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whumpee who hates taking sleep aids because the fuzzy feeling it gives them reminds them too much of being drugged

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i request ur ocs infodump

kiss me, anon.

cw: child abuse, self-harm, alcoholism, general anguish and pain, and a heavy helping of doomed yaoi

let’s get this bread

so william grew up in wisconsin in a happy family of four, having two parents and a little sister named serenity. they are ridiculously smart and have received a scholarship by the time they’re in middle school. william also has a best friend, zander, who, too, is really bright. the two are placed in a class together to help them graduate early and get to their dream school all the way in new york. wow!!

here’s the rub; william’s mom is cheating. fights break through the house, and william, as the older sibling, needs to shield serenity from the yelling downstairs. the fighting leads to divorce, and dad takes the kids. while william deals with the stress by cutting, dad copes with alcohol. he’s an angry drunk, and he’s really mad at his ex-wife. unfortunately, serenity looks a lot like her mom…

william does their best to defend her, to pin the blame on themselves whenever she draws too much of their father’s attention. zander notices the siblings getting frailer and jumpier, but william dismisses it when he asks.

eventually, william breaks, telling zander everything, including that they’ve had a crush on him since the fifth grade. zander reciprocates. they beg him not to tell anyone about the abuse, saying that if the siblings got separated, they wouldn’t be able to handle it. he reluctantly agrees, but says that william and serenity need to come to his house whenever it gets too bad.

graduation day rolls around, and william has plans to get out of the house asap and to take serenity with them. zander says he wants to come, too, and william relents after some insisting.

the night william and serenity planned to run, serenity dies in a fit of their father’s rage. william sprints to zander’s waiting arms, choking out the news of her death into the crook of his neck, and the rest of the night is a blur to them.

when school starts again, william studies psychology, and zander studies chemistry. however, in a horrible experiment gone wrong, zander falls into a coma. william stays at his side as much as possible. when zander wakes up, though, he doesn’t even recognize them.

so, they’ve lost their parents, they’ve lost their sister, and now they might as well have lost their boyfriend, who has almost certainly fallen out of love with them at this point. so what can they do now?

as of present day, william shoves their nose in books and focuses almost exclusively on their studying. all they want now is to try making a new life from the ground up all over again. agony.

william fun facts:

-william likes foxes a lot, so much so that their favorite color is orange

-william is secretly really afraid of ghosts

-william keeps a lot of journals

-william took serenity’s packed bag the night they ran away, and they keep her teddy bear on top of their bookshelf

-william has pollen allergies

-william adores theatre tunes and would love to see a broadway show live one day

-william has multiple classic rock shirts (and yes, they can name five songs from the album)

and lastly

-william was easily startled even before they were abused

thanks again, anon. i love talking about my goobers :3

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i request ur ocs infodump

kiss me, anon.

cw: child abuse, self-harm, alcoholism, general anguish and pain, and a heavy helping of doomed yaoi

let’s get this bread

so william grew up in wisconsin in a happy family of four, having two parents and a little sister named serenity. they are ridiculously smart and have received a scholarship by the time they’re in middle school. william also has a best friend, zander, who, too, is really bright. the two are placed in a class together to help them graduate early and get to their dream school all the way in new york. wow!!

here’s the rub; william’s mom is cheating. fights break through the house, and william, as the older sibling, needs to shield serenity from the yelling downstairs. the fighting leads to divorce, and dad takes the kids. while william deals with the stress by cutting, dad copes with alcohol. he’s an angry drunk, and he’s really mad at his ex-wife. unfortunately, serenity looks a lot like her mom…

william does their best to defend her, to pin the blame on themselves whenever she draws too much of their father’s attention. zander notices the siblings getting frailer and jumpier, but william dismisses it when he asks.

eventually, william breaks, telling zander everything, including that they’ve had a crush on him since the fifth grade. zander reciprocates. they beg him not to tell anyone about the abuse, saying that if the siblings got separated, they wouldn’t be able to handle it. he reluctantly agrees, but says that william and serenity need to come to his house whenever it gets too bad.

graduation day rolls around, and william has plans to get out of the house asap and to take serenity with them. zander says he wants to come, too, and william relents after some insisting.

the night william and serenity planned to run, serenity dies in a fit of their father’s rage. william sprints to zander’s waiting arms, choking out the news of her death into the crook of his neck, and the rest of the night is a blur to them.

when school starts again, william studies psychology, and zander studies chemistry. however, in a horrible experiment gone wrong, zander falls into a coma. william stays at his side as much as possible. when zander wakes up, though, he doesn’t even recognize them.

so, they’ve lost their parents, they’ve lost their sister, and now they might as well have lost their boyfriend, who has almost certainly fallen out of love with them at this point. so what can they do now?

as of present day, william shoves their nose in books and focuses almost exclusively on their studying. all they want now is to try making a new life from the ground up all over again. agony.

william fun facts:

-william likes foxes a lot, so much so that their favorite color is orange

-william is secretly really afraid of ghosts

-william keeps a lot of journals

-william took serenity’s packed bag the night they ran away, and they keep her teddy bear on top of their bookshelf

-william has pollen allergies

-william adores theatre tunes and would love to see a broadway show live one day

-william has multiple classic rock shirts (and yes, they can name five songs from the album)

and lastly

-william was easily startled even before they were abused

thanks again, anon. i love talking about my goobers :3

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Challenge: take the last text/message you sent and integrate it into a whump snippet

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Hi hi :D, how about recovering whumpee in caretaker's home getting recaptured by whumper as a prompt?

did someone say escape/recapture??? *sprints in your direction and tackles you* /vpos

cw: breaking in, incredibly mild manhandling, some threatening, can be read as intimate whumper but it’s pretty ambiguous so yk. lmk what i missed!!

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“Well. You’re quite lost, aren’t you?”

Whumpee recognized the voice in milliseconds, and it cleared the sleepy haze from their mind instantly. It’s the same voice that plagued their nightmares, the same voice that taunted them through every pain, through every ounce of lost blood and every dripping tear. Whumpee found themselves frozen in the bed, unmoving, staring at the wall in front of them and waiting to please, please wake up.

Whumper’s hand landed on their shoulder, resting idly there like this was the most casual thing in the world. Whumpee didn’t dare move. Moving did nothing but hurt; they knew that.

“C’mon,” Whumper sighed, carefully flipping Whumpee onto their back. “No more playing pretend. You’ve gotta head home now.”

Whumper pushed Whumpee to a sitting position, their touch deceptively gentle. Whumpee stared at their lap. Their eyes glimmered in the moonlight with tears they didn’t let themselves shed.

“I… I can’t…” Whumpee began, unsure of what they were about to say.

“No, Whumpee.” Whumper snapped, their voice gaining a familiar edge. “Don’t say a word. You’re in enough trouble as it is.” Their hand was over Whumpee’s mouth, then, their nails just barely poking their cheeks. “Don’t make me hurt you here, not when we’re both so tired. Just get up. Come willingly, and I’ll consider going easier on you.”

Whumpee obliged.

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Oooh requests are opened? 👀

What about a whumpee falling through the ice and Caretaker having to pull them out and warm them up from hypothermia? :D

-- @whumperofworlds

see? this guy gets it.

cw: hypothermia (duh), whump stuff and whatnot, implied nonsexual nudity. as always, lmk if i missed anything! they/them whumpee and he/him caretaker for clarity :3

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Whumpee’s wet hair clung to their forehead as they shivered, clinging to the towel draped around their shoulders like it would disappear whenever they let it fall to the tile floor of the bathroom. They stood before a mirror, blankly staring at Caretaker’s reflection as he fussed with the hair dryer, shoving it into the socket by the sink.

“There we go,” Caretaker mumbled under his breath. “Hang tight, Whumpee. It’ll be a little loud.”

Whumpee closed their eyes, tightening their grip on their towel until their fingers might have pressed right through the fabric. As the hair dryer whirred to life, they could feel careful fingers reach their scalp. The kind touch was a stark, though welcome, contrast to the freezing lake just below the sheet of ice they had fallen through not fifteen minutes prior. Thank God for Caretaker’s past in lifeguarding and inhuman tolerance to the cold.

Warm air covered Whumpee’s head like a fuzzy blanket on a snowy evening, making them lean into Caretaker’s fingers. The gentle petting as Caretaker attempted to make sure Whumpee’s head was not just dry, but warm as well, made the tension in their shoulders evaporate alongside the lake water.

When they had finally dried, the towel falling from their shoulders and having been replaced by a comfortable set of pajamas, Caretaker sighed, a fond smile on his lips. “Let’s try ice skating at a rink next time, alright?”

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bored asf send me whump stuff to write 🙏

no characters tho bc i don’t wanna butcher anyone’s blorbo </3

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hypothermia in whump is CRIMINALLY underrated. it gives way to intimate whumpers really easily, it makes the whumpees all chilly and desperate for comfort, all around just a perfect trope!!

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sorry i’ve not posted ever at all here are some jars i made

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woah hi gang it’s been a second huh? i’ve been going through hella shit, so sorry for not doing literally anything. ummm i don’t have much to offer you even though i’ve been suffering, so please accept this drawing from earlier in goretober (i gave up on day like five :|)

it’s surgery so content warning uhhh blood n guts n exposed organs

my fuckin blorbo means the world to me like this little guy is the thing that’s kept me sane this whole time

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FALSELY 👏 GENTLE 👏 THREATENING 👏 TOUCHES 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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when stoic whumpees crumble >>>>

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does anyone have a merry whump of may 2023 list? is there an official one or do i just do whatever the fuck i want? someone please inform me.

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oc shenanigans! sorry i fucking died btw! i’ll be active for the merry whump of may probably maybe i hope 👍

as usual, no context for this one because i never post backstories on here ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy anyway tho!

tw for religion mentions, using religion to excuse abuse, implied captivity, whumper is called “savior”, branding, cultish undertones, lmk if i missed anything 👍

Slowly, agonizingly, Jamie lifted his head as Navin scooted the chair across from him in. Tenderly, almost sickeningly so, Navin placed an open bible in front of the heir. He stared at it tiredly, as well as at the plate of apple slices and cup of water next to it.

“Good morning, Jamie. I hope you slept well,” Navin put a hand on the bible, pointing to a verse, “Today, I wanted to talk to you about Exodus 15:26. Can you read to me what it says?”

Jamie sighed through his nose and shifted in his hard, wooden chair. He swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth before reading, “‘If you listen carefully to the Lord your God and do what is right in his eyes, if you pay attention to his commands and keep all his decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord that heals you.’”

“What do you think this passage means, Jamie?” Navin cocked his head to the side expectantly while still keeping a kind expression. It felt to Jamie as though he were mocking him with that stupid smile. Jamie ducked his head down and bit his cheek, trying to dismiss the sudden unholy thought. His savior’s face is far from stupid. How dare he think such a thought.

“It means that… that uhm…” Jamie thought out loud, using buffer words to fill in silence, “that the Lord will protect us if we do what is right..?”

Navin nodded, “Very good Jamie. You always have been great at analysis.”

Jamie took an apple slice and bit it in half, making a satisfying crunch as the fruit broke. The apple, Jamie had figured out, was symbolic of his sins. Temptation. Navin explained that the outside world was like the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden.

“And how did God feel when Adam and Eve had taken the apple?” Navin had softly asked him, an arm slung around his shoulder comforting him as Jamie sobbed into his hands.

“S…Sad… Dis-sapointed…” Jamie had croaked through the horrible pain of the burn from the branding on his arm.

“Yes… Yes Jamie… And I don’t want God to be sad, do you?”

“N…No…”

“So, Jamie,” Navin closed the bible but left the book in front of Jamie, “are you willing to abandon these sinful thoughts and embrace the Lord once more?”

Jamie hung his head again and sighed through his nose, placing the half-eaten apple slice back on the plate with the whole ones, “I am sorry, Lord Navin, but the thoughts won’t stop plaguing me. I cannot stop thinking about what lies beyond the compounds. Please… I’m- I’m so sorry…”

Navin sighed and his face wilted. He stood from the table and tugged Jamie from his seat, tossing him on the floor as tears already began to cloud the boy’s eyes, “Then you know I must cleanse you. Please remember that everything I do is to save you,” Navin stared pitifully down at Jamie as he shook, “Just… close your eyes. It will hurt a bit less…”

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AHAHAHAHAHA??

Whump dialogue XXXV

“Don’t pull away from me, darling. I might mistake your terror for defiance.”

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MORE OC SHIT. STILL NO CONTEXT THO. BUT YOU COULD UNDERSTAND IT IF YOU REALLY TRIED.

tw: alcoholism, ptsd flashback, implied physical abuse. lmk if i missed something

William took a glass from the dishwasher, cringing when they touched a part of the glass that was still a bit wet. They turned to the already opened cupboard and placed it onto the shelf with all of the other glasses. It was late - about two in the morning - and even Zander was out of the lab and in his bed. But William was far from tired, opting to do something useful in the night’s hours instead of just staring at the ceiling.

William grabbed a plate with one hand and opened the cupboard for the dish with the other. In doing so, they lost their grip on the plate. Their head jerked to the loud crash that filled the room. The plate shattered on the ground, fragments of it littering the floor.

The bottle shattered on the ground, fragments of it littering the floor. William flinched back, throwing their arms in front of their face to protect themselves from their father’s wrath. Alcohol was heavy on the man’s breath. In one of his hands was the neck of another broken beer bottle, and the other was clenched into a white-knuckled fist.

“I tell you to do one thing, Wil’am… but your… you can’t ev’n do that!” their father slurred coming closer to William as they shook.

William met their father’s blazing eyes, searching for a hint of the man he was. But this dictator, this monster, had replaced their loving father. He stumbled closer, supporting himself on the kitchen island.

“You fuckin’... why you defen’ y’r whore sister an’way?” At the mention of their younger sister, William’s fear was replaced by burning anger.

“She’s eight, you piece of shit! We get it, you hate your wife, but you don’t get to take it out on your kids.” William’s hands clenched at their sides. Their father’s jaw locked, and suddenly William regretted their act of defiance.

The man raised the bottle over his head before it crashed down onto—

“---William!” Zander yelled.

William shook their head to refocus, and they were back in the apartment again. They quickly wiped the tears they had only recently been aware of pooling in their eyes. William saw their pink-haired roommate standing in front of them. William’s eyes widened.

“Careful! The- The plate!-”

“I cleaned it up. What happened to you? I hear a crash from the kitchen and I see you staring at a broken plate,” Zander put his hands on William’s shoulders, “You spaced or something. Are you hurt? Are you upset over the plate? We can get a new one if it makes you feel better.”

“No… no it’s fine. I just uh… am tired. I’m going to bed now.” William brushed Zander’s hands off of their shoulders and quickly retreated to their room, trying in vain to push the intrusive memory from their mind.

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sure

let’s use my lovely william, my most recognizable (and most fun) whumpee. i feel like they’d have a mix between a fight and freeze response, freeze when they are the one in danger, and fight when someone they care for is in danger. the urge to protect comes with the caring, slightly maternal older sibling instincts developed in their childhood home. i should post backstory n stuff. that would be fun.

Here'e an oc question for you:

Do your ocs have the fight, flight, fawn, or freeze response when frightened?