#whump blog

[whumping-valentine]

Content: Ocean Whump, Bloodloss, Shipwreck aftermath

       The air was warm and the winds blew cold against the skin, carrying with it specks of sand and the smell of the salty seaside. Whumpee laid dazed on the shore, squishy wet sand seeping through their squeezing fingertips. The waves crashed against them, lapping them over and over, until they finally woke up, grains of sand uncomfortably covering their whole body. In their hair, clothes, and even eyes as they attempted to wipe them out.

       They painfully blinked their eyes open, sand and salt not doing them any favors. The skies were dark and cloudy with not a speck of light shining through them. The grey heavens rumbled with thunder, soon to storm. Though that didn’t make much sense. It already did rain, the sailor thought as memories returned. They were shipwrecked in a sudden seastorm, a bit too sudden if you ask them. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The only thing that did is the now; they were alive.

       They took a breath, and with shaking arms they pushed themself to their stumbling feet, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Their head was pounding, keeping it low, their eyes squeezed shut as they held their hand to their forehead, limping across the beach in bare feet. They could feel raindrops begin to hit against them, so they opened their eyes and lifted their head. They jumped back in surprise, letting out a yelp. Directly in front of them stood a tall figure, wearing a cloak, face covered, pale knuckles clutching onto the wooden pole of a lantern they carried.

      The sailor furrowed their brow and blanked, wondering if it were some kind of hallucination. “Wha- who- who are yo—?”

       “You’re bleeding.” The figure said, cutting them off. Despite the lapping waves and falling rain, their voice sounded loud and isolated.

       “Wha- what? N-no I’m n—” The sailor refuted, but the figure used the stick end of the pole to pull back their black coat, revealing a large gash across their stomach.

       “There’s also a trail of blood behind you.” They said, and the sailor turned their head to look at the bloodsoaked shore, then back at the figure,  “You’re going to bleed out.”

Whumpee simply fell to their knees, too shocked at the sight of blood to process it. They fainted, and when they awoke a second time, they were laying on a firm, springy mattress, their wounds bandaged and soaked with blood. They moved, and winced at the pain in their abdomen, the shock wearing off as their body throbbed with various aches and pains.

"Careful now." The cloaked figure spoke, putting a hand to their chest as they pushed them back down, "Don't hurt yourself any further, you need to rest. You had a lot of nasty marks after that wreck. You're very lucky I was there."

"Where... where am I?"

"In my lighthouse. I'm the keeper here on these shores, and these shores have many stories to tell."

"All sailors, pirates, and lighthouse keepers have stories to tell. Such is the sea."

       “Mm, well I'm sure you have no stories like mine. Each storm here tells one. And they're much more than mere stories."

"How so?"

"The weather of this coast is caused by the merfolk. They rest in these waters, and can control the skies. They like to sink the ships of those who sail too deep into their turf. Like you."

       “Merfolk?” Whumpee scoffed, “Ah, great. My life is in the hands of a crazy lighthouse keeper.”

       “Lighthouse keeper, yes, but I’d think twice about calling me crazy.” They said as they proceeded to lay an old quilt overtop them. “For one, I ain’t crazy. For two, it’s as you said, your life is in my hands. I could leave you to bleed out on that shore if I really wanted to, it makes no difference to me. Though then again, I quite appreciate the company.”

       “Hmph. Well, thanks, I guess. No, just— thank you. I- I’m still a bit… dazed. That storm came out of nowhere.”

      “It’s as I said, sweet sailor. Merfolk don’t take too kindly to humans out here. They’re actually a kind of fairy, you know? Yeah. They ain't all what they appear to be. You can never be too careful out here. What’s your name, may I ask?”

       “Whumpee.” They whispered weakly, “What about you?”

       The lighthouse keeper pulled their mask down, and smiled, “Whumper.”

[whump-mania]

I love love love mind control Whumpers using their powers to mess with Whumpee’s head and make them see things that aren’t real

Like making them think they’re home safe and then stripping that away from them

Or bringing up trauma from their past

And when they get rescued they don’t believe it’s real and keep expecting to be dragged back into reality…..good shit

[project-xiii]

Military whumpee running on 2 hours of sleep with an upset stomach and a raging headache, stuck in the world's shakiest lmtv which has a fault so an alarm goes off periodically. Military whumpee who's neck and back hurts from the uncomfortable, long drive and their heavy Kevlar. Military whumpee who's stressed over life and would give anything to nap, but knows they won't be sleeping for at least another 24hrs.

Totally not based on real events by somebody who can hardly even see their screen because everything is shaking so bad.

[jakkon-and-rose-topic]

Cw: Swearing, Alcohol usage, mentions to torture, PTSD, implied Depression, and yeah... just don't read this if you're sensitive.

Uhhh... So... It's a little different. And Weird. And probably has a lot of flaws, but... enjoy?

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“You look nice!” Rose smiled at her brother-in-law. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in Blue before.”

“Hey, you look good too Petals.” Jakkon offered her his arm. “But I will admit, you look better in red!”

“Is that what you told Eveny when you had Rune?” Rose took his arm with a sly smirk. Jakkon froze and looked down at his sister-in-law, face turning bright red in embarrassment. “Oh, you are so easy to make fun of!”

“Hey!” Jakkon shook his head, trying to clear the heat from his face. “You… I… Hey!” 

“Take it as revenge for what you said about the red dress.”

“What- All I did was compare the color. It was meant to be a compliment!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment when I’m dead.”

Jakkon gaped at her in fake offense. “Rude! Any man who tries to dance with you has my condolences for dealing with that flame of a tongue you’ve got!”

Rose smirked. “Well, I pity whoever asks you. The two-left-hooves I know couldn’t dance if his life depended on it.”

“What person in their right mind would ever ask me to dance?” Jakkon laughed, smoothing the hair out of his face.

“Hey, Horns? If my sister thought you were attractive enough to marry you, you’ve got to have something going for you.”

The Satyr and Fae both smiled.  “Do you want to go look at the food options?”

“Really? You want to?” 

“Sure! Why not?”

“Alright!” Rose glanced around at the other guests, noting that most of them had something, whether it be a drink or a small bit of food, and let her brother-in-law lead her through the crowds over to a series of tables. 

The two lightly teased one another for a bit, Rose taking a few small fruits, and Jakkon just keeping her company before they ventured back out into the crowds to strike up conversation with Morena and Finn.

Jakkon put his hands behind his back. “So, have either of you tried dancing yet?” 

“No. Um… Not yet.” Morena smiled sheepishly, the tips of her ears tinging pink as Finn looked at the ground.

“Come on! Have some fun! Live a little!” Rose elbowed Finn.

“Now you sound like Jak.” The harpy glanced up and met Jakkon’s eyes. The Satyr broke into a smirk and Finn managed a smile.

“Go on! Have fun you two! Don’t just stand here!” Jakkon smiled at Morena and threw his arms around her. 

Morena smiled softly as Jakkon stepped behind Morena and leaned forward. “Sorry.” Then he pushed her toward Finn. Both jumped, and Finn caught Morena, their faces turning bright pink.

“I… uh… sorry!”

“No, no, you’re alright!”

“Same to you I just…”

Both of the harpies froze, looking at one another before Finn offered Morena his hand. “Well… um… Would you like to dance?”

Morena smiled and took it. “Yes. I would. Very much.”

Rose held up a fist, and Jakkon bumped it with a smirk. “Mission accomplished.”

After a few minutes of silent celebration, Rose and Jakkon snuck through the crowds to watch the slow dance. The two harpies stumbled over their talons a few times, this particular dance not fit for them, but they came back holding hands and laughing. 

“So, have fun?” The Satyr smiled.

“Yes, no thanks to you!” Morena smiled at him and hugged him. “Thank you.”

“Just doing my civil duty ma’am.” Jakkon gave her a fake salute and Rose smirked.

But suddenly, a voice interrupted them. “Finn! It’s good to see you!” 

Rose eyed the newcomers but leaned against her brother-in-law. “Hey Horns, how many times do you think you’d fall over if you tried to dance?”

“Every step!” He laughed as someone in the crowd moved and he caught sight of a painfully familiar figure with the group talking to Finn. Pale skin, sharp ears, and cold piercing eyes. The smile on his face faded as his pupils constricted in terror, and he flinched back.

“Huh? Horns?” Rose reached out to him, but Jakkon pulled away from her as the figure turned, a long black braid rested against the golden buttons on his suit. 

Just as Jakkon was about to run, the cold, hissing voice called out cheerfully. “Jak! It’s good to see you here!” The Satyr flinched, shivering as he closed his eyes. But the elf ignored his obvious fear and grabbed his wrist, faking a handshake as he pulled him back. “Are you… enjoying yourself?”

Jakkon froze, his shoulders slumping as he looked down at the ground. “Yessir. It has been… very nice. Thank you for inviting us.”

“Glad to hear you’re grateful.” He smiled. “Now who’s this lovely creature?” He let go of Jakkon, turning to Rose as he took her hand and kissed it.

“DON’T-” Jakkon stopped himself, “touch her.”

“What was that?” Eynalis turned back to Jakkon, his eyes narrowing.

“I… I uh… N-nothing sir. Please don’t touch her... She’s my family. I wouldn’t want anyone getting any ideas!” He laughed nervously, pulling Rose away from the elf, who smiled, knowing he now had a good method of keeping Jakkon right where he wanted him.

“Who is this?” Rose tilted her head.

“Yes Jak, don’t be rude. Please, introduce us.” The Elf grinned.

“Um…” The Satyr shifted. “Rose… this is Eynalis. He… he’s my boss. And our host. He’s been like a father to me since I got this job. Eynalis, this is… my sister, Rose.”

“Ah! It’s good to meet you, m’lady!” Eynalis grinned, shifting the glass of wine in his hand.

Rose glanced at Jakkon and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Why are you so desperate to leave? He doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I- I… um… I don’t… never mind.” The Satyr avoided her eyes as Eynalis grabbed back onto his wrist.

“Yes! Why are you so eager to go somewhere Jak? Are you… afraid of being tied down?”

Jakkon gasped a shaking breath. “I… No sir…”

“Good!” Eynalis grinned. “You know Jak, emotions are so fleeting. Like the love of flowers in spring.”

Eynalis tightened his grip on the Satyr’s arm as he gasped a shaky breath. “I’m so glad you work for me. There are so many things you’re capable of in this fleeting world. There’s so much fun to be had at parties like these you know. Do you remember the last time we had a meeting?” Jakkon froze, horrified as he remembered the screams of Eveny and Rune. “Or what about when you met my friend? Such good times!” The Satyr flinched back, air not reaching his lungs at the mention of the serial killer and the memories of Eveny’s cold dead eyes and ashy flesh. He stumbled back as Eynalis’ magic seeped through his skin, flaring the pain and the memories as the Elf’s grip tightened, crushing Jakkon’s wrist.

He leaned forward. “You know she held out hope for you until the last moment. Your little boy might still be alive if you hadn’t refused? You’re my son. Do you want me to take that pain away? I could. Just give me a knife and a few minutes.” Eynalis straightened. “But Rose! I don’t know a lot about you dear! How do you know Finn and Jak?”

But the voices blurred together as Jakkon's hands flew to his face, thorny whips of icy fire slicing through every inch of his skin, weaving through his whole body like a sewing needle fastening him to blood and bones swallowing him whole. His hands reached out of the void for help only to grasp the blades of the knives which drew screams from his family's lips. 

… 

Rose pulled away from the strange Elf. “Thank you for your time Mr. Eynalis. You're very kind. But I think I ought to discuss a few things with my coworkers. I hope you understand.”

“Of course my dear! It was a nice talk! I hope to meet you again another day.” He kissed her hand, holding it a little too tight as Rose pulled back.

Eynalis waved and trotted off into the crowd, leaving Rose alone. She glanced around. “Hey, Horns-” But the Fae stopped as she turned, confused and startled to find that Jakkon wasn't beside her. “Horns?” She looked around frantically, eyes wide. The Fae whirled around and lunged for Finn, yanking him toward her.

“Hey? What?” The harpy raised an eyebrow.

Rose lowered her voice and hissed through her teeth. “Have you seen Jak?”

Finn froze and turned, looking around the room. “Wasn't he with you?”

“He was! But I… he's gone!”

“Shit. Uh… try looking around, ask for him. The servants might know!”

“What? Why would they know?” Rose's breaths came quicker as she began to panic. 

“They're your best bet, they're everywhere.” Finn shrugged. “Listen, Rose, I'm not a detective, alright? I may not like Jak, but I want him to be okay. You got this Rose.”

“Thank you, Finn.” 

“You're welcome. Tell me if there's any way I can help.” The harpy smiled encouragingly at her.

Rose shook her head and raced off, lifting her skirts just enough so she wouldn't trip on them as she asked any guests she ran into, but none had answers until she moved past the tables. Two servants leaned against the wall arguing in hushed tones, catching Rose's attention. 

“Why the hell did you let him take those?”

I didn't! He asked how many we had and what they were for, and then when I showed him, he took them from me. I mean, good riddance they're gone. But I'm a little concerned.”

“A little? Aeridine could kill a man!” Rose froze at the mention of the name. Aeradine, generally used as a painkiller or as a party drink for the more animalistic species like Aperrunai or Ferrakin.

“I've seen him before. He's one of us…” The second servant stared up at the ceiling as Rose stopped to listen. “Eynalis has him on a leash. He's terrified of boss. Rightfully so.” He shuddered. 

“Oh…” The first stopped. “Oh no, oh shit… we can't leave our post, but we have to help him. That's… oh no.”

“We need to get someone… but who will listen to us? Who won't tell boss?”

Rose perked up. “Hey! You two. Who are you talking about? I'm looking for someone!”

The Second servant paused before the first one elbowed him. “Um… Dark brown hair, almost black, long ponytail? Curly Horns, Dark red eyes… Oh shit… Was that Jakkon Erwhyn?”

“Yes!” Rose grinned. “If that’s who it was I need to find him!”

“How did we not recognize- uh, he went that way! Please help him! He didn't look good when we saw him!”

“Will Do! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Rise bolted off in the direction the servant had pointed until she found a large door. She took a step back, staring up at it in uncertainty. But a flash of blue caught her eye, and she turned, a ripped piece of blue fabric torn on the thorny branch of a tree. 

Rose steeled her resolve and shoved the doors open. But she froze in her tracks as her eyes landed on the familiar thin figure of Jakkon, slumped at the bottom of the steps, one of his arms wrapped around himself for warmth as he drained the remainder of the silver bottle.

“Hey! Horns! Horns, stop it! Are you okay?” Rose hurried down the stairs, then yelped in horror as she tripped on her skirt and fell. Jakkon whirled toward her, falling halfway and bracing himself with one hand on the steps.

“Ughh… Fuck.” But he shook his head and launched himself to his feet, catching Rose in a hug, wavering on his feet as she gasped. The fae just managed to gain her footing as she held onto her brother-in-law. 

“Hey, Horns, what the fuck is going on?” Rose looked up at him, wincing at the strange scent of alcohol, but stopped as Jakkon’s eyes glazed over in a dead expression. He murmured something about blood and crumpled to the ground, his supporting arm around Rose ending up taking her down with him.

Rose yelped in surprise as they landed in a tangled heap on the stone, Jakkon absorbing most of the impact as she scrambled back, shaking his shoulders. “Jak! Jakkon! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” But when he didn't respond, she balled her hand into a fist and punched his shoulder.

Again, she was rewarded with nothing. No sound, no movement, simply shallow raspy breaths. “Fuck. Finn!” Rose launched herself to her feet and ran back to the party. “Hey! You two! Find a Harpy named Finn for me, will you?”

“Yes ma'am! Is he alright?”

“No. That's why I need Finn. Tell him Rose sent you.”

“Yes ma'am, understood!” The second servant raced off as Rose returned to Jakkon to find him curled up, shivering lightly. She cleared worried tears from her face and picked him up by both arms, trying her best to drag him over to the railing so she could prop him up correctly. 

…

Jakkon sat up to find himself in a dark room, tangled in a thick white blanket. He pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead with a muffled groan of pain. But he just sat there for a moment, head in his hands, as his thoughts returned to him and he kicked the blanket to the side.

What’s the point? What’s the point of living a life like this if I live just to be tortured and reach sleep in the next few hours? Why do I care? Rose won’t forget me no matter what I do, so why do I keep trying to make her? They all love me. But why? I’m worthless. I live three hours in misery just to live the next five in agony. He flinched, reaching into the pocket of his overcoat and pulling out the glass shard he’d kept, staring at it. What’s the point of living if there’s no way to feel anything but hollow? Why should I care? I’ve only done damage by living. What do I care about? My family. I need to protect them. But how? By taking away the danger in their life. And that danger… He paused, looking down at the glass and his hands. Is me.

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It's done :]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly

[bebx]

Amore Kidnapped

— by Daniele Accossato

[bebs-art-gallery]

Amputation (1968)

— by Odd Nerdrum

[blackrosesandwhump]

Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.

Let's see how many reblogs this gets!

[whumper-whimsy]

The little high-pitched "nonononono" before a gutteral agonized scream of pain>>>

[untetheredsymphony]

Hey Whumpeteers! Cheerful reminder that the tattoo pain chart is applicable to most scratches, cuts or other open wounds! This chart doesn’t include bones damage or organ damage however, as it is for surface injuries.

My personal favourite is hip injuries, which various charts put in the red or orange zone 😉 Enjoy planning your whumpee’s pain with this!

[generic-whumperz]

Haven’t shared a bad meme in a minute so here ya go 😘

[whump-mania]

More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

[withdrawingramen]

i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool

because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?

the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out

yk what im talking abt?

[whumpkinpie]

Me, after reading a specific piece of Whump I've been craving before bed:

[dainluvr]

Whumper who sensory deprives Whumpee all the time - apart from when they’re being tortured. So now Whumpee looks forward to their little torture sessions just so they can feel something, anything.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

kudos and hits do not indicate the quality of the fic, by the way.

I’ve read so many fics, that aren’t as popular, that are so professionally written that I immediately know the authors even know the characters better than their original creators, respectfully. and so many of those fics made me cry and I’ve always come back to reread them because they’re that good, even if they don’t reach many people. they’re literally in my heart and I even think about them during the day because they’re that special to me.

the bottom line: the number of kudos and hits do not represent whether the work is good or bad.

and if you’re an author, don’t let it discourage you if you think your works don’t get enough hits or kudos.

sometimes the best fics that have ever been written are like a rare treasure, not many people will find them, but I promise you, those who do will cherish them very dearly ♡