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I Know, I Know

I said I was going to be on it. It’s been….its been a rough go. I had a friend unexpectedly pass away last week and it’s been rough. I had been helping take care of her horse solo for the last 12 days, (along with 3 other horses in addition to my 2) but now the rest of my farmily is back so we can share duties at least (we have 9 horses between all of us and we help out with each other). I am going to try and catch up with whumpmas in July this week. I am hopeful, but I am not going to set any unrealistic goals. I miss writing. I have so many ideas. I am just so tired that all I do is work, take care of the horses, and sleep. Sorry for the rant. And thank you, for those that stuck around to read. Enjoy a photo of Fi (bay horse) hugging her little brother (black horse is slightly smaller—that’s the baby I got back in April he’s so big now) so that he stops trying to rough house with her and just have a chill turnout time.

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Countdown II

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, pursuit, pending rescue

"Whumpee, Whumpee, where are you?" Teammate Two said into the phone.

Caretaker desperately tried to hear Whumpee's voice on the other end of the line. Teammate One flipped the speaker phone on and suddenly Whumpee's voice filled the room.

"--know. But, it's dark. So there's no city lights here." Whumpee's voice was hushed and hoarse.

"That's ok, we can track you. Are you hurt?" Caretaker asked quickly.

Whumpee hesitated. "Yeah," they finally said.

"How bad?" Caretaker was ready to mobilize an EMS unit as well.

"I've....I've had worse."

"Whumpee, your voice is hoarse from screaming. Whumper takes their time torturing their victims before killing them. How bad is it?"

"I can walk out of here if that's what you're asking. Hold on," they went silent.

Caretaker's heart hammered in their throat. What was happening? What could they do to help Whumpee?

"Whumper's coming," Whumpee whispered. "I need to relocate. Have you found me yet?"

Teammate One nodded. "We've locked onto your location. We're about thirty minutes away."

"Well, hurry," Whumpee said breathlessly. They were running. "Because I don't have many places I can hide easily."

"Whumpee, just hold on, we're on our way," Teammate Two said as they got up.

"Find somewhere to hide. Find something you can hurt them with. Do whatever you need, Whumpee. We are coming for you," Caretaker practically shouted into the phone. They had to reach Whumpee in time. They had to.

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Maneuver

Warnings: referenced torture, restraints, escape, dislocation, field medicine, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, Whumpee," Caretaker huffed as they reached the torture chamber. They had been running as fast as they could to get to Whumpee while everyone else distracted Whumper.

"'m here," Whumpee called back weakly.

Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. They opened the door and gasped. Whumpee had clearly been tortured, but they were alive. And not bleeding. Whumper had them in standing cuffs, though Whumpee's right shoulder was pulled at an odd angle. "How bad is it? Can you walk?"

Whumpee nodded. "I can. I...I just need you to pop my shoulder back in. I slipped when Whumper....when they....well that doesn't matter. I slipped and it popped out."

Caretaker nodded grimly. "Are you sure? It's going to hurt?" They quickly uncuffed Whumpee.

Whumpee cried out as their right arm fell. "Yeah," they hissed, "I won't be able to run out of here if we don't. Just maneuver it fast, Caretaker. Please."

Caretaker grasped Whumpee's wrist tenderly. "Big breath, Whumpee," and before Whumpee had finished opening their mouth, Caretaker popped their should back into the socket.

Whumpee screamed loudly before their knees buckled. Caretaker caught Whumpee before they could hit the floor. "Whumpee! Say something!"

Whumpee was completely limp in Caretaker's arms. No matter how much Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee, they remained unconscious, finally succumbing to all the pain they had endured. "Hold on, Whumpee, I'll get you out of here. Just hold on. You're safe. You're safe. I've got you."

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Rot II

Part 1

Warnings: referenced captivity, restraints, blood, wounds, stabbing, field med, unclear character status, rescue, hurt/aftermath

When Caretaker first got to the basement again, they couldn't see Whumpee around the cluster of medics. One team member stopped them. "Caretaker," they said gently as they clasped Caretaker's shoulder.

"How bad is it?" Caretaker didn't want to do this. Didn't want to be delayed. Whumpee had asked for them.

"We're doing everything we can here. As soon as they're stabilized enough we will get them into the ambulance and head to the hospital. You can stay with them the whole time."

Caretaker nodded and stepped around the team member. A little of the crowd around Whumpee cleared. They lay flat on their back, their wrists free from the shackles that kept them to the wall. Blood had pooled on the ground around them. Their wounds weren't visible as three separate medics worked on stemming the bleeding. Another medic was reading off a monitor, while a fifth medic fiddled with Whumpee's IV. Whumpee's eyes were closed, their face deathly pale.

Caretaker's heart stopped. Were they too late? "Whumpee?"

Whumpee's eyes opened slowly. "Caretaker," Whumpee replied quietly.

Caretaker dropped to their knees beside Whumpee's head. "Hey, Whumpee."

Whumpee's face screwed up with pain as one of the medics ripped a saturated gauze pad away from Whumpee's gut. "Hurts," they whispered.

Caretaker took Whumpee's hand. "Squeeze my hand. Squeeze my hand and look at me, Whumpee. You're going to be ok. They're taking care of you."

Caretaker tried to ignore the frantic movement around them. Tried to ignore the tersely spoke words between the medics. They tried only to focus on Whumpee. And to have Whumpee focus only on them.

"Whumper?" Whumpee's eyes were tight with pain.

"Handled. They won't ever hurt you again." Caretaker didn't care if Whumper died. Whumper didn't suffer enough for what they did to Whumpee.

"G-G-Good." Whumpee gasped with pain. They tried to sit up to see, but Caretaker cupped their cheek.

"Eyes on me, Whumpee. They're taking care of you. Just keep your eyes on me."

"Onnnnnnnnn yyyyyyyouuuuuuuu," Whumpee said as their eyes searched for Caretaker.

Caretaker opened their mouth to distract Whumpee, but suddenly the medics around them were moving, shouting to one another rapidly. "We need to get them out of here. Now."

"Are they stable enough to move?"

"Doesn't matter, we have more equipment in the truck. I can't stop this without it."

"Everyone get ready to move out. We need to move. Now."

Caretaker hurried along, Whumpee's hand clutched tightly in theirs. "I'm here, Whumpee. I'm here. You're ok." They squeezed Whumpee's hand. "I'm here," they said as the group reached the ambulance.

Whumpee's hand went limp in Caretaker's. The monitor that one medic had been monitoring let out one continuous, blaring screech. Caretaker's mouth went dry as they realized that meant only one thing: Whumpee's heart had stopped.

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Whumpmas in July 2025 Day 5

What ten words/phrases give you the whumperflies?

In no particular order:

"Bow."

Buckled

Gasped

Begged

Lolled

Hazy

"We are going to have so much fun" especially if its whispered tenderly in a restrained whumpee's ear

Weeping

Seeped

Flopped.

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Whumpmas in July 2025 Masterpost

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Day 3: prompt: "I'm sorry;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, mcd

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Together IV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, gag, creepy/intimate whumper, two whumpers

"How about you let me help you," Villain said to Supervillain as they inspected Supervillain's cheek.

Supervillain's face felt hot at Villain's words. This was so embarrassing. They had been so easily hurt by Hero. "It's ok, I can just take care of Hero myself. You can take your turn."

Villain smiled down at Supervillain. "You misunderstand me, Supervillain. I want to help you. I want to," they bit their lip, "watch while you have your time with Hero. I'll even let you have extra time."

Something pulled tight low in Supervillain's stomach. Villain wanted to watch them? This had its possibilities. "Deal."

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Whumpmas in July 2025 Day 4

Post a prompt for someone else to fill on Day 28.

Whumpee was kidnapped by Whumper and conditioned to be a living weapon. After rescue, they are reunited with Caretaker, someone they loved before they were captured. Whumpee is horrified by what they have become and doesn't think Caretaker should be their friend, telling Caretaker that Caretaker doesn't know them anymore, can't know them because of what they've done. Caretaker's response is your choice!

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Tiles II

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, mcd

"Where is Smallest Teammate?" Team Leader repeated.

"Team Leader, I think you should sit down," Teammate One said, not looking Team Leader in the eye.

"No. I want you to tell me where Smallest Teammate is." Team Leader's heart was racing out of control. Were they wrong? Was Smallest Teammate not here?

Team Leader waited for Teammate One to speak. The silence stretched painfully. They could see Teammate One struggle to keep their face blank. "Are they here? Did Whumper move them from here before confronting me?"

Teammate One sighed. They inhaled sharply. "No, Smallest Teammate is here."

Team Leader wished that Teammate One's words had calmed them down. Had given them relief. But between Teammate One's silence and their refusal to let Team Leader into the room with Teammate Two had Team Leader's heart still racing. They tried to breathe past the lump in their throat, "Can I see them?"

"I don't know--"

"How bad is it? Just tell me."

Teammate One took a breath, tears filling eyes as they spoke, "It's bad, Team Leader. I...I don't think--"

"I'm going in there," Team Leader said as they tried to push past Teammate One. "Let me in there. I need to see Smallest Teammate. They need to see me. I can help them."

Teammate One began to sob, their hands dropping away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. They're gone, Team Leader."

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Field II

Part 1

Warnings: blood, wounds, shrapnel, explosion, injury, field medicine, unconsciousness

Caretaker tried not to throw up at the squelching sounds each piece of shrapnel made as they pulled it out of Whumpee. Tried not to think about the incredible pain Whumpee had been in before they passed out. Tried not to think about how Whumpee's blood was coating their fingers. Tried not to think about how shallow Whumpee's breathing was.

"I'm going as fast as I can, Whumpee. We're more than halfway done."

Whumpee was completely still beneath them. Caretaker worked quickly. They had to. They had to get Whumpee to help soon. "I am so thankful you saved me. But I wish you didn't get hurt in the process."

Caretaker stripped their outer layer off and pressed it to the heavily bleeding wounds on Whumpee's back as they took a short break to check on Whumpee. Whumpee didn't stir as Caretaker put pressure on the wounds. Whumpee's skin was clammy and cold. Their breaths came in shallow gasps. But they were still alive.

"I'm hurrying, Whumpee. Just hold on." Caretaker quickly picked out the last several pieces of shrapnel from Whumpee's body.

"Ok, Whumpee, let's get you out of here. Wake up, Whumpee," Caretaker said as they tapped on Whumpee's cheek. "Please. You're bigger than me. I need your help."

Whumpee didn't wake as Caretaker tapped on their cheek. Didn't wake as Caretaker hooked their arms underneath. Didn't wake as Caretaker dragged them along. Whumpee didn't wake at all and were seemingly dead to the world.

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Whumpmas in July 2025 Day 2

What images/mood boards describe you favorite whumper/whumpee tropes?

That's a great question. I definitely love a good creepy/intimate whumper so I feel like any mood board inspired by You on Netflix, or even Saltburn would be a good one (also just love the absolute long con and unhinged nature of Saltburn--it's like a demented Brideshead Revisited and I absolutely love it). I do also think military/spy setting mood boards would be a good one since I'm really digging living weapon whumpees right now.

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Whumpmas in July '25 Day 1

Reintroduce Yourself

Hey there, I'm S. E. Ricks. Any pronoun will do. I've had this blog for 3.5 years (time flies!). I came back to tumblr to write as I am an elder and have been on tumblr since the beginning (deleted my original blog, started a new one in 2012 that I don't use, but unfortunately realized that I started this as a side instead of just restarting like I should have). Writing is my self care and I'm trying to be more confident in my writing. Confidence in my writing is not my strong suit, but it's a work in progress.

I like most whump tropes unless it's on my ick list. My icks are underage whumpees, amputation, and de-aging. I think that's it, but I'm always down to explore things until I hit an ick that I didn't even know I had.

A little about myself: I run my own business in a field that gives me a little insight into this community sometimes I think. I love being my own boss, but it does consume a lot of time lol. I am a huge animal lover and have six cats, two dogs, a pond full of fish, and 2 horses (my mare is a solid citizen at 6 and can pretty much do anything now and I am so proud of her and I picked up my colt about three months ago and he is my giant toddler. Love my bbs so much.) I struggle with some fairly serious chronic health conditions and am a bit of medical mystery for my treatment team (let me tell you that is not fun at all) and this year my health has taken a bit of a nose dive. It does impact my mental health because I simply just don't have the spoons. I am kinda a machine and will not let it impact my ability to work, but that comes at a cost in that I don't have the energy for anything else.

As always, asks are always open, so if there's anything I left off or you want to know, please reach out!

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I'm Back

Hey gang, it's been a while. I know. I know. I said I would be back sooner.....life got the better of me. Things really haven't changed all that much other than I think I've come to terms with where they are and that has vastly improved my mental health. I'm still fairly low spooned right now, but I am committed to writing again. It makes me happy. It makes me happy to share it. I'm going to ease into things with WIJ and start publishing my drafts as well. Bear with me, it's a process and hopefully I stay on task.

And if you're reading this, thanks for sticking around. I appreciate you more than words can convey.

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Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately gang.

I picked up my yearling colt 2.5 weeks ago and he has kept me busy in addition to having one of the worst health flares I’ve had in a while (read I’m sleeping 10+ hours a day and normally I’m a 6 hours kind of person). I will complete Whumpril, just not on time. I’m hoping this flare will die down soon and I’ll feel better.

In the meantime time enjoy a baby horse picture!

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Hey friend! I have gone and changed my url! I'm in your taglist so I was hoping you could update my info pretty pretty please???

I was hufflepuffwritingstuff2 but now

*drumroll*

I am piplupfluffwritingstuff2

(Ta-da!)

Congrats! All changed!

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Overloaded

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, sensory overload

Whumpee was ready to come out of their skin. They couldn't endure another minute of the blaring alarm, the bright lights, or the rough fabric of the bag over their head. The bag did nothing to prevent the light getting in, it merely scratched their skin, driving them mad.

The rough rope around their wrists and ankles were a distant memory. Nothing compared to the incessant klaxons or the brightness of the lights aimed at their face. Whumper was cruel. They had tied Whumpee up and left them in this state, chuckling as they left, knowing that Whumpee would soon be overwhelmed and overloaded.

Whumpee was overloaded. Their senses were torturing them relentlessly. And there was no end in sight.

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Less Than

Warnings: dehumanization, degradation

"You are completely useless," the Handler chided as the weapon prostrated themself at the Handler's feet. "Boss gave you one job and you can't even do that right. One simple job. You are a useless waste of space."

"Yes, Handler. Of course, Handler. A waste of space," the weapon repeated. They tried to make themself as small as possible. Tried to make the Handler see how sorry they were for failing. Tried to do anything to avoid punishment.

"As far as weapons go, you are the least useful. Weapons are lesser beings of course, but you," the Handler sneered, "you are the worst of them all. I have half a mind to throw you away."

"Please," the weapon begged, "don't throw me away. I will be better. I can be better. I promise. Please, Handler."

"Then prove yourself worthy," the Handler said coldly. "Finish what Boss ordered you to do and I won't throw you in the trash. You aren't a soldier. You aren't a human. You are a weapon. And you better make yourself useful. Useless weapons are to be discarded for better ones."

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