#whump thread

[generic-whumperz]

Have you ever named a Whumper after a villain/antagonist character before?

Shall we start a thread? Open tag to anyone who wants to share a pic or gif of who their Whumper(s) is named after! (And feel free to tag others if you want!)

Just curious to see people’s name inspirations :)

I’ll start! I’ve only done this once so far- named him Frederik, Fred for short, after the despicable Commander Frederick R. Waterford from The Handmaid’s Tale. My blood boils seeing this man.

[gingermintpepper]

I would really like to read one piece of writing, amateur or not, that features Apollo and Zeus having a positive relationship. One. Any one. It could be 30 words long for all I care. I just need confirmation that one other writer actively producing content in the Greek Mythology sector doesn't think of Apollo as Zeus' toy, sexual or otherwise, or of Zeus purposefully surpressing Apollo because he doesn't want him to surpass his power, or of Apollo only being obedient to his father over all else because of fear and physical abuse, or of any other reason possibly invented except some sort of mutual understanding and respect.

It should not be this difficult to find content where they do not hate each other.

[wellthisissomething]

AI-Less Whumptober Day 28 - Internal Bleeding/Needle and Thread

Duel - Ep. 3

Kkondae Intern - Ep. 8

Fireworks of My Heart - Ep. 5

Seobok (2022)

Heavenly Idol - Ep. 6

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[urlocalwhumper]

necromancer whumper puppeting a now undead whumpee's body and forcing them to fight their friends.

whumpee is still fully conscious, fully aware of everything their body is doing, but powerless to stop it.

and there's so much pain, their body is still torn apart from the injuries that killed them, only kept moving by whumper's magic.

every movement is agony, blood dribbles from their lips and stains the ground where they step. they just want it all to stop. dying was painful and scary, but this is so much worse.

and then there's whumpee's friends, forced to face off against their friend's mangled corpse, with whumpee clearly still in there. it would've been different if they were only fighting a shell, something that looked like whumpee but wasn't really them, but whumper elected to resurrect whumpee's mind along with their body, if only to torment everyone involved just a little more.

and when whumper finally releases their control, either to flee or because they've been defeated, whumpee's eyes roll back and they slump lifelessly to the ground. a puppet with its strings cut.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Okay but whumpees who become extremely spaced-out after taking the minimal amount of decongestants for a cold:

Passing out cold on the couch for four hours in the middle of the day and waking up not knowing what planet they’re on

Staring into space

Glazed-over eyes

Becoming hypnotized by how things move and fit into each other (their own hands, screw-top pens, fidget spinners, clouds, etc.)

Environmental sounds being too much for them

Staring directly into bright lights

Overall feeling like a ghost floating through life

Being able to breathe through their nose for the first time in a week

[re-whump]

thinking about a tiny vampire strung up on a silver chain like a pendant

[the-bar-sinister]

Needle By Thread (1093 words) by Overlord_Mordax Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Additional Tags: Horror, Psychological Horror, Supernatural Elements, Time Travel, Time Loop, Whump

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James wakes up in the sodden, decrepit bathroom, heavy with fatigue and dizzy with confusion. He stares into his milky, distant-seeming reflection in the dirty haze of the mirror, and he stares at his hands, sweaty and stained, and he feels suddenly like he has been here before. He feels it like a blow to the head leaving him reeling and drooling and about to be sick.

He stumbles and the moment passes. He catches his breath and he gulps down the bile. He has been here before, years ago. On his honeymoon. That is the source of the deja vu, the strange wave of grotesque nostalgia that overtook him for a moment. Nearly knocked him from his feet.

That must be it.

He has only ever been here once before.

With her. With Mary.

Surely that happy memory is the one that his hindbrain is reaching for as he stands among the spiderwebs and the black mold. Surely it makes him sick because Mary got sick— because this place, this town, is the last place he held her before everything started to go wrong.

There is no other meaning to the already fading sensation. There is no smell of rotten flesh. There is no vision of endless twisting corridors, bloated carpets and peeling wallpaper.

It fades. It doesn't matter.

He is back at the beginning. Back where it all started to go wrong.

Back in the last place he remembers being happy.

And there is a letter in his pocket.

James stares at his reflection in the foggy mirror for a moment more, his distant blue eyes, his tousled blond hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. The lines on his face. Stress lines. They make him look older than he is. So do the heavy dark bags under his eyes.

He touches the front pocket of his jeans, just below the hem of his old army surplus coat. He can feel the paper of the letter crinkle as he touches it. He doesn't have to take it out to know what it says.

James pushes his sweaty hair out of his face before it falls right back where it was before. He turns and he shoulders his way out of the oppressive rest stop bathroom, and into the parking lot.

He sees his car outside, parked crooked in the nearby space. The many hours long drive to get here now seems like a distant memory. Like it happened to another man a dozen years ago. He really should have taken a break to sleep on the way, he knows that. He knows that he's fatigued and tired, and he was driving for so long that now that he's out of the car it feels like the drive was another lifetime. He knows that he could easily have fallen asleep and wrecked the car and gone to meet— no but he had to meet Mary.

Mary wrote him a letter. He touches his pocket and he feels it crinkle again. 

He couldn't even stop for one second on his way here. Not for an instant.

Mary wrote him a letter. Mary was in this town.

Mary was supposed to be dead.

James paces the parking lot, trying to dismiss the tingling, numb sensation that suffused his whole body, but especially his legs. The air is cold and the fog is heavy and wet. It casts a gloom over the trees that hang slumped on the hill just over the barrier wall, rambling scrub-like all the way down from here to the lake.

James leans his hands on the cold, rough grit of the concrete wall and he looks out into the impenetrable fog. Somewhere down there is the lake. Somewhere down there is Mary– maybe.

He doesn't have to look at the letter to know what it says.

"I'm alone there now, in our 'special place'. Waiting for you.'

He feels the concrete sapping whatever heat is left in his fingers and he pulls them away, jamming them into the pockets of the old military coat. It's not as helpful as he hoped. He should have brought gloves. He and Mary had been here in the summer, he didn't think about how cold it would be now.

He ran out of the house without even thinking about gloves. He barely thought about keys.

He's thinking now. He's thinking about where the hell Mary could be. If she is here. If she's alive. How could she be alive? Mary died of that damned disease three years ago. A dead person can't write a letter.

Where the hell would she be? Their 'special place'? The whole town was their special place.

James bustles over to the car and its hinges squeak as he pulls the door open to grab the map out of the glove compartment. There's an old picture, too, and James stares at it for a moment, feeling achy and numb and lost and angry. Mary's face smiles back at him just the same.

He puts the map and the picture in his pocket too and he slams the door of the car.

The road is closed past here. There's a faded yellow and black barrier all across the main road, down from the rest stop and James remembers hazily that that was why he had stopped driving in the first place. The road into town is blocked completely.

If he wants to get to Mary he is going to have to leave his car here and walk.

It's fine with him. It's really fine. Maybe walking a little way will clear the feeling of lack, of numbness, of bereftness from his body. Maybe walking will warm the icy toes of his shoes and the tips of his fingers.

At least if he passes out walking he's the only one who'll go down. Not the car going nose first into the lake, giving him enough time to think about what he's done, but not enough time to escape. Even if he tried to escape.

James' chest feels heavy for a moment and his breath shudders. His vision shimmers as if he is sunk below the waves. 

It passes. He is here and this is now. Just like those old self-help books used to say. You can only do the task that's in front of you.

James' task is to find Mary. There's no use thinking about anything else.

Before he even reminds himself of his purpose he is already halfway down the stone steps, headed toward the winding path through the woods.

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumper gets tired of whumpee's talking back so they sew whumpee's mouth together

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

I can’t stop making lace

[whumpwillow]

okay so i read this manhwa recently and there was an arc in it that had this guy who wanted to be an actor but he had signed a really sketchy contract with a super toxic awful agency that was like totally bankrupt so they took advantage of this guy’s talent and desire to become an actor to literally work him to near death without even paying him. Like he literally almost died. The first scene he was in, he had such deep purple eyebags that only got worse and worse with each subsequent scene he was in because he was so exhausted. He just looked so sad. And yeah so he was really good at acting so the agency booked him for literally every event that they could (tv shows, college fairs, kid’s birthday parties) and he would have multiple events in a day with no time to rest except in the car. And they wouldnt even pay him. The guy asked when he was going to get paid and the manager guy went wild in anger and got super gaslight-y yelling about how the actor guy just cared about the money and wasn’t grateful for the agency making him a star and investing so much money into him and helping him to become a celebrity and that he would be nothing without them so he had no right to ask about money and that he wouldn’t get paid at all until he repaid the “debt” that he owed the company for supporting him and making him a celebrity, so they point blank tell him they arent going to pay him until then, and so he asks how much he has left to pay back and the manager flies into a rage at the actor guy (because obviously he doesn’t have ANY money to ‘pay back’ because the company is just extorting him and taking all the money he earns for themselves because the company is basically bankrupt) and the guy is so sad but goes along with it even tho the manager is yelling at him and it gets WORSE. so the actor guy is so exhausted from being worked to the bone that he literally collapses during a show rehearsal and the manager guy literally starts yelling at him to ‘stop pretending to be sick’ and when other people are concerned, the manager tells them that the actor guy has done this before and is pretending to be sick, which shows that this isnt even the first time the actor guy has collapsed from exhaustion, and that the manager guy is totally minimizing his experience and gaslighting him telling him that its not even real. and then he tells the actor guy not to go to the ER ‘again’ meaning that the actor guy had been so sick and tired that he literally went to the ER and still wasn’t being treated well. and yeah there was this whole other thing where the actor guy couldn’t leave the company because not only were they gaslighting him and guilt tripping him, saying that he would be nothing without them, they were also blackmailing him with a really sketchy contract where they like, paid for a sponsor he never got and he couldnt leave until he paid it back? idk the manhwa didn’t go into that bit too much but this is just such a good concept for a whump i think?? like, you have this guy who is an up-and-coming actor but his life is so bad. things are so bad for him in this situation. i just want to take care of him and give him nice things. he just looks so sad.

tldr; famous whumpees………

[bellysoupset]

I kinda wanna know what Jonah acts like when he’s coming down with something :o

🧋

Hi!!

Alright, so it really depends on the sickness. if it's a stomach bug then he gets cranky and withdrawn. But if it's a cold, especially one coupled with fever, he gets suuuuper cuddly and touchy. Leo has experienced this first hand and he kinda loves it 🙈

Jon is not a chatty person even when feeling well, but he really clams up when sick, regardless of the motive of sickness.

[generic-whumperz]

✨Caretakers with no medical experience just doing their damnedest to keep Whumpee alive✨

[sinistersinister]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

[amandacanwrite]

I was struggling on where Violet Thread Of Fate was going storywise and I just CRACKED it. I can't wait to write what's COMINGGG. EEEE

[choasuqeen]

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hi im obssessed with this

[writereleaserepeat]

Posts like this make me so, so grateful for the whump community here on Tumblr. I can't believe that there's a genuine, serious discussion about authors being questionable people due to dark content in their books, especially sexual assault and rape.

Thank you, Tumblr whump community, for recognizing that writing dark content should not immediately villify an author. Thank you for making a space for authors to find support and readers who celebrate them. Thank you for being normal about artistic expression (yes, even the dark things, especially the things that make most people wince back or feel a little queasy).