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[okamirayne]

Goddamn right, Shouyou. 😂

Love this reader 🤣👌🏼💖

[griombrioch]

7.

7.  Post a snippet from a WIP

From the Hob-whumping oneshot that I might one day, eventually, possibly finish😅

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“You were attacked in your sleep,” Dream supplies and his voice betrays none of the judgement Hob is expecting. Out of sheer politeness, he’s sure. Though Hob has never exactly known Dream to be polite in even the most lenient of terms. “Often.”

It isn’t about nightmares or not sleeping well. It’s about the vulnerability of being asleep. The fear of waking up in an unfamiliar situation, to uninvited hands on him, to pain. He opens his mouth to elaborate, maybe, but his throat dries up at the thought of having to recount what it was like.

He shudders.

“Yeah,” Hob gives an awkward, empty chuckle to try and dislodge the discomfort in his chest. He’s lived a long time. A couple years with some sadistic lowlife is nothing in the grand-scheme of things. “Anyway, like I said, it’s nothin’, Dream.”

“You did not tell me,” he says, “When I returned from Hell and asked you about the last century. You omitted this.”

“Dream, I-” Hob pauses, trying to think about how to word this without risking scaring Dream away or offending him. “You had just told me that you’d been in a cage for over a century. How could I possibly complain about anything? It was a couple years. Love, I’m fine-”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“I said stop.” A cool hand is suddenly tugging on his jaw. When Hob turns his head, Dream is no longer across the table from him, but knelt on the ground next to his chair. The King of Dreams, looking up at Hob-fucking-Gadling like he deserves it. “Stop pretending like your pain does not matter. Least of all to me.”

Hob swears he isn’t imagining the soothing swipe of his thumb against his cheek.

“I dislike anyone being refused access to my realm. But you…you are mine, Hob Gadling. Anyone who takes that right from you is committing a personal attack against me.”

“He’s long dead now, dove.” Hob gives a weak smile and raises his hand to cover Dream’s. “I’m afraid there’s no one to enact your revenge on.”

“A shame. I suppose I must let my sister know, then.”

This man is ridiculous. “Dream-” Hob starts, exasperation and maybe a little bit of fondness seeping into his voice. But honestly - who has he ever dated who was willing to torment some poor sod beyond the grave?

“Come,” Dream murmurs and rises to his feet with all the gracefulness of…well, an Endless. “Let me tend to your sleep.”

Hob doesn’t fight him. He lets Morpheus pull him up and stumbling to his feet. The stress of his worries has all but dissipated now that Dream is here. He knows that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him.

Of course, he knows that anyway. Intrinsically. The idea of anything else seems laughable. But that isn’t quite how this shit works. He’s learned enough of that in his six hundred-something years on this earth. In watching his fellow soldiers cower against their sheets weeks and months and years after they’ve been brought out of the trenches.

[the-apocrypha]

aftershocks part 8 of the cottagecore series Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || T || 7k || Complete

Alternate Universe - Medieval, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Dream of the Endless has PTSD, Traumatized Dream of the Endless, Protective Hob Gadling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Starvation, Fae!Dream of the Endless, Hedgewitch!Hob Gadling

The issue is that Dream is a bit like a cat—which is to say, that he will complain loudly at minor inconveniences like being denied cuddles or having the wrong blanket set out, but at the same time will hide a broken leg until it literally gives out and kills him.

Hob works his way through nearly an entire basket of pine cones before the standoff is broken. 

Cat hisses. 

Dream bares his teeth, and unleashes a series of clicking noises. 

Cat arches her back and puffs to twice her size. 

Dream clicks.

Cat hisses again, and then at last—she dashes away. 

Hob shells out the last of the pine nuts from this particular cone, and sets it to the side. He waits, as Dream rises to his feet. 

“She refuses to agree. We will need the nettle,” Dream pronounces. 

“I had a feeling,” Hob says. 

Dream’s shoulders are not… slumped, exactly, but they are fractionally lower than usual. 

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[captain-bo-bob-bobby]

Whump Café

"Hello, and welcome to your local Whump Café! Take a moment to look over our menu and figure out what Whumpee you want! Don't forget to sign each Whumpee you order with their new names!"

MENU BOARD #1: COMMON WHUMP TROPES

- Pet Whump

- Captivity Whump

- Medical Whump

- Hero/Villain Whump

- Whumper to Whumpee

- Caretaker to Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #2: WHUMPEE TYPES

- Defiant Whumpee

- Stoic Whumpee

- Shy/Scared Whumpee

- Conditioned Whumpee

- Broken Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #3: WHUMPEE SPECIES

- Human (default)

- Vampire

- Werewolf

- Elf

- Dwarf

- Brownie

- Lich

- Hybrid Type 1; (Cat, Dog, Bunny, etc.)

- Hybrid Type 2; (For Example half werewolf half vampire, half human, etc.)

- Aquatic (Mermaid/Merman, Siren, etc.)

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #4: WHUMPEE ADD ONS

- Male Whumpee (default)

- Lady Whumpee

- Enby Whumpee

- POC Whumpee

- Disabled Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

[Reblog with your order, or comment it if you'd like.]

[whmp]

hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!

the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!

- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.

you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )

-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.

the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!

i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Wesgoesbrr: The Game

previous

(image and poll under the cut for gore)

After much deliberation, you decide it can't hurt to make a few more incisions. The star of the show has already shown off his ribcage, why not treat his audience to some guts as well?

You move your tripod closer, giving the camera a full view of your workstation, then put on a fresh pair of gloves---for what must be the eighth time. You'll have to request a budget for disposables on your next mission---and grab your scalpel. Your captive's pleas when he sees what you're about to do are so pathetic you almost reconsider.

But you've never been much for backing down.

Once everything is splayed out, nice and visible, you really start getting your hands dirty, plunging them into warm entrails and drawing more ragged screams from your guest. Eventually, you get bored of playing with his intestines, and pull away.

Your victim has stopped letting out shrieks of pain, now letting out small whimpers on every exhale, his eyes half-opened, staring at nothing, his body shuddering uncontrollably.

Even with the life-prolonging drugs you've given him, it looks like he's at the end of the line. Oh well. You've done everything the Fleet's asked of you and more.

tag list:

@whumpsday , @turn-the-tables-on-them , @onlywhump , @whumpyauthortm , @whump-in-the-closet , @kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpterful-beeeeee , @apokolyps , @whumpedydump , @isntthisblank , @sodacreampuff , @what-if-i-just-did , @whimpity-whumpity , @ladyjaye13 , @shywhumpauthor , @grizzlie70 , @whumpinthepot , @aarika-merrill , @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are , @100percentevil , @catnykit ,

[whumperofworlds]

Me: I love this blorbo!

Also me: Whumpity whump whump motherfucker.

[whump-n-comfort]

build-a-whumpee: final summary

man, a week sure flies by fast. i was checking the results of the build-a-whumpee experiment yesterday to see how it was doing and realized "oh shit! this ends tomorrow!"

and now that tomorrow is here! so without further ado, the Ideal Kidnapping Scenario Based On The Results Of My Silly Little Poll Game Issss *drum roll intensifies*

More than one whumper gets together to set whumpee as their target for their latest scheme, and after careful consideration, no other person is picked; just whumpee is good enough. Whumpee is all alone when the whumpers attack, and they are terrified out of their mind. Still, they do their best to get away, but unfortunately, their best is not enough. They are brought down swiftly, whether through drugs or some kind of injury, which incapacitates them enough to prevent further escape attempts. Their time in captivity is a nightmare, as their whumpers continuously mess with them and refuse to let them forget their situation and how it may never end. But not all is lost, as their faithful friends and family learn very quickly that something is up with whumpee and that they need help. With absolutely zero hesitation, the group bands together to bust whumpee out and pay sweet revenge to those who thought it was okay to hurt their friend. The state they find whumpee in is horrible, so much so that whumpee is completely unresponsive as they get them out of there and back to a safe location. Recovery is a bumpy road, and it's obvious the whumpee will never forget about their experience, but with lots of comfort and care courtesy of their loved ones, they will one day laugh and smile somewhat similar to how they used to, which is good enough for them.

So there you have it, the collective winning choices from all 12 polls. Of course, if only some of it or even none of it is your jam, that is perfectly okay! There are many different ways to enjoy the trope, and even some of the choices I voted for didn't end up winning. The whump community is a vast place with lots of imagination after all >;)

And honestly, I wouldn't mind doing this again in the future with other tropes like illness or torture. As this week went on, I realized there was a lot more I could have added to make this more specific (questions like "did whumper(s) do the kidnapping or did they hire someone else," "why did whumper(s) target whumpee to begin with," and in general realized that I left some answers a little vaguer than I meant to), so if I were to do a repeat of this, I have a more solid idea on how to do it and make it even better :D

Regardless, thank you so much for participating. I hope it was as fun for you as it was for me <3

Tag requests under the cut for those who wanted to be tagged :)

@whimpity-whumpity @birdfossil @just-ten-cents @plupluplu @heartsherps @justwhumpythings

[whumpitisthen]

I know ur url is "whump it is then" but for some reason I can't stop myself from reading it as "whumpitis then". like a doctor diagnosing you and going through a list of potential illnesses. "meningitis? no. myocarditis? can't be... whumpitis then."

i am a disease a malady an ailment of the brain i cause worms and inexplicable bleeding from the eyes the only cure is sad prettyboy therapy and immeasurable agony

[dreamwatch]

This is such fun, and also I got to do colouring in! Thank you to @steviesbicrisis for this! Their original post is here, and I also reblogged.

A little game to share your favorite tropes with everyone.

And here’s mine… *drumroll*…

Imma need big arsed buckets for angst and hurt/comfort, thanks. And also a big fat arsed jar for injury recovery/hurt Eddie Munson, whump, all the whump. Whump, whumpity whump.

*I took celebrities to mean Rockstar Eddie

[roblingoblin285]

Hey, so the browsers I use do not allow me to accept discord invites from a third party app (like tumblr). Would you mind giving me the actual invite code for the whump corner? Thank you in advance!

~whimpity-whumpity

hello! i'm not 100% what you mean by invite code, but i'm going to assume it's a typed version of the invite? it's https://discord.gg/rJAXnCJe

[somefandomcontent]

John Reardon in Arctic Air 3x12

This is the last one so I’ll put the rest under the cut for spoilers

[malcolmisthebrightestboy]

Mini Malcolm Moments:

All Souls and Sadists

[captain-bo-bob-bobby]

The Mutt

Content Warnings- Kidnap Whump, Pet Whump, Pet Names, Cells, Cages, Litter Boxes, (Past) Foot Whump Mentioned, (Past) Eye Whump Mentioned, Broken Whumpee, Begging, Begging To Be Put Down, Dehumanization, Kicking.

Within the dark and dreary basement, there are rows and rows of multiple cells. In the farthest corner from the stairs that lead to the basement, is the smallest cell. The floor is covered in mud inside, the light doesn't quite reach this far, and the lock on the cell door was broken. The Whumper only had to swing it open to get inside, shutting the doors out of pure habit.

There was a smaller cage inside, sitting unused in a corner close to the cell doors. In a corner farther from the door, was a litter box- it had an open lid on it that could help a person sit on it. It was much unlike the other litter boxes provided to the other pets; who were expected to squat and go. The smell of shit wafted from it, making the Whumper's nose scrunch up in disgust.

And in the corner of the entire basement, and in the other corner farthest from the cell door; was a dirty dog bed. On top of it, lay a man. The man's ribcage was a prominent feature in his appearance, unlike a year ago when the Whumper first brought him here. The man had an eyepatch over his right eye- the Whumper remembered how he carved it out, in his anger, to punish the man for disobeying. And he had cut off his feet, a few days later- he needed a stress relief, so he had burned through the man's feet. The man's screams of pain when he burnt and then cut off the charred remains were a delight to hear...

But, now, Whumper could only find himself irritated with the man. He was the only one who he had cut off both feet, from his many pets. He was the only one who couldn't stand up when Whumper needed him to be faster, the only one who had to be carried, the only one that annoyed Whumper to see. Whumper lashed out in that moment- his steel-toed boot collided with the man's ribcage, making him scream in pain. Whumper was a little satisfied with the sound of a rib breaking, watching the man cough on the ground.

"Get up, Mutt. Or are you too useless to do that, anymore?" the Whumper ordered, spitting the words like venom. Mutt slowly got on his hands and knees, crawling towards his Master and pressing his face to the ground. It didn't matter that the ground was dirty- Mutt had to be good, he had to obey, so that he could be useful to his Master.

"Since you're so worthless that you can't even eat by yourself, I'm going to wait here until you're done. Hurry up," the Whumper growled, tapping his foot in impatience. Mutt whimpered once, pushing through the pain and crawling towards his food bowls. It was the same slop as always- unappetizing, brown, and made of some sort of unknown meat. Mutt ate slowly, and messily, making his Master groan with disapproval.

"God, you're so annoying. Why can't you do anything right, for once? You're such a stupid and dumb dog. You already look ugly enough as it is without your food all over your messy face," the Whumper groaned, and Mutt felt himself internally deflate at his words. He was useless, worthless, annoying, stupid, dumb, ugly, messy... why couldn't he do anything right? Why couldn't he please his Master correctly?

Mutt had to wipe his face off with his hand to eat the food that made it onto his countenance. Then he bent himself further down, eating all of the food that had made it onto the dirty ground. He moved onto his water bowl, lapping at the water. Mutt had every intention to be careful, but the water still sloshed over to the other side. His Master groaned, making Mutt berate himself further.

"You're the most needy, helpless pet I've ever had to take care of. You can't even drink water properly. Can't you do anything right?" the Whumper groaned, and Mutt felt like he was going to cry. He tried so hard everyday, tried so hard to be good. He didn't want to be bad, because being bad was always met with pain. And yet, he didn't seem to have the capacity to be good, as he was always given more and more pain.

When Mutt finished drinking, he turned his body around to face his Master. "Master- I'm- I'm worthless- I'm useless to you- I'm dumb- stupid- I'm a bad dog- please put me down- please let me die- please kill me- pl-please--"

"Oh my god, shut up," the Whumper growled in frustration, and Mutt immediately went silent. "Just go back to your fucking bed already, before I have to kick you there."

Mutt shuddered, putting in the last of his remaining energy into crawling onto the dog bed. His Master left, slamming the cell door shut as he did so. Mutt waited until his Master was gone, listening to his receding footsteps, before he started to cry.

He was in so much pain- so much agony everyday. He just wanted to be good, so that he could feel his Master's gentle touch again. He just wanted to serve his Master well, so that he could be rewarded again. Being surrounded in constant agony made Mutt yearn for his Master's tender caresses... but he didn't deserve it. Mutt knew it. Mutt was a bad dog.

He hoped his Master would put him down soon.

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This is my first ever whumpy oneshot posted on Tumblr! Please be kind, I'm really nervous to post this. Concrit is welcome; let me know if there's anything else I need to warn for.

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be removed)

@eatyourdamnpears

@something-indecent-and-dramatic

@batfacedliar-yetagain

[whmp]

thoughts on a thorn collar (or crown??)

my thoughts: yes!!! very good. assuming this is about the game, i've just added them! i am what you call "tumblr ask motivated". : ) and if it's not about the game, too bad, you're getting thorny accessories in it anyway.

(i've included a screenshot of the thorny collar on its own, since it might be easier to see that way. looks pretty painful ngl.)

taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added or if i messed up and somehow haven't included you!)

@whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Wesgoesbrr: The Game

previous //// next

You take your time setting up your camera, ensuring the lense is able to catch a full view of the man---who's still tugging fruitlessly against the table's restraints. Once satisfied with the camera's placement, you grab a set of medical shears and begin to cut off his clothes, exposing his torso.

He doesn't say a word throughout the process; his breaths are short and rapid, and he seems like he's on the verge of hyperventilating. You roll your eyes as you tuck the shears away and prepare a syringe.

"Shut up," you mutter as you depress the plunger. "This stuff will keep you alive while I'm working." You pat his face with a nitrile-gloved hand. "You want to stay alive, don't you?"

He doesn't answer, his jaw so tightly clenched you can see the muscles twitching. You shake your head, depositing the expended syringe in a sharps box and reaching for your tools.

Tag list:

@whumpsday , @turn-the-tables-on-them , @onlywhump , @whumpyauthortm , @whump-in-the-closet , @kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpterful-beeeeee , @apokolyps , @whumpedydump , @isntthisblank , @sodacreampuff , @what-if-i-just-did , @whimpity-whumpity , @ladyjaye13 , @shywhumpauthor ,