#monstrous whumpee

[redd956]

Whump Ideas: Oversized Whumpees

Lmao! I just moved into my college dorms !!! Might start taking and finishing requests (No nsfw, I’m finicky on whether or not I’ll do pet whump, not a gore fan)

Another whumpee archetype is the oversized whumpee, generally tall and more muscular whumpees. (Perhaps monster whumpees that are just big bois and gorls) I surprisingly don’t see these as often in writing as I initially expected. Here are some I ideas I’ve conjured for this archetype.

The Big Scaredy

- An intimidating Whumpee at first glance

- A big anxious push over

- Perhaps once a terrifying force of nature, reduced to acting much smaller than themselves

- Greatest Hugger

There’s Always  A Bigger Fish

- These whumpees are viewed as the more massive and sturdy ones

- Caretaker is shocked to find how someone like them could be reduced to anything, and no one knows how to deal with them

- Their Whumper is somehow bigger than them

- Tends to be ashamed of their “lack” of strength, and blames themselves

- Caretaker is even more terrified at the image of who could be Whumpee’s Whumper

Ashamed of their Whumper

- Their whumper obviously wasn’t there size... Bonus: Whumper is smaller than the average person

- Sometimes stoic

- Whumpee entirely blames themselves, and cannot be convinced otherwise

- Though their Whumper is small, the scars/emotional baggage they bear are surprisingly big

- Shame determines their every action

Big and Strong

- Hiding their injuries and ailments type

-Stoicism

- Can also be the leader

- Refuse to show any sign of weakness, but is increasingly reaching their breaking point

- Likely still being Whumped

- Harsh towards other Whumpees (especially ones their size)

- Why won’t they fight Whumper? Did they already reduce Whumper to ashes?

Traits I love

- Intimidating Scars

- Smol Caretaker vs. Large Whumpee

- Absolute Gym Bro Personality

- Stoic and Big

- Whumpee carrying themselves as if they’re smaller; hunched in posture, enclosed body languages, bowing, crouching, kneeling

- Whumpee terrified that they’re going to hurt Caretaker with even the lightest touch

- Caretaker starting out hateful or frightened of Whumpee

- The big dog trope (laying their body weight on caretaker)

Bonus: Feral Force of Nature

- Usually non-human and/or monstrous

- Sometimes associated with pet whump

- A danger to all those around them

- Will attack caretaker/trying to actively thwart caretaker

- Sharp teeth & claws

- Requires a team to handle

- Caretaker is even more hateful and frightened of Whumpee; constantly trying to get themselves out of the situation

- Gear up and armed Caretaker

- Usually requires force, restraints, or triggers to contain

[whumpy-wyrms]

Aspen doodle!! :) this guy is witnessing the horrors as usual

[themonstrousmenagerie]

The poll has been a great success, many of you interested in the Monstrous Menagerie! I doubted it would get so much traction, but I see the lack of monster whump and wanted to deliver.

Well then, Let the show begin!

If two or more anwers will be popular then both will be joining us, one after another. Some might return in future polls too, so don’t worry about missing anyone

[victimeyez]

I had a dream the other night. There was a bad man, a demon in disguise, in a secret room at the bottom of a complex. Inside there was an enormous coffin on a table. He pushed the lid off, and inside was an angel.

It didn’t look like any angel I’ve heard of before, but I knew it was an angel.

The angel had been locked away for so long, with no sustenance, taken out only to be tortured for the demon’s desires. It was corpse-like, skin and lips blue and waxy. It wore a tattered dress, moth-eaten and rotting. It hand many arms and hands, locked to its sides as it lay limp and listless in the coffin. Its eyes were open.

There was a mass of heads sprouting from their shoulders, and one main head that spoke for them all. They were very androgynous, with a feminine face - they are not human.

Fluorescent orange bones peaked through the skin on their feet and legs, glowing through the tattered blue skin.

They looked so real and so close, frightening but beautiful.

While drawing, I decided the dress is made of a clear layer of skin that appears draped over their body. Their central head is the only one who can speak coherently, when revived.

In the dream, there was another bad man who lived in the floor above, but he had some kind of plant power? I remember being disappointed when it was revealed, like I was watching a movie.

Another woman who lives in the complex starts to behave very strangely. She cannot control her actions and does not understand why she is doing the things she does. It wreaks havoc on her life and she is confused and desperate. The presence of the angel, far out of sight, is affecting her.

The angel’s radiance had touched her as a dying defense mechanism, upsetting her mind to make her try to save them, but she does not know why she is doing the things she does and tried to resist.

And then I woke up. The image of the angel has stayed with me, and I made a hasty sketch to try not to forget it. I cleaned up the sketch somewhat, and here they are.

I’ll hopefully soon be going over this in a digital editor to re-draw and be able to color them and everything. I wish I could draw with the photo realism I can still remember it in, because it was really something.

I shared it with my friend, who had a great idea -

[pardonmekreature]

Caretakers who are secretly monstrous or op in someway

I mean, whumpee had always noticed something odd about them. Whether it be their eyes don't look quite human, or how their movements are just a little too quick. But whumpee has always just brushed aside as just weird quirks. Nothing to get suspicious about

Untill they get kidnapped, blindfolded, and dragged off somewhere. Seemly helpless untill the sounds of chaos, screams, and snapping bones surround them. And the only thing left is the sound of caretakers soothing voice.

Caretaker unties them and takes off everything but the blindfold. Because, well, "Maybe it's better if I keep it on"

[a-wumper-on-the-internet]

Let whumpers be complicated.

We love our whumpees - I love my whumpees! They're fun to write and to break and to have caretakers piece them together again. It's great! But sometimes, due to the pov of the whumpees, we see monstrous, evil whumpers who only exist to cause pain to the whumpee, and I think we should be allowed to have some fucked up whumpers. As a treat.

Gimme whumpers that are wholly, one hundred percent convinced they are in the right, that they are doing a good thing, that they're the main character of this story and untouchable. Give me whumpers that know what they're doing is wrong and unforgivable and they keep going anyway, because they think the ends justify the means or the whumpee pushed them to this point or that they just don't care. Give me whumpers that apologize or let their whumpees go, that show remorse and get absolutely nothing from it, that are refused atonement. Gimme guilty whumpers in general please, that could be fun. Fuck it, gimme whumpers who are also caretakers - not in a mistaken identity way, but in a legitimate heel-face turn way, or even in a manipulative way that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. Gimme whumpers turned whumpees! Whumpees who snap and turn into the whumper! Role reversal is so cool let's get more of that!

Maybe I'm lurking around the wrong parts of the community - idk where to find stuff tbh - but I haven't really seen whumper-centric imagines or writing or art, and I really want it. I want it so bad. If there is a portion of the community that's whumper-centric, tell me please I need this.

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 22: "You weren't meant to be there." ♡

@febuwhump

Continuation of day 6.

Content: ptsd flashbacks, gun violence, bullet wounds, head wounds

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Stay here. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone but me.

Those were the instructions Caretaker had given Whumpee before they ran out of the little supply closet they’d been hiding in. And Whumpee followed them for a little while.

But then the gunfire started.

It echoed loudly, the first one making Whumpee flinch hard and cover their ears. They tried their best to stay put as the sounds of a fight continued on outside, but despite their anger with Caretaker for letting Whumper into their only fucking safe space they didn’t want Caretaker to get shot.

Hands trembling, Whumpee unlocked the closet door and used the handle to pull themselves to their feet. They waited for a lull, for the gunfire to be not so loud and not so close, before they slipped out the door and into the hallway. The emergency lights were on, flashing red as alarms blared. It made Whumpee’s head pound and their vision swim. They had barely just recovered from the monstrous concussion Whumper had given them.

They wandered down the hall, drawn in by the sound of fighting. What were they even doing? They weren’t armed; weren’t any good in hand to hand combat. What did they think they would accomplish by walking into this?

They spotted Caretaker in the lobby, crouched behind a column and clutching their bleeding leg. Whumper must have had backup on hand in case things went south, because the lobby was full of armed people trading bullets with security and Whumpee’s skin crawled as they recognized their clothing-

Black gloved hands, pinning their arms behind their back. Staring into their own terrified eyes in the reflection of a mirrored helmet mask as they were bound so tight that the ropes cut into their wrists.

Shit. Not now. Whumpee clenched their fists, letting the sensation of their nails digging into their palms ground them. They had to get to Caretaker.

Caretaker’s eyes went wide when they saw Whumpee approaching. “Whumpee, no! What are you doing?”

Whumpee made it to their side, kneeling next to them. “You’re hurt. Let me see.”

Caretaker grunted as Whumpee pulled their hand away from the wound. “Get out of here, dumbass. I’ll be fine.”

“Not unless you come with me.”

“I’ll slow you down.”

“Come on.” Whumpee slung Caretaker’s arm over their shoulder, straining to pull them to their feet. Caretaker stumbled and the two almost went down but Whumpee just managed to keep their footing and start hobbling towards the hall they’d come from.

They almost made it.

Just as the pair was about to turn the corner, Whumpee’s shoulder exploded with pain. They were propelled forward a bit, just enough to get them in the safety of the hallway, but the damage had been done.

“Whumpee!”

Everything was fuzzy with pain. The sensation was so familiar it was almost nostalgic, and Whumpee greeted the agony with a tight smile and a stifled scream as Caretaker pressed their hands hard into Whumpee’s now bleeding shoulder blade.

“Damn it,” Caretaker muttered from above them. “You weren’t supposed to be there. Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?”

“Sorry,” Whumpee slurred, the side of their face squished against the tile floor.

“Don’t- Just… God, Whumpee. You’re fine. You’re going to be fine. Just hold on.”

Whumpee’s vision started to darken around the corners, their hands going cold and prickly.

“Whumpee? Come on. Stay awake.”

…

“Whumpee!”

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[emmettland]

Nahl AU | Origin Post

The Nahl AU was created in 2022, and was inspired by me doodling an idea for a mouth gag. This was the initial concept art.

Since then, this AU has mostly stayed the same, except that most of the Nahls now have their legs amputated to deter them from escaping. This AU takes place in industrial America, sometime during the 50s. Nahls were discovered to be an immortal species whose saliva can extend the lifespan of humans when ingested. Though the first generation of Nahls looked like humans, each generation to follow became less human and more monstrous. By the tenth generation, Nahl breeding was outlawed, and the once dignified Nahl Homes have been replaced with Nahl Farms.

I actually have the original taglist for this AU, thanks to @the-crystal-w1tch! Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed. Thank you!

(Nahl AU) Taglist:

@skittles-the-whumpee @cryptidwritings @oddsconvert

@canislycaon24 @sparrowsage @whump-queen

@emcscared-whumps @wolfeyedwitch @interdimensional-chaos

@pikanyachu @sukoshimikan @expressionless-fr

@carosbee Nahl AU Nahl AU (art) Nahl AU (writing) (It will take me some time to add reposts to the tags.)

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

whumpee is cursed, so every night, they turn into a nonhuman creature, a beast, and can only transform back to their human self once the sun rises. one night, they finally are caught by the villagers who have been trying to hunt them down for weeks (because while in their monstrous form, whumpee has to hunt, and therefore a lot of the villagers’ livestocks were killed and eaten; it’s something whumpee has no control of). whumpee is wounded and bleeding from the villagers’ pitchforks and whatnot. but as a last effort to save their own life, they’re somehow able to break free from the cage and run away.

but whumpee needs a shelter to hide. they don’t know where they are, but their legs give out when they reach caretaker’s house; caretaker, one of the very few people in the village who refuse to join in on their community’s witch hunt against whumpee, because violence — no matter who it’s against — isn’t something caretaker stands for.

caretaker hears noises outside their house, and is shocked to see whumpee, still as a four legged beast, pass out on their front porch. and caretaker knows the two options available for them are (a.) call the rest of the villagers to let them know the beast is here, and (b.) do the opposite and save the beast from the villagers.

the right thing for caretaker to do is option A, caretaker knows that, but, looking at the beast lying unconscious on the muddy ground in front of their feet, bleeding and injured, caretaker doesn’t have it in their heart to send whumpee to their death.

so caretaker drags whumpee inside their house so they can help nurse them back to health, having no idea that whumpee — the beast — is in fact the human they’ve been harboring romantic feelings for for a while.

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

스위트홈 시즌2 - Sweet Home Season 2 - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpees: [Pictured: (Cha Hyun Soo) played by (Song Kang)] and 박찬영 (Park Chan Young) played by 정진영 (Jung Jin Young)

Synopsis: Residents of Green Home Apartments, including Cha Hyun Soo, fight against monsters to leave their base and venture out into the world. At a baseball stadium, survivors from all over begin to live together. They are threatened by the monsters outside and also by the monstrous desires of the people among them. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror, Light Horror, Captive, Restraint, Emeto (also TW), Shot, Thriller, Action, Little to No Romance, Constant Whump, On the Run, Field Medicine, Poisoned/Drugged Whumpees, Beaten

Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

차현수 (Cha Hyun Soo)

2.01 : asleep, woke up, scared, fought, in a car chase, impaled ::: in a car wreck, bloody, bones broken/unbreaking, crying, emotional, screaming ::: shot at, shot, collapsed, passed out

2.02 : captive, rolled into a facility in a cage, chained up (collar, cuffs and ankles) ::: fought, shaking, bitten, shaking crying ::: angry

2.03 : fought, impaled multiple times, turned to stone (?)

2.04-2.06 : none / no appearance

2.07 : saving someone, at gunpoint ::: ran into a fire to save someone

2.08 : fought, crying

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박찬영 (Park Chan Young)

2.01 : none

2.02 : at gunpoint ::: attacked, protecting someone, body squeezed, saved ::: attacked

2.03 : none

2.04 : panicked, concerned for someone

2.05 : bloody face

2.06 : kicked in the groin, fell to his knees, groaning ::: concerned for someone, fell into a trap, saved ::: hurt ankle, field medicine ::: captive, restrained (rope) ::: cornered, poisoned, passed out

2.07 : unconscious, foam coming from his mouth, concern for him ::: barely conscious, gagging, antidote shoved into his mouth, gagging

2.08 : panicked, concerned for someone

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}

Season 1 List >>> {LINK}

[nat-1-whump]

🪄 Effects of using magic

Fantasy whump ideas no. 1

(I may or may not have been partially inspired by various D&D classes in making this...)

Exhaustion. Using magic is incredibly tiring. Even as their body is still flooded with adrenaline from fighting for their life, Whumpee is exhausted and collapses at the first chance they get. If they're traveling with others, do they try to wake Whumpee up, or let them sleep? Maybe a party member wraps a blanket around them, praying they wake up soon. Or maybe they wake up on the ground hours later, forgotten.

Loss of memory, personality, or even their own sanity. As Whumpee uses more and more of their power, they begin to lose themself. They forget their closest friends, breaking Caretaker's heart when they learn that Whumpee doesn't remember them. Eventually they can't even remember their own name, or why they turned to magic in the first place. They no longer know who or what they're fighting for. And this makes them miserable, knowing that they chose to give themselves up to magic, but not knowing the reason why.

Injury (TW for brief mentions of blood, bruises, and broken bones). Magic takes a toll on the body, and Whumpee has to consider how much they're willing to give. They feel sick, like their organs are melting into slush. Maybe bruises appear across their skin, or blood leaks from their eyes, their mouth, their fingertips, staining their arcane focus red. With stronger magic, Whumpee feels their bones begin to crack. The rest of the party begs them to stop doing this to themself, as Caretaker gently bandages their latest wounds. Or maybe their party doesn't care, using Whumpee as a weapon that can simply be tossed aside when it breaks.

Evil warlock pact. This can work with any of the above, but basically, there is some other entity granting Whumpee their power at a cost. Maybe what it gives in magic, it takes in life force. It could be a malevolent deity that has its own motives for granting Whumpee power, and maybe it's not being completely honest as to what those motives are.

Reputation/social standing. For whatever reason, magic is extremely taboo. Nobody understands why Whumpee uses it, assuming that they're dangerous, monstrous, and greedy for power. Maybe Whumpee didn't even choose to be magical, they just naturally are. Yet, they hate themselves for it, wanting nothing more but to wash the magic from their veins. There's no safe place for them. They're always on the run, pushing away those who care about them for fear of being found out.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Blood Runs Cold #1: You’re All Mine

masterlist | next

content: death, gore, dead bodies, blood drinking, cannibalism, cold whump, claustrophobia, nonsexual nudity, begging, manhandling, invasion of privacy, drugging, defiant immortal whumpee, creepy possessive vampire whumper

NEW SERIES!! very excited about this :D i explained a bit about it here if you wanna read that, but you don’t have to!

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It was just another normal night at the morgue for Silas. There must’ve been an accident earlier, leaving two humans dead and transported straight to his doorstep, lifeless and completely at his mercy.

Two humans. One male, one female, both seemingly in their early 20s with no obvious signs of death. Their clothes and possessions were tossed to the side, discarded and unneeded. Silas began his work, filling the air with the sounds of pens on clipboards and scalpels on skin. His work was meticulous, practiced, quick. The causes of death was something he had never cared to ponder over; just an observation, just another thing to write down in the reports.

No, there was something else about this work that captivated Silas, something that was only reinforced by these two humans. The work was morbid, dark, disturbing. He wasn’t in it for the money, or for some strange fascination he had with the human body, no. He was in it for the blood, and these humans would provide him with more than enough.

Two perfect humans. They had been delivered by the hospital, but there was nobody here to claim them, to name them. These bodies were without a family, without anyone to identify them, or plan a burial for them. These bodies had been abandoned by their own kind. And that’d only meant they were free for the taking.

Two corpses: flesh, guts, bones and all. Nobody would come looking for these poor souls. They were all for him.

Just like every time he had finished the proper paperwork and preparations, Silas dug into his new meal. In ravaging hunger, the vampire teared through the flesh of the corpses, savoring every moment. His glowing red eyes turned to slits, wild and monstrous as he fed, losing every sense of humanity he had left. Nothing about this was clean, tidy, proper. Silas was a vampire– a monster– and he would feast like one.

As he sucked both of the corpses dry of their sweet blood, he couldn’t help but savor the shorter one’s taste. It was delicious. It was divine. He couldn’t imagine what it would've tasted like when they were alive. But it was too late now, he supposed.

Silas picked up the smaller human’s body, brushing his hand over the other’s cold, unmoving face. The thing’s eyes were wide and lifeless, but full of color in this dull place. Silas stared for a moment, noticing something unique about this human; that one eye was green, the other blue. What fascinating, yet helpless creatures, they never ceased to surprise him. He laid the bloody body in one of the mortuary freezers, gently shutting their eyelids closed, and did the same with the other.

Silas licked his lips, relishing the last of his free meal. Sure, the blood of all the corpses that came here was always stale, old, dead. But it was far safer than hunting for humans in town and risking getting killed by the vampire hunters that lurked in the shadows. Of course, Silas couldn’t always hold back his yearn for fresh blood or the thrill of the hunt, but the corpses here held him off and kept him safe.

Silas, well fed for the night, went to sleep as the sun rose over his graveyard.

. . .

Aspen woke to dead silence. And cold. His limbs felt frozen, numb, hard to even move from their position. He was so cold that he felt like it was a miracle he was even alive.

The next thing Aspen noticed was that he was laying flat on a hard surface, which was also ice cold to the touch. He blinked his eyes, but found nothing but complete darkness all around him. Trying to sit up, Aspen bumped his head on a surface only inches above him.

Aspen’s heart started racing. He felt around with his arms, and realized his entire body was completely enclosed, metal walls surrounding every side of him. He was trapped.

“H-hey!” Aspen called out, his voice feeling strained with disuse, but loud and echoey in the quiet air. “Help! L-Let me out! Is anybody there? Hello?” Aspen’s pleads were met with nothing but an eerie silence.

Tears pricked in Aspen’s eyes when he realized nobody was coming to help. His chest heaved rapidly, breath hitching in his throat. He needed to get out of here. Aspen panicky kicked and scratched against his cold prison, but nothing budged. His heartbeat quickened when he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

He was covered in nothing but a thin white sheet that was draped over his head and ran all the way down to his ankles. It did nothing to drown out the chill, so all he had left was to weep in despair. “Let me out! Anybody! Lyle! Please!” Aspen continued to kick and struggle, but it was no use.

Nobody answered his calls. Nobody answered his pleads for help. Aspen was all alone.

. . .

Silas woke to blood-curdling screaming. And living in a morgue that was always filled with lifeless, decaying corpses, this was a bad sign. Silas made sure nothing ever made any noises in this place because he preferred the dead silence. Nobody else was even supposed to be here.

Silas slowly climbed out of his coffin, covering his ears from that annoying, incessant screaming. He pointed his nose upward and sniffed through the air. Human.

Well, whatever poor soul that had happened to wander into this place after hours was fair game to him. It was the vampire’s dinner, now. Silas licked his lips and began making his way down the stairs.

Once he reached the main floor, Silas could hear the human’s rapid heart, beating through his ears. He could practically smell their fear, but they were nowhere to be seen. Surveying his surroundings, Silas realized the banging and scratching was coming from one of the freezer cabinets, the ones that stored corpses.

But whatever was in there was alive.

Well, that wasn’t right. The two humans from last night were long dead, and Silas had made sure to bleed them both dry. There was no possible way for another human to get in here without alerting him, especially since those freezers were locked shut.

Silas walked through the room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The vampire couldn’t help but smile; the soft whimpering and cries for help sounded like music to his ears, he almost wanted to leave the human locked in there for a little while longer. It wasn’t often he had live prey.

Silas plucked his keys from the wall, and walked lazily to the freezers. The human’s helpless little noises came to a stop, as if whoever was in there noticed there was someone else in the room and was waiting patiently to be let out. Now standing right outside his little accidental captive, Silas recognised their scent as a corpse from the night prior.

Silas was a few hundred years old. He’d seen the undead– he was the undead– something like this wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities. But he’d usually be able to tell if someone was a supernatural creature like him. They looked human, smelled human, tasted human, but may have just cheated death itself. Something strange was happening here, and Silas was thrilled to get to the bottom of it.

He clicked the key in place, unlocking the freezer and hearing the human’s heartbeat speed up in anticipation. Silas quickly pulled out the drawer with a whoosh, the sudden motion causing the human to shriek in surprise, falling out of the shelf and landing roughly on the floor.

Silas tilted his head, intrigued. This was the human from last night, without a doubt. But their body was completely intact, to the looks of it. Their heart was still pumping, blood flowing through their body and eyes filled with more life than Silas had ever seen. His little snack really had come back from the dead.

“Agh! H-hey…” The human stammered, holding the white sheet tightly over their body. They looked around the room with a wary expression, eyes wide and alert. Using the wall for support, they stumbled up on shaking legs and slowly started backing away from Silas. “Wh-what’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?” The human asked in their soft, shaky voice.

Silas ignored their questions and started slowly creeping towards them. The human’s breath hitched and they scurried away in fear, sheet dragging behind them. Despite it being mid-day, the room was completely dark; windows covered in thick curtains to keep out the sunlight, but Silas could see everything just fine. The human ran blindly through the room until seemingly tripping over their own feet.

Silas smiled as his captive gasped in pain, landing roughly on the cold floor. He flicked on the light, and watched their wandering eyes land on a small piece of paper attached to their foot. They ripped it off, looking it over in their hands confusingly. It was a tag. Silas could almost see the gears turning in the poor thing’s little head as their eyes went wide in horrified realization.

Once the human had noticed Silas stalking towards them, it was too late; they were already cornered. They pulled the sheet tighter over their body and curled up in a trembling ball.

Silas loomed over his prey, taking in their shivering form, and they looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. “What’s a little thing like you doing in a place like this?” Silas teased, face filled with mock sympathy, already knowing the answer.

The human cowered under the vampire’s predatory gaze. “I– I don’t… I just woke up in there…” They whispered. “What’s going on? Wh-Where are my clothes? It’s– It’s freezing in here.”

Silas smiled and crouched down in front of them, making his prey squirm under his stare. “Aww, you don’t remember? I ripped you to shreds last night.” Silas hummed, smiling menacingly. “I tore your body inside out. You should not be alive right now.”

“What–”

Faster than the human could comprehend, Silas ripped the sheet away, needing to get a look at their body. To his surprise, they were completely healed. No wounds, dried blood, or scar in sight. It was as if they had never been dead in the first place.

“Hey!” The human exclaimed, horrified, and yanked that flimsy thing back– as if that would keep them safe. “What the fuck?!”

Silas smirked. “Feisty one, aren't you?”

“What– just stop! Tell me what’s going on!” The human looked around the room in a panic, seemingly searching for something– or someone. “And where’s– where’s Lyle?”

“Who?”

“My friend.” They seethed, but their anger couldn’t hide their fear. “S-Something happened. I don’t… Just– tell me why I’m here! I wanna go home. Tell me what’s happening!”

The human let out a gasp as they felt a sudden sharp sting on their cheek. Silas had slapped them. “Shut up.”

The human brought their hand to their cheek, fresh tears forming in their eyes. “B-But–”

Silas wrenched his fist in the other’s hair, yanking their head back. “You want me to tell you what happened? You died, human,” The vampire hissed. “You’re in a morgue. You were brought here yesterday by the hospital. Nobody identified you, nobody claimed your body, nobody came to pay respects. So I drained your blood like I do to every corpse.”

Silas smiled and poked his captive in the stomach playfully. “As well as take a bit more than what I normally do. It was the most delicious blood I've ever tasted, and it smells even better now that you’re alive. I can’t imagine what it tastes like now.”

“Wait, y-you… You’re a–”

“Yes. I’m a vampire. Took you long enough.” Silas grinned, showing his fangs. “And you wanna know what? I can hear your little heart racing, human. I know how terrified you are of me right now, and that fear is intoxicating.”

“You– You’re lying. This isn’t real, I didn’t die. Just leave m-me alone.”

“Oh, human, but that’s where you’re wrong.” Silas said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “This is as real as it can be. You came back from the dead, and I am going to savor every moment of draining the life back out of you.”

Silas crawled closer, gaze turning predatory and deadly. Despite being locked in a cold freezer all day and night, the little thing’s heart was still pumping warm blood through their veins. All for him. Silas couldn’t wait to get another taste.

His prey scrambled backwards, wincing as they backed themself against the wall. “St-Stay away from me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands, little one. I can do whatever I want with you. You’re all mine.” Then, the vampire pounced, eyes wild and animalistic. Silas dug his nails into the human’s back, holding them close and making them scream in agony. With his other hand, he gripped onto their hair and wretched their pale neck to the side.

Being this close to a live human, it was hard to resist the warmth that radiated off of them. Silas’ usual prey was cold, dead corpses, and he’d never had enough time to relish in the warmth of the human body while hunting outside. But this? This was a real treat. And hearing the little thing’s heart flutter in terror was always the best part of the hunt.

His human struggled against Silas’ grip, kicking and scratching in a futile attempt to get away. That only made this feast more thrilling. Silas clamped his fangs into their neck, tearing into their flesh as if they were nothing but a piece of meat made to be eaten.

His prey screamed in excruciating pain, pushing their weak arms against Silas’ body, fighting with everything they had. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t even close to enough. Silas yanked his hand from their back, licking the blood from his fingers and using that hand to muffle the human’s screams.

Silas bit down again, sucking more blood from the human’s veins. They were sobbing into his hand, salty tears running down their chin. This only made Silas squeeze harder, his nails breaking their skin and drawing more blood.

He couldn’t take it anymore, it was time to dig in. Silas pushed the human flat on their back and crawled over them. He clawed into their chest cavity with superhuman strength, tearing through flesh and muscle and bones until he got to the heart. Silas paid no mind to the human’s sputtering breath as he reached into the viscera and pulled out their beating heart. He slowly squeezed the life out of it, watching the light fade from the human’s wide eyes, and took a bite.

After a while, Silas stood, panting, and wiped the blood from his face with his equally bloody sleeve. He laughed softly to himself, it had been a long time since he’d experienced a feeding that exhilarating. He needed more.

Silas left the corpse slumped against the wall as he fetched the little thing’s belongings, the sound of blood splashing under his boots echoing through the room. Only a couple things arrived with them the day prior; their phone, wallet, glasses, and of course the clothes on their back. Silas grabbed their phone and walked back to the corpse. He held their head up with their hair, and unlocked their phone using face ID. Silas smiled; he was in. This human was making this so easy for him.

Silas had usually never cared about the bodies that were transported here, and the lives that they had lived. They were nothing but food to him. But this was a special case. Silas wanted to learn as much information about this human as possible, and what better way to start than their name?

Aspen. Aspen Marlow. Cute.

Looking through Aspen’s phone, Silas found no new messages or calls, nobody checking in to see if they were okay despite being gone for well over two days now. In fact, the poor thing only seemed to have one close friend; a girl named Lyle Berkley. Neither of their names supposedly reflected the names on their legal documents, but that didn’t matter. Looking through Aspen’s photos, Silas found that the two of them did everything together.

They were inseparable, even up until their mysterious deaths, the two of them never left each other’s sides. It was obvious now that Lyle had been the other body transported here with Aspen. But unlike Aspen, she had never woken up.

Silas sauntered over to Lyle’s body, but before he even arrived, he could tell just from the smell that she was still dead. Ah, no matter. Silas only needed the one human anyway. He locked the taller corpse away in a freezer and went back to the main attraction.

Silas sat and observed Aspen’s corpse for hours, watching in morbid curiosity as their body began to heal itself. The blood eventually dried over his wounds, and the flesh mended itself back together. It took all day, but when all the scars but one faded, the human looked good as new.

Aspen was still dead, though. Silas picked up the body and moved it away from the puddle of blood. He retrieved their clothes— a green dinosaur hoodie and baggy blue jeans— and put them on Aspen.

Then, Silas continued scrolling through their phone, waiting for his little human to wake up.

. . .

After only a few more hours, the human began to stir. Silas dropped everything he was doing and kneeled beside Aspen, staring at the boy intently. His heart had started beating, slowly and faintly at first, hardly noticeable. But now, the little thing’s heart was racing.

Aspen turned over in his sleep, groaning in pain and mumbling to himself. Silas scoffed and roughly shook the human awake, watching him blink up at him with those weird eyes of his.

Aspen immediately flinched back, eyes going wide in the terror Silas loved. “Y-You! Get away from me!”

Silas only inched closer, the maniacal look on his face filling Aspen with dread. The vampire was giddy with excitement. “You’re awake. You’re alive!”

“Y-yeah, I am! So- so just leave me alone! Please! I don’t know what you want from me!” Aspen had barely been awake for a minute and he already wished he could disappear. His head ached, his memories felt foggy and far away. Thinking back, all he could recall was pain and agony. And…

Death. He had died.

Aspen blinked. His death hurt to think about, so he didn’t. He’d also rather ignore the vampire’s ecstatic expression and blood red eyes piercing into him.

Looking past the vampire, Aspen realized he was still in the same room, just stuffed in a different corner. He was thankful to have his clothes back, though. Aspen pulled his hoodie strings tight, relishing in the small comfort it gave him. Though, nothing could beat the cold.

“Aspen,” Silas hummed. “You’re not going to just ignore me and expect to get away with it.”

“Huh?” Aspen mumbled into his hoodie. “How do you even know my name?”

The vampire chuckled deeply. “I know everything about you, Aspen.”

Aspen looked up. “What? H-How?”

Silas smiled mischievously and pulled out Aspen’s phone from his pocket. “I’ve seen what you post on social media, human. And I have your wallet.” Silas’ smile widened as Aspen’s face warped in horror. “Aspen Marlow. Age twenty, born and raised here in Toronto Canada. You were born July 25–”

“Hey!” Aspen exclaimed with a shaky voice, sitting up. “That’s private! Give it back! It’s mine!” Silas stood, towering over him.

“--And you died yesterday, October first. You’re supposed to be dead, Aspen,” The vampire said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Dead people don’t have possessions.”

“Please just give it–” Aspen tried to grab his phone, and Silas swiped his hand away, lazily walking around behind him. Aspen turned, glaring at the vampire in a fiery anger. Silas looked the human up and down in consideration. “Still have some spark left in you, do you now?”

“I– Just give me back my stuff!”

Silas tapped Aspen’s phone with his nails, and continued talking in his smooth tone. “Your entire life’s in this thing, huh? Seems so. I know all about you now. All your darkest secrets, all your deepest desires. Your hobbies, your dreams, what you love, what you hate.” Silas smirked wickedly. “Your nightmares, your weaknesses, your fears…”

Aspen’s voice wobbled. “Hey–”

“You wanna know what else I know, Aspen? You’re a nobody. A complete fucking nobody. Nobody’s looking for you. Nobody cares that you’re dead. I’m surprised you managed to have such a close friendship with, ah, who was it? Lyle? I feel bad for her for–”

“Stop!” Aspen shouted, attempting to push Silas to the ground. The vampire didn’t even budge.

Silas blinked. “Wow. Okay. Here you go.” Silas held out the human’s phone in his hand lazily. As Aspen reached out for it, the vampire swiftly snapped the thing in half before Aspen could grab it, dropping the pieces to the ground.

“Hey!” Aspen cried. Silas smirked as the human dropped to his knees, picking up the remains of his phone. “No! Why did you do that?!” The human babbled incomprehensible nonsense about his friend, looking up at Silas with tears in his eyes as the vampire circled him. It was pathetic.

Silas sighed and knelt down, cupping the human’s face in his hands. “Calm down. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“What– what happened to Lyle? Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” Silas cooed, patting Aspen’s cheek. “I have no idea who you’re talking about. Don’t worry about her.”

“Just let me go. What do you even w-want with me?”

Silas grinned. “Don’t you see, Aspen? I finally have a solution to all of my problems. You can’t die! No matter how much blood I take, you’ll just keep coming back and giving me more.”

Aspen’s face fell in despair. “N-No. You can’t.”

“I won’t have to drink the disgusting blood from the corpses anymore, or hunt and risk being killed by those incessant hunters. I have an infinite source of the most fresh, tastiest blood I’ve ever had right in the palm of my hands. Nobody will be coming to look for you because you’re dead, Aspen. I will never let you go.”

“No, p-please,” Aspen cried. “You can’t do this. I wanna go home.”

“Shhh,” Silas cooed. “You’re mine. This is your home now.” Silas chuckled deeply, voice getting darker. “And you’ll learn to like it here.”

Silas grabbed the human’s wrist and yanked him forward. Aspen whimpered, feeling a deep sense of dread in his stomach. Silas considered him a moment, and gently sunk his teeth into his veins. But this feeding felt different to Aspen. His neck started to feel numb where he had been bitten, and that feeling slowly spread to the rest of his body. After a moment, Aspen slumped forward against Silas’ body, mumbling broken pleas under his breath.

“Wh… what’s happening to me?” Aspen whimpered, eyelids drooping. He pushed weakly against the vampire, but he was far too cold and sleepy to fight back.

“Don’t struggle, Aspen. Let me enjoy this.”

“P-please…”

“You like it, don’t you? I told you you would. Just relax, Aspen. Let the venom do its work.”

Aspen struggled to keep his eyes open, blinking rapidly through tears. He shivered against the vampire’s cold body. Then, the poor thing finally succumbed to the venom, all the fight left in him completely drained. His head slowly lolled to the side as he lost consciousness. Silas continued drinking, basking in his sweet blood, until he felt Aspen’s little heart beating no more.

Silas smiled, licked the wound closed, and ruffled the corpse’s hair. He had almost never used venom on his prey, but playing with his food was all part of the fun.

Silas hauled Aspen over his shoulder and walked across the room. He wrenched the door to the basement open, and shoved the corpse inside. The thing toppled down the stairs like a stack of bricks, blood painting its path. The corpse landed on the concrete floor, pale and lifeless.

The vampire shut the door. The sound of a lock clicking shut echoed through the room, and Silas once again trapped Aspen somewhere cold and dark, all alone.

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hope everyone likes the first chapter!! i have sooo much planned for this series so stay tuned :) i don’t mind being sent requests about what you wanna see with these characters either!

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[themonstrousmenagerie]

Our first creature will soon enter the arena! Take your seats, get your snacks and enjoy how the mer from the cold waters performs for your enjoyment

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompts 90: Forced Transformation Aesthetic

Feel free to reblog and add on :)

A hideous stranger greeting whumpee in the mirror for the first time

Whumpee cowering and hiding in fear, locking themself in their room

Other people expressing concern for them…concern that then changes into fear

The horror of a strange new body that doesn’t seem to belong to whumpee

The devastating realization that whumpee’s new appearance makes others afraid, even terrified

Testing out wings, claws, teeth, all in a daze

ACCIDENTALLY HURTING THEMSELF SOMEHOW because they don’t know how to control their new body

Power, the feeling of power where they never had any before

Nightmares about being a monster…that turn out to be real

Shredded clothes, sheets, curtains

Broken and destroyed things in whumpee’s room

One intact item that holds meaning for whumpee even in their transformed state

The realization that they’re now impervious to things that used to endanger them when they were human

The physical and mental agony of changing back and forth from human to monster form

Horrible nights where whumpee’s alone and monstrous, unable to sleep and unable to have company

ACCIDENTALLY HURTING SOMEONE THEY LOVE

Feelings of guilt, self-loathing, fear, triumph, revenge—all mixed together

Waking up in human form with missing memories, naked and alone

Or, waking up covered in blood and not knowing what they did

Not being able to control if/when/where they transform

Locking themselves away from everyone and the world so nothing bad happens

The horrible knowledge that they’ve been cursed shadowing their entire existence

[whumpshaped]

deer anon asked:

It's me, ya bitch, back at it again with more horrible whump ideas. Very please that so far, you have entertained my shenanigans, because thus far, my cat has been the only one to sit through my horrendous ideas, and she is indeed, quite poor company.

Characters infected with something, characters who know they're going to lose their mind or change into something vile and violent, characters who know that they need to leave their team behind now before they try to kill them and before their team has no choice but to destroy them. Characters who can't leave their team (or family, lovers, friends...) for various reasons. Characters spitting out their lungs over the floor while staring at those they love, begging them to just kill them before it's too late.

And those who love them realizing that their only choice is to shoot their best friend.

Everybody hurts, nobody wins, the world sucks, and I really need to start posting all my ideas on my own blog but BOY do I love seeing what you manage to do with em 😅

Follow up to my 'slowly becoming a monster' ask because it popped into mind just as I hit send:

Whumpee's/infected char's loved ones choosing to instead cage/restrain them until they can find a way to save them.

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tw body horror, nonhuman whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, bad caretaker, guns, infection whump, forced to hurt

"Please!" Whumpee screamed, voice so scratchy and distorted that if Caretaker hadn't been looking straight at them, they would've never guessed it was their friend speaking. They could hardly believe it, even like this. "I don't know how long... I can keep this thing at bay... It wants to– It wants to kill– It wants to kill you–"

"You'd never hurt me," Caretaker said tearily. "I know you wouldn't."

"But it would. Caretaker, this isn't... this isn't me." Whumpee shivered, then coughed, and Caretaker couldn't even look at the fresh blood splatter on the floor. "Please. Please, let me go out as... somewhat myself. Before I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you," they pleaded between two sobs.

"I... I can't." They couldn't even raise the gun. Couldn't even take aim. It was too much. "I can't kill you. I can't. We can still find a way to reverse this–"

Whumpee lunged before they could react. They tore the gun out of their hand and shoved the barrel into their own mouth, ready to end it all– but their attempt was interrupted by a violent coughing fit that made them drop the weapon. Caretaker snatched it up immediately and took several steps back, their heart hammering in their chest as they realised just how close they'd come to losing Whumpee.

"Just fucking do it, goddammit!" Whumpee yelled, but they sounded weaker than before. Their speech was becoming... garbled and difficult to understand, and the involuntary muscle spasms came quicker and quicker, one after the other until Whumpee was but a convulsing mess on the floor.

Caretaker wanted to help. They wanted to turn them onto their side and make sure they didn't choke, or whatever the protocol was in this situation, they couldn't even remember, what if they made it worse– But they never got the chance.

Whumpee's body changed within seconds. Their skin tore and their bones cracked as the infection forced them into a new shape, their limbs bending in unnatural ways and taking on an entirely new appearance. Their back split open with a sickening squelch, several tentacles sprouting from the wound like an octopus was trying to escape from inside.

Caretaker screamed and tried to run off, but something wrapped around their ankle and made them trip. The thing yanked them back effortlessly, and they soon found themself trapped under Whumpee's new, monstrous body, with rows of sharp teeth uncomfortably close to their throat.

"Stop!" they shrieked, but the creature — their friend — showed no signs of understanding them. "Whumpee, stop it! Please! Stop!"

Drops of saliva landed on their cheeks as the thing gnashed its teeth and prepared to tear their throat out, and Caretaker acted on instinct. The sound of the gun going off was unbearably loud, rivalled only by the pained cry of the monster. It was an utterly inhumane sound that grated on Caretaker's ears, and they wasted no time getting away from it. They didn't turn to look where the bullet had hit it.

They opened the door and slammed it shut as soon as they were outside, but Whumpee, or what had remained of them, crashed into it within the next second. Its arm broke through the wood and managed to scratch Caretaker, making them yelp and give up on the idea that locking the stupid thing would do anything.

They had to run. They had to run fast.

They weren't even at the stairs when the thing got out, and the way it moved sounded like the biggest spider was chasing them down. They jumped over several steps while blindly shooting backwards, only guessing that some of the bullets had hit from the way the monster shrieked.

"I'm sorry!" they cried. "Whumpee, please! Leave me alone! I'm sorry!"

The creature was faster than them, and in a last ditch effort, Caretaker spun around and tried to aim for its head. They should've honoured Whumpee's wish. They should've done this while their friend was still human. They were the worst fucking friend.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

It collapsed in a heap not too far from Caretaker, too many limbs twitching with entirely too much life for something that had been shot this many times. It was still growling and groaning, and... Caretaker suddenly had an outlandish idea.

If it wasn't dying... If it was just incapacitated... If it could be dragged around safely... The basement door was solid metal... There was some rope in the garage...

They looked at the monster's gruesome face and thought of Whumpee's soft features. What if they could still undo this? What if they could bring them back? What if Whumpee's consciousness was still in there, trapped and waiting to be freed?

"I'll help," Caretaker choked out. "I'll help you. I'll make this right. I'll– I'll get you back. I swear."

[always-any-art]

demonic Whumpee

based on my own oc Noah, a demon of sloth, who is beat up sososso much all the time forever <3 you can get creative with demon characters! My favorite part of his lore is that he is burned by any and all holy symbols, which makes way for some fun stuff such as...

-forcing a cross in whumpees mouth, eating coal style

-on that note, sneaking holy water into their food, weakening/burning their throat (perhaps permanently altering speech? Who knows...)

-manhandling them into a church/luring them to one, instantly weakening any chances of escape

-Using horns to grapple whumpee (also goes for tails, wings, any extra limbs

-if your character has a more monstrous demonic form, forcing them into that for defense reasons

-Praying over a demon's wounds, making every single scratch *sear* with holy fire, bonus if it was someone who cared about them, not knowing the effect it would have

i just think you can get fun with that, sometimes it feels a lot like a kryptonite instant K.O. but thats always fun to have