burly men, neither of them the buyer, threw open the door to the storage compartment and hefted its occupants out. Judd's legs gave out the moment he tried to put any weight on them, the drug's lingering effects rearing their ugly head. 

They were in a small concrete bay, empty aside from the transport, and cold. They had air cooling units at Judd's camp, but they didn't offer much against the heat of the wastes, and were nothing compared to the chill of the room. 

In the light, Skye was looking worse for the wear; blood drying on his lips, in his hair, one eye swelling shut. With the hits Judd had taken, he doubted he looked much better, and the pain and the cool air and the drug all combined to leave him shivering. No doubt the picture of a pathetic mess. 

The buyer was climbing down from the passenger compartment of the transport, and it gave Judd some meager comfort to see that he was sporting a black eye.

"Where do you want them, Mr. Burke?" One of the burly men hefted him to his knees by the collar, and he winced as it dug into his already-bruised throat, adjusting his position so he could still fucking breathe.

"Have them processed and put in a holding cell," Burke responded, adjusting his shirt collar. "I still need to decide on a sufficient punishment." He disappeared through a shiny white door as soon as he finished spouting the instructions, and his goons hauled Judd and Skye roughly to their feet, pulling them to a second, significantly less shiny door.

It opened on a staircase that was somehow even colder than the bay room. Getting down it while chained and dizzy was no easy feat, but both men managed to reach the bottom without falling.

There was a hall, then another door, and another, and then they seemed to have reached their destination; yet another fucking concrete room.

Rubber tubes dangled from the ceiling, and below them, rows of metal drawers lined the walls. In one corner sat a squat furnace. If not for the absence of any parts, it'd look like the kind of repair bays Judd had seen in the grounded cities. A pretty well-equipped one at that.

The man holding Judd dragged him toward one of the hanging tubes, pulling the chain around his neck taut and attaching it to a hook above his head. Burke's goon grabbed the nearest tube and took a step back, angling it at Judd, who let out a strangled gasp as a jet of cold water came spurting out.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear the sound of tearing fabric, followed by protesting curses. Skye was getting the same treatment.

The stream of water soaked into his hair, drenched his skin, worsened his shivering. He watched as the red dust of the wastes washed off him, trickled into the drain.

So much water. A city luxury stealing what little he had left of his home. How stupid was he, to mourn for dust?

The man unhooked his collar and dragged him closer to the furnace. If nothing else, Judd was grateful for the slight heat coming from it, lessening the chill that gripped him. He felt the goon reach behind him, fastening his wrists to the wall.

"Don't move, or this will be a lot worse."

The other goon was hauling Skye over, attaching his restraints to another point in the wall to keep him in place as he reached towards the furnace, pulling out a long metal rod.

A choked, almost fearful sound escaped Skye, and only then did Judd realize what was about to happen. He thrashed, as if he were capable of breaking metal with something as weak as fear. The restraints dug painfully into his wrists.

"Shit— shit, no, don't—!"

"Hold him."

A hand closed around the back of his collar, yanking his head back, better exposing his chest.

Judd cursed as the red-hot iron came closer to him, too panicked to make out the outline of whatever it was they were about to brand him with. He tried again to jerk away, but the man holding him gripped the collar tighter, cutting off his air.

The metal seared into his skin, right below his collarbone, and his scream came out strangled, warped by the pressure on his throat.

Vision white, dizzy from the drug and the pain and the lack of air, Judd's legs buckled. The goon holding his collar caught him, wrapping an arm around his waist and propping him up.

The smell of his own burning flesh was like cooking meat, and it sickened him that it made him feel almost hungry, of all things.

Judd blinked away tears, breathing through clenched teeth as he waited for the pain to ebb, even just a little.

Across from him, Skye's head was hung as the man with the iron approached him, the burning brand in his grip.

The older man didn't try to struggle or curse. He didn't even look up.

But he still let out a blood-curdling scream as the iron pressed into his skin.

When it came away, leaving Skye panting, though still upright, it left behind a bright red circle with a pair of B's in it, mirroring each other, as if to form the outline of a butterfly.

They did Skye's on the right side, not over his heart like Judd's, and when he squinted through blurry vision he could see why.

Over Skye's heart, below his collarbone, was a different mark. An encircled pair of X's, one overlapping the other.

Another brand.

×××

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles

[whumperofworlds]

(cracks knuckles)

the best I can offer now is a selfshipper whumpee who got isekai'ed to their favorite media lol.

perhaps their f/o was the villain. they don't care about whumpee, all they want is to reach their goals, and they do anything to reach them. even if means destroying the only person who loves them.

or perhaps their f/o dies a horrible way in canon media. infront of their eyes, they were so close to finally be with them. life is cruel.

or the source media is not something they can handle- a zombie apocalypse? a post-doomsday earth? a war infested city? or maybe the media takes place in the past and whumpee is just a technology addicted teen lol.

Maybe, they got stolen by whumper in their source, trying to stay hopeful because their hero! f/o will come to save them....they don't. such side characters were meant to die to keep the plot going. or maybe they do? good ending (recovery whump my beloved)

hmmm I'll send more if I remember... are these good offerings 🙏?

can I be teeth anon btw

VERY good offerings, thank you so much!!! I absolutely LOVE these prompts OMG!!!! Selfship and whump my beloved ❤️🧡💛

I especially love the F/O who dies canonically. Imagine if Whumpee knew it was coming, but they tried everything they could to save their F/O... but it was all for naught.

And PLEASE. Send more selfship whump prompts 👀

(And of course! Just let me know it's you whenever you send an ask with "Teeth Anon" or a tooth emoji or similar; it'd be so awkward if I mistook another anon for you haha)

[boxboysandotherwhump]

I was hit by the lightning bolt of inspiration for my `Some flowers have teeth’ - universe and turned Sam into a mutant with the ability to heal.  (more to his powers under the cut)

His powers are based on the abilities of mushrooms to connect with a variety of different plants and trade nutrients, water and co2 between them, effectively building a network where plants support each other.

Sam can open his arm and connect his nerves with the nerves of others, exchanging organic matter (nutrients, cells, electric signals etc)  and even speed up the body's natural  ability to regenerate and heal. 

The process doesn’t hurt Sam but it is very exhausting for him and the person he heals. He passed out many a time healing Dee’s more severe injuries with this ability and could even die if he would overdue it. 

I do have some big structural changes for the overall timeline and my main character Sahar planned as well ;3 Lets just say he, Sam and Dee are gonna be my three main characters and ‘boxboys’ (my some flowers version of boxboys at least) on the run.

[lindsay00000008]

About Me:

Call me Lindsay 💚 ✍🏻 🎨 🌿

Howdy! I’m new to posting on Tumblr! I’ve got ramblings and story snippets for ya (and art!). I mainly enjoy writing whump and fantasy OCs, but I write some COD fanfic too!

She/her, bi (💍➡️🤷🏻‍♂️), ‘98 (👵🏻)

Posting since March 2024 / About Me updated October 2024

Pet Whump Masterlist (in slooowww progress)

Ghost x JustAFriend/Fem!Reader

Most of my posts are tagged #lindsay00000008

Fandoms:

Whump! The OA, Hannibal (NBC), Zelda, COD, Helldivers, JJK (only for the Suguru/Satoru discourse and also Sukuna is hot) any video game where I can use a bow and arrow or build a house, booktok

Genre interests:

Fantasy (historical, historical AU, original world, isekai)

If modern, would be an AU (omegaverse, magic, multiple worlds, post-apocalypse) OR have something interesting/dark enough to tide me over (serial killer, criminal underworld, etc)

Whump: 80% hurt, 20% comfort. But I love when they’re combined (e.g. caretaker witnesses or is even somehow responsible for the whump, or intimate whumper is comforting whumpee as they whump)

Fav authors: Diana Wynne Jones (whimsical!), C.S Lewis (fantastical!), my sister (who is my mirror and notepad!)

Interacting with me:

Writers…

✅If a post does not use character names, use the scene/prompt/dialogue/idea however you like! You can even continue a snippet in your own part 2 post or reblog (even if I end up continuing it myself). I like to see where different authors take a scene or inspiration. If you’re not sure you can hop on and continue a specific post of mine, drop a comment! Please credit or [link to post] if you’re inspired by something specific, but no biggie.

❌If a post does use character names, or is a reader x character fan fic with multiple parts, I have more of an investment and I’d like to keep those as my own.

🚫Do not put my writing into any AI systems

Readers…

Most story snippets with romance/smut will be hetero but I’ll keep ramblings, whumspo, etc nonspecific

I love any kind of feedback. I especially love comments! Feel free to tag me if you think I'd like something, or send me a request! (I yearn for a stuffed ask box)

Friends…

I’m currently learning Welsh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 (did you know theres a welsh translation of Manacled?). I have a degree in Chinese 🇨🇳 (and linguistics) as well as intermediate skill in Korean 🇰🇷 (though I’m way out of practice in those). You can message me in those languages too!

⚠️Blog Content / Trigger Warnings⚠️

General - Sexually explicit and/or violent content. 18+ MDNI.

Why do I like whump? (Link)

If there's a post you think needs an extra CW, no matter how specific, let me know! I don’t tend to tag CWs, so lmk if you’d like me to for a specific topic!

My posts may include:

Smump (Smut + Whump in the same scene/event)

Non/dubcon (I enjoy finding reasons my characters should smash other than because they desire to (e.g. sex pollen, appease a God, break a curse, share life force, etc) May include consent given without full understanding of circumstances or identity (e.g. sex with the man who killed their father, who then tries to kill them etc)

Omegaverse (including hetero)

MF pairings, MMF pairings, MMMF... uh... etc

Breeding, choking, BDSM (the usual)

Monsters (But I’m picky. Yautja is probably my limit. Mostly humanoids.)

Religious trauma / Purity culture / Cults / Grooming (sexual or otherwise - never physical, always evil)

Pet/slave whump, systemic or just for fun, conditioning, dehumanization

Dad/Mom issues, loud men trauma, narcissism, republicans, being a general disappointment to guardians

Medical whump & experimentation, time gaps/amnesia, seizures, drug usage, hallucination, general illness (although I’m not into bedside caretaker stories unless a whumper is still involved)

Mental illness (anxiety/adhd specifically from personal experience, ptsd, responding to triggers, flashbacks, panic attacks, dissociation, suicidal ideation (overt or casual), self harm impulses, etc)

Torture, gore, blood, scarring, noncon body mod or surgery, sensory deprivation, food restriction, self harm (not super mutilate-y, maybe limbs lost but I’m not too into disfigurement or like infection)

Fantasy violence, damsels in distress, generally un-feminist tropes (think those old comic book covers with scantily clad women being attacked by aliens iykyk)

Born-sexy-yesterday - magically mature bodies/minds (ex. Nymph born from a flower, magical artifact awakened to serve a master, someone was turned into a cat as a child and has just been returned to human in their twenties and is very unknowledgeable of the world)

Age gap (no minors, e.g. 32 y/o x 20 y/o, 500+ y/o creature x 20 y/o Human)

Death (including minors)

Content will NOT include:

Extreme whump/maiming to MC without reason or resolution (unless done by irredeemable villains who are later violently slaughtered).

I like my MCs to have a resolution to any trauma or injury faced. I like them to be saved before the breaking point, or at least have their pain acknowledged and healed. As a writer it helps me feel in control. If I would have a hard time giving my MC a happily ever after, I'm less likely to write it that way.

Changed my blurb about “no full-on noncon”, ‘cause apparently I’m totally down with dark COD fics with stalking/ kidnapping noncon and pet play… you live and you learn!

Poor hygiene in combination with whump, smut, smump, or general intimacy. Like infected wounds, bodily functions etc (unless plot or worldbuilding related - e.g., where do pet whumpees take a leak?)

I'm a bit of a weeny and like my MCs healthy and clean, even if they're getting tortured :) If they throw up they will quickly get cleaned up etc

Intense description of injury to toddler, infant, fetus or very pregnant person

Pregnancy body horror and writing children suffering gives me heebie jeebies. Also, will not write pregnancy as a happy ending because it terrifies me irl lol

Minors in sexual scenes

Reminder that this does not include grooming by villains. If I did write something like that, it would be verbal or implied only and never physical (e.g. a woman raised to be the perfect, obedient wife might have some groomy backstory scenes)

Terrible note to end on. Anyway, enjoy my stuff!