#whump ment

[scr-ppup]

› whumTMNTic

A whumpgender & fandomgender specific term related to the whump media made for / of any kind of TMNT series.

› Whum(p) + TMNT + ic

@radiomogai

[nightwatcherraph]

I had this awesome dream well ok not awesome for poor Raph lol. The guys get captured by this mutant hate group they vivisect Raph. I don’t why but for some reason they just leave him there with his chest still cut open his organs were exposed to the world to see. When the boys they break out their cells to rescue him and they see him like that. Mikey screams Leo looks like he’s gonna pass out. Before Donnie could start working on Raph trying to get his plastron back on I woke up. Now I got more ways to torture Raph thanks brain lol

[dr-reversebeartrap]

Clocking in

An 8 pages Saw fancomic

Jigsaw has joined the chat

[osamucide]

i have whump/dd and angst and hurt/comfort ideas that i’m too scared to share lest the hoes sabotage me

[foundfamilywhump]

CONTEMPLATES IT

[saccharine-suffering]

Can I get uhhhhhhhh rookie whumper?

They don't have the poised and graceful intimidation of an experienced whumper. You can see their hands shaking with excitement and nerves. They try to sound tough, but they can't contain their eager smile.

Whumpee would almost prefer someone who knew what they were doing. At least then they could know what to expect. At least then they could take some comfort knowing that they won't be accidentally killed because their torturer was just a bit too trigger happy and inexperienced.

Whumpee would really rather not be the guinea pig for testing which torments scratch Whumper's sadistic itch. They really don't want to be the unfortunate soul who years and years of fantasizing would finally be let out on.

Not to mention how sloppy this whumper can be. They have no idea how much force it takes to break a bone or yank a fingernail. It'll probably take them a couple tries to get what they were going for. A couple of tries that whumpee has to sit through.

[gauze-valley]

Whumperless Whump Event Days 3 + 8

no shh no it's not the 18th it's both the 3rd and the 8th of july right now (thank you very much to @whumperless-whump-event for allowing out of order entries lol)

today i bring some Psychic Whump !

oh yeah and also a side of vampire whump to go with it i guess! i don't know if this falls under that since the focus isn't on it, but it's still a factor and I WILL be writing more vampire-focused stuff in the future!

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Prompt: Day 3 - Vertigo, Struggling to Stand | Day 8 - Migraine

CW (doesn't apply to preview): Pain imagery, collapsing due to vertigo, emetophobia warning for mentions but no actual events

Preview:

"I, uh, I don't think I can walk." A twinge of panic shakes his voice. This will always be nerve-wracking no matter how many times it happens, but it's worse now, here, with whatever's trying to reach him. He can still feel that presence crawling all over his skull, skittering down his neck, like it's looking for a way back in.

More under the cut!

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"I know boiler rooms are creepy, but honestly, my money's on that men's bathroom near the second entrance. Four of the reported sightings are-" Nick falls quiet as Tiegan holds up a hand and turns to him.

"There's something here. I need to focus," he explains. At first, it was just an itch in the back of his skull, but as the two continue to survey the decrepit room in total silence, that itch turns to a- it's almost like a tapping, something pleading to be let in, growing in force the longer he ignores it. So he does, before he no longer has a choice, closing his eyes and willing his mind open.

The things that enter do so in a cacophonous rush. Images flicker through his mind like a slideshow on fast-forward, projecting countless faces, and a repeated flash of something that doesn't have one. Each picture is a different scream, a plea, a choking last breath, over and over and over and-

Tiegan takes a deep breath, willing it to stop, almost begging silently. A minute or so passes with all of his concentrated effort and it seems to quiet. Something's still not right in his head, though. The glow of his flashlight burns in his retinas, and then it starts to move. His vision turns and whirls like the floor is tilting underneath him.

"Shit-" Nick catches him under the arms just in time to lower him to the floor before he hits his head. He squeezes his eyes shut on instinct, but he can't hold them still and he can feel the room continue to spin.

"Oh God," he mumbles, a sense of dread stinging his chest as he notices a tight throbbing in his temples, especially the left one. The eye on that side is starting to water.

"You're okay. Don't try to get up," Nick says, and then pulls back and presses on his mic, speaking into the radio. "Victor, can you come down into the boiler room?"

The radio crackles. "Yeah, be right there."

Tiegan winces as light pierces his eyelids a few moments later, the colors all swirling together in the dark. Victor turns off his flashlight before rushing to his side.

"What happened? Migraine?" He asks, though his question is directed to Nick, who nods. "Probably."

"Definitely," Tiegan corrects. The thrumming tension has spread to his forehead, and it's slowly building into an ache. He opens his eyes and immediately regrets it as everything in his field of view divides into doubles on top of that godawful spinning.

"I, uh, I don't think I can walk." A twinge of panic shakes his voice. This will always be nerve-wracking no matter how many times it happens, but it's worse now, here, with whatever's trying to reach him. He can still feel that presence crawling all over his skull, skittering down his neck, like it's looking for a way back in.

"There's so many of them, oh God. It's- there's- they're trying to-" He can't speak. His own voice is starting to rattle his bones and surge in his aching temple. It hurts more by the second, and for a brief but agonizing moment, it builds into a stabbing crescendo, like someone drove a knife through the side of his head. Tears are streaming from both eyes now.

"Shh. It's okay. You don't have to talk if it hurts," Victor assures him, trying to keep his voice as soft as he can. As much as what he's trying to say could be important, keeping him comfortable and getting him out of here is the first priority.

He looks over as Nick. "Should we see if we can get that strong guy from group B to carry him?"

"Too risky," Nick shakes his head. "We'll have to explain the blood if he throws up." The only explanation they could possibly give besides the truth would be "internal bleeding", and outing him as a vampire isn't ideal either.

But it's not safe here. Even if they could say with confidence that this haunting wasn't malevolent, there are still things trying to communicate.

Victor looks back down at Tiegan. His eyes are screwed shut again, though it doesn't exactly help, and he's trembling despite the unnatural flood of heat suffocating his skin. "T? Do you think you can walk a little if we both support you? We'll go slow."

All he can manage in response is a noise of confirmation. At this point, he can't really tell whether the intermittent sensation of something trying to crack a hole in his head and pry it open is the ghosts or the migraine.

[whumpzone]

You know the trope of a whumpee having to be tied down while at the hospital/medic center because they’re fighting back and not letting the doctors do their job? I really like the idea of that combined with past noncon because at first maybe the whumpee was only afraid of getting hurt or something but then they’re restrained to the bed and they think that these people are going to do more than just hurt them, they’re going to violate the whumpee just like the whumper(s) used to.

And what if the caretaker is in the room too? And the whumpee stares at them with utter betrayal and hatred because it’s one thing to get treated cruelly by a group of unknowns, but to have someone you trusted to keep you safe and cared for watch as you’re restrained and prepped? To hear someone you thought was your friend tell you to settle down and let the doctors “do what they have to”?

Just. Imagine it.

YES I LOVE THIS

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Giant whump, from the perspective of humans being like small animals or insects

Giant who carries their pet human in a little purse like a human would a toy poodle

Giant who tries to help an injured human picks them up off the ground, accidentally squeezing their abdomen a little too tightly between their thumb and forefinger I’ve accidentally killed ants like this and felt really bad about it

Giant finds that a human has made a home in the corner of their apartment. Giant puts them outside to be humane, instead of killing them like their roommate wanted to do, only to realize it is too cold to put them outside when Whumpee instantly curls up into a little ball in the winter air. Giant decides to Keep Whumpee in a little jar, cursing themselves and hoping they’ll recuperate I also accidentally did this with a spider at work because I’m dumb and sometimes forget what season it is, apparently

Human bites being toxic to giants

Certain giants being allergic to human bites, in the way that some people are allergic to bees

Giant finding human who has been hit by a giant car nursing them back to health with cat food in a small animal cage and if you want emotional whump for the giant, have them come back to find the human stiff with gnats in its eyes…

Humans infesting a giant’s house like rats or cockroaches and making the place so dirty it becomes uninhabitable (possibly giving the giant a respiratory infection)

Or, Giant training Human to do tricks like a pet rat

Giants mercy-killing humans that are injured because they’re too small to effectively treat

[honeyed-latte]

Yvaine coating her hand in Hexensalbe and edging Hiccup with it :)

[catnykit]

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 #𝟙 𝔸 ℙ𝕆𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃

𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Mastertag

AHJSOWNXOQNIXNQ I CANT BELIVE I'LL FINALLY WRITE ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS AAAAAAA

TY ALL MUTUALS AND PEOPLE TO INSPIRE ME TO DO THAT

THIS IS JUST A BLOOD LOSS WHUMP DRAFT,BUT WHO CARES AAAAAAA

pls tell me if you want to be tagged for more stuff like this idk

Word count: 1674

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

Warnings

;Suicide/suicide attempt

Blood loss

Torture hints/mentions

✨️Trauma,Of course

Mourning(????? Mild mourning???

Self hatred

Major character death :)

All warnings happen almost randomly,But not immediatly,Like— I gotta first explain and then the fuss happens you know

𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹

The dizzness was starting to became hard to ignore

Damm,It was expected,You cant lock yourself in the bathroom after accidentally torturing an innocent and then go free like nothing

Well,In her defense,Carmen did not knew that liam was innocent

Now she was the monster here,Isnt she? She had good meanings,The suspect's actions were too much to get ignored by the police Even if she was there,All by herself,She could still hearing her friend's cries that night....

She didnt know what happen in the woods until she saw wesley,Her best friend,Cover in a blanket while sitting in the border of an ambulance

They were shaking,All bloody.Carmen couldnt let the things like that!! Since childhood carmen was told she was 'way too impulsive' And why would they care?! She only did what was needed

Blood didnt stop coming as the yells didnt stopped. They wanted her to go out of the bathroom. Now.

Of course,The needed was to kidnap liam and torture them just like he did with wesley....

So one good day,She grab choloform and kidnap him in the middle of the night

How fun!,Guts,Blood,Burns,And a little syringue to make sure they dont pass out

The begs where even more satisfactory considering that,It was probabily how wesley beg in liam's hands,he deserve it!

What was not fun Was the call....

After being done with liam,And without any more ideas She decided to call wesley!,Yay!

Little problem,She did not tell wesley anything about her little plan ....Carmen was sure they would accept no matter what.

Or maybe she fogot it? In all the rage?

Staying awake was hard,Breathing was hard. She deserved it thought. They were always right and this wasnt the exception.

or Atleast thats why she throught

It didnt matter now

God,Wesley was mad.

So,So mad :(

And they had the right to be it! It was the wrong person!! Carmen is the heartless monster In here.....Atleast that was Wes said.....

"B-But I did it for.... you!"

"YOU'RE A MONSTER— I CANT BELIVE SOMEONE CAN BE THIS...TORTUROUS!"

God,And they used to be friends

Dear fucking God,It was truth....

Liam was aslo bleeding out,Atleast kind of

Carmen was so careless that she sewed up the wound with the first Thing she found,It wouldnt last forever

But the diference is that wesley was there for him

Such a backstabbed!,Or was she?

Did it care anyway?

Why was wesley yelling at her to get out?

Why did they wanted her alive?

Wesley was just there,Outside the bathroom,Trying to get who was once his friend out,For their own fucking sake

Liam was still there too,Watching quietly the blood stain the floor under the bathroom's door;All while squirming slighty In pain

The sedatives of the first aid kit did barely anything,Atleast he wasnt crying

Wesley was scared too,Goddamit,They were way too scared of anything that happen

Why the fuck did they told carmen about it? Knowing how she was?

It didnt matter now,They went mad and they know it.

They aslo knew that she was way too sensitive for reasons that they told eachother on countless outings to eat, walks, just being together

The worst part it was how close they were from eachother,And how that somewhat end in this absolute Mess

Now wesley has to cope with Not one,But two persons bleeding out.

Why do they always need to be so rude?

They felt way too guilty too

Guilty about the person in the couch who didnt hurt them,But everyone thought against it because they say "He look similar"

Well,They didnt know it was gonna end like this.

They didnt know how Mad carmen was for someone hurting them

How much Rage in order to find someone to blame

It wasnt till then that they noticed The stain that they relized it. All the restroom was quiet since they kick the door open to the basment And find their best friend torturing an innocent person,Liam They didnt think carmen could do this and yet? It was there Just there And the worst part its that All was Her fault,Thats what she thought. Carmen was alredy blood-stained when she run upstairs trying to hide from wesley,Who didnt stop yelling at her how much of an horrible person she was And in part,It was right,The problem is that She alredy knew that. She alredy knew that So when wesley saw the blood under the door,open the damm bathroom door, He wasnt ready. He had to leave liam just to... Just to see it? How one of the most important persons in his life was laying om a pool of her own blood.

Well,She regret it.

How do you deal with the thought that you're a monster who deserved to be put down?

Its not like somebody would care anyway,Is not like they would care anyway

by this point,The blood lossed was enough to just

Pass out

Wesley was terryfied. Standing there,In the bathroom door....

Liam was still laying on the couch,In pain after Everything that carmen put them throught horryfing torture...

How was they supposed to fix this?

Was it any way to do it,Was it possible?

And now they were crying.Over the dying figure of someone who tried to be a good person And failed.

𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Carmen was...confusing

A year ago,They were the one in an ambulance

And they werent that...bad

wesley remembered how bad it was... They remember a strong hand dragging them to the white van They do remember the pain,They got beat up and starved But that was nothing compared to what carmen did to liam

What was most heartbreaking it was that there was no "villian" to blame

The ones who actually kidnap them were in fact,An entire gang.

They got confused following instructions and end up getting the wrong guy

Wesley

The gang promised them that,If they didnt say a word they would free them and never meet agaim

Wesley accepted

And now they're here

With two people on the ambulance

All because they didnt talk...and because carmen went insane

was it her fault tho?? Wanting revengue for her friend??

Was it wesley's fault? They were too focused on trying to keep liam alive they didnt notice when carmen— ... Carmen was only concern. It was her fault the way she decided to be ruthless about it But she didnt deserve...death. She thought she did tho That was wesley's fault.

Wesley was shocked when carmen,Practically drunk called him to say to him that she kidnap one of the suspect and gut him alive.

And other unspeakable stuff that left Liam way more broken than Wesley. All in one night.

The second worst night!— who would guess it...

Wesley tried to get an first aid kit being on the restroom, trying to atleast help liam

Even so,They did not measure their words....

Carmen felt hurt. Attacked,Even so!

by a Friend. That she thought she could trust... But could she? They instead called her inhuman and disgusting Because? Just for wanting revengue? Camen felt alredy sick when she lock the bathroom door and got left alone with her thoughts... Thoughts that didnt stop ominously chanting what wesley said. Liam was innocent you heartless monster.

Liam was innocent.

Liam was fucking innocent

All this time it was wrong

Because liam. Was. Innocent.

There was no one to blame more than the monster that looked back in the mirror The monster that did all of that to an innocent person The monster that cried while hearing who was supposed to be their friend yell at her for all that she has done Nothing but a fox that deserved to be put down

She was gonna get killed anyway,If she didnt do it,The police would.

So...she did it

Eventually wesley give up and just stay,Trying to keep liam alive

Wesley thought that carmen would just hide in the bathroom

The police would kick the door open and all would be over

Carmen felt backstabbed.

Wesley wouldnt even care,Probabily.

He did.

He did when they understood that it went more far than that....

She was dying. Atleast liam was stable She wasnt. Wheb the ambulance finally arrived to the place,Wesley finally got to open the door snd rushed to her The cuts in the wrist were too deep. Too bad. While he tried to hold on her,To just try to stop the bleeding and made her sit up,To just have a last moment!... She lean in his ear whispered with hatred,Her voice straned because of the blooe loss

:"Hypocrite."

the whisper of the devil. A self-proclaimed demon

Wesley was destroyed

Liam was healing

And carmen died. That very night,Commited suicide

All because wesley went mad. All because they didnt say a word

All because carmen was impulsive,And ruthless

All the pain for revengue,All the death for guilt

All for nothing at all.

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

YAYYYYYYYY I FINISH IT

TYSM ALL OF U

@theres-whump-in-that-nebula

@sillywhumpcreature

@whumpy-wyrms

(The ones who anwsered the last post :3)

:D

Pls tell me if you want a taglist,I think im gonna do more content if you guys like this <3

i gotta admiiit this wasnt what I had in mind buuut...again is just a draft sooo

Yes.

[scr-ppup]

› Whumpeembodiment

A genderembodiment and whumpeegender term related to the gender being the embodiment of a whumpee in one or other way.

› Whumpe + embodiment

(( .. Coined by [ The Seeker ] aka primuscapere ))

Pt start. Coined by the seeker aka primuscapere. Pt end

flag ID start. a rectangular flag with six concentric shuriken-like / twist shapes, the colours from the innermost to the outermost are: muted red-violet, dark wine red, muted pale wine red, red stained grey, light red stained grey, and bone white. in the center of the first flag there's a cyan human body shape with a sun icon where should be the head. Flag ID end

[cepheusgalaxy]

"It's everything I'm really good at and all I know how to do" (Line from Use Me Up by Paranoid DJ)

Living weapon/Guard Dog whumpee & sexual slave/Romantic Whumpee. They're friends. None of them has a pleasant personality

[whumpflash]

cw: slavery, violence, adult language, emeto mention

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

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Judd did fall asleep before long.

Getting up in that state—head spinning, body wracked with nausea, and hands bound to boot—was next to impossible. So he stayed down. Let the blackness roll over him in the hopes that he'd wake with a clearer head.

But it wasn't dawn that brought him back to awareness, or even the chill that came with night. It was the feeling of a boot nudging his side. It was voices.

"Think he's alive. Guess this raid wasn't worthless after all."

"Fuck's he doing out here anyway?"

"Beats me. Pissed off the wrong guy by the looks of it."

Judd forced his eyes open. Two orange circles hovered over him, dully glowing against a black sky. Night vision goggles.

"Help me grab him and we'll get out of here," said the voice directly over him.

Grab him?

"Shit…" Judd croaked, trying to lift his head and immediately regretting it as he was hit with a fresh wave of dizziness.

"Damn, he's awake," said the other voice. Somewhere behind him. Male.

"He's not going anywhere," Goggles replied casually. As if to punctuate the statement, she kicked Judd in the stomach, driving the air from his lungs and compounding the overall shitty feeling.

He lifted himself as best as he could, and emptied his stomach right onto the woman's boots. 

It was mostly wine.

"Fuck!" she yelped, dancing away only to come back a second later with more kicks, short, sharp, and angry. Judd did his best to protect his stomach with his legs until the blows stopped.

"Is he fucking drunk?" her companion said, disgust in his voice.

"Who cares? Grab him. This better be worth it."

"It'll wash off, Rika."

"I don't give a shit!" She knelt, grabbed Judd's chin between two fingers, and forced him to look up.

"Do that again and you'll really be sorry."

"Didn't fucking try to, but you're making me wish I had," he cut back, and she shoved him away.

"Got a mouth on him too. We'll have to train that outta you."

It wasn't until she said it that everything clicked. The pair weren't fellow scavs, here to rob him blind and leave him. They were slavers.

He muttered a curse under his breath, but Rika ignored him, grabbing onto his forearm and hauling him roughly to his feet.

Judd swayed, struggling to not be sick again as he stared into the darkness, willing his eyes to adjust. Far in the distance he could see the muted glow of the camp. If he had to run blind, at least he had a direction.

He didn't hesitate. As soon as Rika turned to say something else to her partner, Judd broke free and ran.

It was a moonless night, too dark to see even a yard in front of him, but he didn't let that stand in his way.

He ignored how sick he felt, ignored the pounding in his head, ignored everything but the thought of what would happen if he stopped.

Judd wasn't about to lose his fucking freedom over a mistake.

'I'm not your enemy,' Skye had said. Yeah fucking right. Was this part of his plan? Leave Judd all trussed up and incapacitated for his slaver buddies?

He heard the man yell behind him—way too close for comfort—and pushed himself to go faster.

Any other time he'd be outmatched. Dehydrated, bound, unable to see. But running for your life gave you a kind of edge.

Camp was a few miles out, but he had friends there. Trading partners. All he had to do was get within shouting distance and he could get help.

If it weren't for the fucking acacia, he might've actually gotten away.

It was a tiny thing, barely knee high. It should've crumbled as soon as he came into contact with it, but Judd was the one to fall.

Without his arms free to stop him, he hit the ground hard enough to bruise.

The pair of slavers were on him in an instant, the man pinning him to the ground while Rika tied his legs together. She gagged him too, adding insult to injury.

"Try that again. I fucking dare you," she spat. The man threw him over his shoulder, and it took all of Judd's willpower to not be sick.

They made the trek back to the pair's landspeeders, slinging Judd across the back of one of them like a piece of cargo.

He'd blown his chance to run. Short of flinging himself off a moving speeder, there was no escape, and all that would do was break a few bones.

There would be more opportunities, right? He'd find one. He'd find a way. The alternative—spending the rest of his life a captive, bought and sold and forced to do who-knows-what—was unbearable to think about.

He'd find a way. He'd break free. Fight off the rest of the slavers once his head cleared, kill them all if he had to.

They'd made a mistake taking him. Judd was a fucking fighter.

It wouldn't be long before they learned that firsthand.

×××

[excalibur0]

when a character's self hatred and/or self sacrificing leads to them being so physically unwell that they need to be hospitalized

[whumpy-bi]

Whumpee killing their enemies and forcing themselves to remain cold and unbothered by it because Whumper is their superior and Whumpee will do anything to avoid their wrath