#whatiswhump

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

LULLABY #2/3

Going pretty dark in here. Nothing really graphic, but head the CWs.

CW: SA (strongly implied), prison violence, suicide idealization

Talking hadn't done much for him. Lull was a villain, a criminal, and a lot of important people had personal grudges against him. He had crawled into countless minds under Malgrave's orders, broken some of them definitely, and a few confessions weren't enough to erase his past.

The trial was short, a joke. Lull wasn't surprised when the gavel fell on a life sentence, but still. His heart twisted in his chest. He was saying goodbye to freedom, forever. And to life, likely.

The jumpsuit was too large. The handcuffs too tight. And the other inmates' looks as he was led through the large corridor were too smug. His head spun as the guards removed his restraints, and pushed him into an empty cell. It felt unreal, as if he was dreaming. But this time, he wasn't the one in control. He barely made it to the bunk bed before collapsing, sound asleep.

Dreams didn't came. The prison's walls were lined in power suppressants, cutting Lull's away from his last illusions of control. He wasn't tall, wasn't strong, wasn't cunning. He was weak, and weakness made him a target.

He would fall asleep at worst times possible. His hypersomnia didn't cared about the jail's strict timetable. The others inmates were quick to take advantage of it, betting on how long he would last before passing out. And then, worse. They didn't care about who he was, who he used to be. They only saw an opportunity.

It started small. Someone tripping him in the hallway. His meal tray disappearing while he was passed out at the table. But it quickly escalated, guards looking away for a few bucks, while he was dragged to a corner by the block's bullies. At first, they were content with just beating him up. Leaving him with bruised ribs and a split lip. The prison's nurse stopped asking questions, quietly writing reports that were destined to end up in the trash.

And then, they made Lull wish for a simple beat up. The bruises grew warmer, more invasives. Hand shaped marks where no foreign hand should go. He tried to fight it at first, but it was utterly useless. They only seemed to like it more. Even though sometimes they came for him while he was asleep or dozing off, as if enjoying his helplessness, his nails weakly scraping against their skin. Then, he would just close his eyes and pretend. That he was anywhere but there. He was getting frighteningly good at it, so much that coming back to the real world felt harder each time.

It had only been a couple of months. Sometimes, Lull thought about Malgrave. And about his replacement. Was she really better than him ? Without a doubt. Did his former boss thought about him, sometimes? Unlikely. Not the type.

Sometimes, he just felt like giving up. It would be easy to find something to use as a blade, the prison was full of shivs. But even that was too much. It required planning, energy, and above all, hope for something better, beyond. Lull didn't have any of these. No will. No strength. But sometimes, he would imagine it. His mind fading, like falling asleep. The pain, the constant ache from the bruises and everything else, gone. Surely, it would feel like going home.

He was far from having his sixteen hours of sleep a day. The guards were used to it by now. They'd search for him, regularly, and when they found him sleeping instead of doing the laundry or whatever job detail he was supposed to be working on, they'd wake him up. Harshly, kicking him to the ground.

They knew. They knew about everything, about the hands under his jumpsuit, about the smug grins the other inmates exchanged over him. They knew and they didn't care.

And Lull had already given up.

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@whatamidoingherehelpme @fleur-a-whump @ratsupremacy88 @whatiswhump @scoundrelwithboba

@phoenixpromptsandstuff @bacillusinfection @artfulbok @melpomenelamusa

[digital-nova]

tell me about a whump blog u enjoy + what u enjoy about it :)

oh man there’s so many!! i think i’ll cut it down to just three of my favourites:

@callaeidae3

draws lots of whump scenarios. their style is so delicate and captures so much vulnerability, as an artist i would really love to draw as well as that. they mostly draw scenes for their Kindall K novel series.

@blackrosesandwhump

has a lot of gothic whump, which i absolutely adore. their style of writing suits it very well, everything they post is so beautifully written. they write prompts and short stories with other whump genres too!

@whatiswhump

one of the first blogs i followed :,) they post about asylums, hospitals, and so on. i absolutely adore their Alfie and Dr Harris series. they have such an amazing way of bringing characters to life and you can really lose yourself in their storytelling.

thank you for the ask anon. i love rambling about blogs i love muahaha

[serickswrites]

Recording VII

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, restraints, rescue, hospital, interrogation

“You need to tell me exactly what happened,” Kyle said as he sat down opposite Lance back at headquarters. “Every last detail.”

“What good will that do you?” Lance had his cuffed wrists on the table. “He’s alive. The hospital saved him.”

Kyle glared at Lance. “Just because he’s alive doesn’t mean that they don’t need all the information of what happened to him.” Kyle had been convinced the moments in the car and the moments just after pulling into the hospital were going to be the last moments he saw of James. He had been convinced when James’ heart had stopped a second time that was it. That he had failed his friend and that his friend was dead. 

The relief that had flooded him, that had flooded the whole team, when a doctor had come out to tell them that James was alive, but in critical condition was a feeling he would never forget. James was alive. James was alive. 

“Dexter tortured him. What else is there to say? I kept telling you to come, it’s not my fault it took you so long to figure out where we were.”

“You could have helped us,” Kyle growled. 

Lance looked offended. “I did help you. I sent you video after video. I gave you what I could. I did what I could.”

“It wasn’t enough! You could have stopped any of it. You could have helped him!” 

Lance let out a humorless laugh. “If you think any of that is true, then you are much more stupid than I thought. James spoke so highly of his team I would have thought you could do better than this.”

With a roar, Kyle flipped the table between the two of them. “YOU DON’T GET TO SAY HIS NAME. YOU DON’T GET TO TALK ABOUT HIM. TELL ME WHAT DEXTER DID. TELL ME OR ELSE YOU WILL SUFFER WHATEVER HAPPENS TO JAMES TENFOLD.”

“Enough!” Lily shouted as she opened the door. “That is enough!”

“He,” Kyle pointed an accusatory finger at Lance, “isn’t cooperating. I would like to employ some other methods to get him to talk.”

“Don’t bother,” Max said as he poked his head in, “we’re going to the hospital right now.”

Kyle’s mouth went dry. No. “Is….Is he…..” but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words he had dreaded hearing. Couldn’t bring himself to say the words that would change the team forever. He couldn’t say it. 

“He’s awake.”

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[scratchandplaster]

@whatiswhump has a really great story about a whumpee named Alfred who is forcibly put in an psychiatric hospital in the 1960s. There is a creepy obsessed whumper named Dr. Harris, it’s an ongoing story. The doctor doesn’t want him to get better 😈

Sounds right up my alley 👀 thanks for letting me know!

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

I'm honoured to be tagged here !

All of the people tagged under this (and I know I missed some) have inspired my work, have made me dream, have made me write, and I'm so, so grateful. You all are great, keep up the great work!

@jumpywhumpywriter @melpomenelamusa @whatiswhump @whump-galaxy @serickswrites @sowhumpshaped @mj-iza-writer @lumpywhump @whumplump @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort @whumpsday

Sometimes I get a little lost in all the reblogging, so copy @whumperofworlds's post here:

End of year important people list (whump community edition!)

Reblog and tag all of your favorite whump creators, friends in the whump community, anyone in the whump community really, and let them know how much you care about them!

As my first year using Tumblr and also my first year officially being part of the whump community, I feel quite happy for all the people I've been able to see on this platform and all the content they share. The truth is that it has made me feel very happy and a little less weird and guilty about this peculiar taste of mine, hehe.

I'm taking the opportunity to tag some of the people I've been able to interact with this year, people with ideas, stories and super interesting content that I'm grateful to have enjoyed. Keep creating and sharing, you can do it, you're great!!!

@lady-wallace @befuddled-calico-whump @whumperofworlds @tildeathiwillwrite @geode-crystal @morning-star-whump @oddsconvert @sorrowful-hyacinth @greatgigintheskiess @3-2-whump @whumpisgoodwhumpislife @inhurtandincomfort @writinglittlepains @string-of-broken-hearts @kabie-whump

I know there are more people missing, but I'm still grateful. Happy holidays!!!

[genuinelythioehat-is-whump]

Hi, I’m not sure if you’re aware but your name is almost identical to “whatiswhump”, it keeps confusing me to see your posts pop up and for a while I wondered if you were the same person… although she’s been writing for years kinda since the beginning slump tumblr I think.. just so you know so that so maybe to avoid future confusion

Hi anon, hope your day's going well!

No I want aware so thank you a lot for letting me know!!!

After letting the question of a different blog name simmer in the back of my mind, I believe I finally came to a fitting conclusion.

Hopefully thid change will prevent the confusion you mentioned!

Enjoy your day and and again!! (: (: !

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Whumpwriters appreciation post ! In chronological order !

Been wanting to do this since a while now. All of you are amazing. I linked my favourite stories, sometimes the whole masterlist because I couldn't decide which I loved most !

@a-crumb-of-whump Here

You are the first whump account I found, thanks to my love for vampires. A new beginning immediately caught my attention, I still come back to read the first episods from times to times. I think all of my OCs have a bit of Carlos in them, he's such a sweetheart.

@whumpsday Here

Catharsis is great, but Kane and Jim is a masterpiece 🙏 Both the hurt and comfort parts are painfully amazing! I'll always keep this story in my heart.

@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort Here

First found you with Matteo and Dante, but !! Shae ? Blue ? Rhyss ? Cloe ? There is so much variety and all of your OCs are so endearing.

@syncopein3d Here

You have such a special writing style, you definitely can't be confused with anyone else. I particularly love Broken world and Left alone, but all of your stories are delicious.

@mj-iza-writer Here

I love the way you write stories from such unique angle. I have no idea how to explain it, but I haven't found anything similar anywhere else. Also, love your lab rat whumpees, they're so adorable every time !

@whatiswhump (baby don't hurt me) Here

THE psych whump writer. I love Alfie, and you are very good at breaking my heart with him. I keep re reading my favourite chapters (all of them). Plus the drabbles and prompts you post are always spot on.

@serickswrites Here

How. How are you so productive. And it's never quantity over quality, far from it. So much diversity, but I particularly love how you write villain/hero whump ! I always look forward to see the notification with your user.

@melpomenelamusa Here

I don't like minor whump, and that's such a shame because Chimera have almost everything I like in whump. I hope you'll forgive me for aging up Elafi a bit in my mind 🙏

@jumpywhumpywriter Here

I crown you queen of Villain/hero whump. I particularly love the coffee shop villain (Mocha ❤️) and the Burn Villain, burn drabble (I can't express how much I love it).

All of you have shaped my ideas and writing and I couldn't be more thankful.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Moved to a new country a year ago and couldn’t bring my books, had to pack light (don’t worry they’re cozy in a storage locker in Harlem). But I bought them again and the package was waiting at my door tonight and I’m so happy to have them back… some of my favorite comfort books to pick up over and over 😌

i'm so glad you have your comfort books back!! and are you saying that you bought my books a secone time 🥺😭

[digital-nova]

thank you for the tag!! ur writing is super cool too !!

@whatiswhump @whumpisgoodwhumpislife @oddsconvert @silly-scroimblo-whump @jordanstrophe @meraki24601 @montammil

i love all ur works :)

Saw someone do this. Thought it would be fun!

End of year important people list (whump community edition!)

Reblog and tag all of your favorite whump creators, friends in the whump community, anyone in the whump community really, and let them know how much you care about them!

[serickswrites]

Recording VI

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: rescue, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, cpr, hospital, temporary character death

Kyle was driving as quickly as possible. There was no way he was going to let James die on his watch. He couldn’t. Not after everything. 

Lily sat in the back with Max with James sprawled across both their laps. Her eyes never left James’ face. She cupped his cheek as Kyle drove. “Hang in there, James, hang in there. We’re almost there, just hold on.”

Kyle looked in the rear mirror, making eye contact with Max. Max gave Kyle a nod as he held James’ wrist. As soon as he had settled James into the back, Max had grabbed James’ wrist, carefully monitoring the team’s fallen leader’s pulse. 

“How much further?” Lily asked, her eyes never leaving James’ slack face. 

“Ten minutes,” Kyle answered. 

“I would hurry if I were you,” Lance said as he twisted in the front seat to stare at James. His wrists were still cuffed and he made no effort to escape. 

“I am going as fast as I can,” Kyle growled. 

“He hasn’t made a sound, I would hurry if I were you if you want to save him.”

“He’s breathing. He has a pulse. He’ll make it,” Max said through gritted teeth. The moment Lance had started talking when he had gotten in the car he had tensed up. He hadn’t been convinced that sparing his life was a good idea. But Kyle had pointed out they could gather more information on how Dexter got the drop on James and what Dexter did to him. 

“Hang in there, James,” Lily murmured again. 

If Max hadn’t kept reassuring Kyle with a nod that James still had a pulse, Kyle would have thought James was dead. He was covered in so much blood, Kyle had no idea how much blood James had in his body. He couldn’t even see James’ chest moving to show that he was breathing. 

But he had to be. Because he couldn’t die. Not after everything. 

“James? James?” Lily’s words were sharp and shrill. She began to tap his cheek. “Come on, come on. James!” 

Kyle’s stomach dropped as Max dropped James’ wrist and shifted his body in the seat. James flopped limply in Max’s arms. While Max quickly maneuvered James to laying across the bench seat, Lily knelt on the floor. Max straddled James and began chest compressions again. “How much further?”

“We’re here. We’re here!” Kyle shouted as he pulled into the ambulance bay. 

Lily was up and out the door before the car had completely stopped. “HELP!” She roared. 

“Come on, buddy. We’re here. We’ve got you. You’re safe. You can’t die now. James!” Max urged as he didn’t stop compressions. He repeated the mantra over and over as he pumped. Repeated it as hospital staff tried to take over. Repeated it as he traded places with a doctor. Repeated it as James was whisked away. And he repeated it as he realized his friend was dead and the team had failed.

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[buggy-about-town]

Finally finished this impressionist inspired piece of Alfie from @whatiswhump ‘s gorgeous Alfie and Dr. Harris story! I’m practicing working in color more and I’m excited!

[control-whump]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! :D

Lovely replies/reblogs/asks on nice posts

Hate mail on my blogs that I know will get hate, so I can laugh at them

TV shows 

Toys and other collectibles

Finding some good whump in a long running show, where there will be more!

[whump-it]

"Would I Lie To You" by Charles and Eddie. Heard it when it first came out. Fell totally in love with it for no apparent reason and it's stayed that way ever since!

@ashintheairlikesnow @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @whatiswhump

NEW TAG GAME!!

Everyone post a link to your favorite song

I tag anyone who sees this and wants in! 😉😁

@flickeringflame216 @pensandsliverswords @thefinaljediknight @seeking-elsewhither @pepperonyscience @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight @reneethegreatandpowerful @knilolas @geminiagentgreen @zelda-was-here @mrtobenamedlater @ominarii @lilliesandlight @thenopequeen @secret--psalms--saturn @aknightreaderr @authortobenamedlater @soemthingsparkly @hiddenvioletsgrow @evilrat-sabre @she-is-amused

Also if any of you don't want to be tagged by me let me know! 💗 Also no pressure at all

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Redwood Psychiatric Institute Masterlist

Collage made by me

Rowan Murdock is a young journalist investigating into an old psychiatric hospital on the outside of town.

The next thing he knows, he's waking up in the very same Redwood Psychiatric Insititute. He's told he is a patient there, and his name is actually James Lawton.

Rowan - or is it James? - is forced to grapple with everything he thought he knew, to try to figure out the real thruth for himself. No matter how terrifying the truth may be.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Please note - I don't write about any of this stuff with the intention to hurt or trigger those suffering from different mental illnesses. As someone who has had their struggle with mental illness, I write these kinds of stories to show the very real fear of institutionalisation and the stigma that is associated with it. If it triggers you, please just don't read it. This is just my way of coping and writing a story that I enjoy writing.

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[castielamigos-whump-side-blog]

@whatiswhump 👀👀👀👀👀

Clutch

@angst-after-dark

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Icarus - The weight of Loneliness

Here's my attempt at writing an avian/villain whumpee ! Tell me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.

Prompt list

Owyn's breathing hitched as a ray of solid light brushed his wing, and he banked tight, holding back a pained whimper. His feathers were singed, but not enough to impair his flight. However, the heroes chasing him were gaining on him, his wings beating frantically. There was the golden boy of the city, Aegis, who was matching his speed just by running. And a woman, that he had never seen before, who was using her fire powers as propulsion. It was so unfair, how was he supposed to fight these titans with his little wings ?

Finally, an opening. He darted between two buildings, and dove straight for the dark streets, the maze he knew like the back of his hand. The tip of his wings barely brushed against the walls as he took the sharp turns, and suddenly dove behind an abandoned pile of cardboard boxes, stumbling as he landed. The avian tucked his wings in his back, holding back his breath for a few minutes. But only silence filled the street, and he finally released a sigh of relief.

Owyn stood up shakily, his back muscles aching from the strain of flying too fast. He had escaped, once again. But he had failed his mission. Once. Again. He knew that the Villainy Agency would not take his failure kindly, and that he must expect another pay cut soon. His current salary had barely been enough to pay the rent last month, and he knew the landlord wouldn't hesitate to kick him out.

He slowly walked down the dark alley, taking detours and discreet streets to ensure not being followed. Finally, arriving in front of an old building, he spread his wings and, in a few tired flaps, reached a window on the roof. It was unlocked, as he had left it, and he slipped inside.

The building was old and crumbling, the heat never worked, but the landlord didn't care that he was a villain, as long as he paid the rent in time. And he was the only one in this city, at least as far as Owyn had heard.

The apartment was in the attic, which made his comings and goings easier, but it meant that the insulation was next to inexistant. It wasn't much, a cold, cramped space, but it was home. In the corner, built on a thin mattress, was his nest. It was messy, filled with fallen feathers and every soft piece of fabric he could find, but it was warm, and it made him feel safe. He always took all the precautions he could before coming there, to make sure he wouldn't be found.

But there was something else. Owyn had built his nest for two, despite knowing how useless it was. He didn't even hope anymore. He was a villain after all, and it was a lonely life. But it was hardwired in his instincts, and he couldn't bring himself to make it smaller.

And as he plucked the burnt feathers from his wings, twisting to try and reach the furthest ones, the weight of his loneliness hit him once again.

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@phoenixpromptsandstuff @bacillusinfection @artfulbok @melpomenelamusa