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Whumpee chained to a treadmill overnight

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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

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What are your favorite whump tropes? Caretaker new whumper! When the whumpee doesn't know/realize they've been rescued and just think they've gone from one whumper to another? That's my JAM. Misunderstandings, trauma, hurt/comfort, you have so many options for where to go with it!

16. Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?

19. Who are your favorite whump bloggers? Tag them!

I'm answering these together because they're connected! Most of the "whump" I see in mainstream media just goes from "hero in peril gets rescued in the nick of time" to "hero is now back at work like usual" which skips all the good parts! There's some amazing whump on Ao3, but that's highly fandom dependent, and also easy enough to search for by looking for "(insert blorbo of choice here) whump" in the tags.

The best whump I've seen is really here on tumblr, with some of the amazing writers here! I'm going to list a few of my favorites, but there's just so much good stuff out here.

@ashintheairlikesnow is amazing at BBU/pet whump and has many series that are focused on healing after that trauma. I have a special love for the Vampire Chris AU 🥰

@secretwhumplair has multiple amazing stories. The monster of Lindborough is finished and is some fantastic fantasy whump with a werewolf whumpee and whumper-turned-caretaker. I also really love Royal Arms and No Warrior.

@whump-tr0pes also has multiple amazing stories, but the one I've actually read all the way through (so far, though others are on my reading list!) is Lux in Tenebris. Demon whumpee, angel whumpers, angel and human caretakers. Lots of misunderstandings and religious trama

@whumpwillow has a villain whumpee story called Hazeshift and an urban fantasy whump called Demon's Haven, and I would absolutely recommend both.

There are so many good ones and I'm sure there are some amazing ones I can't think of off the top of my head, but I hope this gives you some ideas!

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having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain

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The fact that Microsoft Word has to be a subscription is upsetting. I already paid for it why do I have to pay again

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Feel free to ask!

Whump Blog Ask Meme

What are your favorite whump tropes?

Do you prefer illness whump or injury whump?

Do you prefer whump in the form of writing or visual media?

Do you prefer physical whump or emotional/psychological whump?

Who is your favorite whumpee?

What are the traits of your ideal whumpee?

What are the traits of your ideal whumper?

What are the traits of your ideal caregiver?

Which archetype do you identify with the most: the whumpee, the whumper, or the caregiver?

When did you first realize you were into whump?

How and when did you discover the whump community?

Why do you love whump?

Have you ever felt insecure because you enjoy whump? How did you overcome that insecurity?

What are your least favorite whump tropes?

Are you interested in any niche whump genres, such as fem!whump or non-human whump?

Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?

When was the last time you got the whumperflies?

What whump content are you currently craving?

Who are your favorite whump bloggers? Tag them!

How are you doing today, buddy?

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Concept: fairy tale where the wicked step-parent (who is of course also some sort of warlock) transforms the princess into a swan, as one does, but rather than running off to mope around in a lake and be beautifully tragic, the princess decides to stick around the palace and cause problems on purpose.

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16, 18 and 20 for the whump ask game!!!!

thanks for the ask!

16. Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?

Sooooo many.

Books:

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao (Sci-fi alternate history + mecha that grabs your face and keeps you reading. I cannot recommend this book enough.)

Back Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse (High fantasy set in a pre-Columbian South America. Thrilling cast of characters, lots of pain.)

Whump Blogs:

@pigeonwhumps - stories in a wide variety of genres, all sorts of tasty stuffs

@snaillamp -couple of different universes, I would recommend “When Hell Comes Knocking”

@wolfeyedwitch -lots of whump types too. “And Still” is completed and delicious.

@dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night -find your fucked up non-humans here. “Our Man Flint” and “Eden” are some of my faves.

18. What whump content are you currently craving?

Something with caretaker new Whumper and painfully accurate field medicine. Maybe some rescue and environmental whump thrown in. Begging for mercy too, perhaps

20. How are you doing today, buddy?

Good! I got an 100 on my neurology med terms test, and finished up a lab report. Also I’m gonna write omegaverse so that’s a thing now. We’ll see how it goes lol

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Just binged the entirety of Weapons Don't Weep in one sitting and hoooly shit. It's my favorite whump story I've read in Months, if not Years !! Chloe is a literal angel I love her <33 Tyler is...kind of an asshole lmao but we love that for him. Weapon is such a trainwreck and I really enjoyed watching them suffer!! Congrats on the great writing and awesome plot!

Awwww nonnie this made my day! Thank you so much!

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Clove: Part 18 - Fight Back

YOOOOOO Goldenrod being an active agent in his own story? Wild!

Masterlist

Part 17

Content: Werewolf whumpee, Vampire whumpee, human whumper, fae whumper, bound and gagged, dragged, ritual sacrifice, laceration, whumper gets whumped, threats and mindgames

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The blue grass was damp and cold from the mists, dragging across Goldenrod’s bare skin, his tunic long fallen off in ribbons. Goldenrod didn’t struggle anymore. He gathered his strength, chewing quietly on the mushroom like flesh in his mouth. Jack’s magic dug painfully into Goldenrod’s ankles, though he couldn’t see Jack as he walked just far enough ahead in the mists that they shrouded him completely, though he could hear the mad sorcerer muttering. Something about rituals, blood, and servants. Goldenrod couldn’t make out much more than that. 

Goldenrod tilted his head, looking back the way they’d come. He knew he wouldn’t see Ephraim, but he wished he could. He hoped that Ephraim would come running through the mists, fangs on display before tearing out Jack’s throat. Goldenrod was scared. His hands shook in their bindings, his skin remembering pain that he endured for such a long time. He didn’t know what Jack wanted with him this time, but Goldenrod wasn’t the shrinking pup he had once been. He wasn’t Jack’s Hyrum anymore. Even if Ephraim didn’t come in a nick of time, even if Goldenrod would die, it would be on his own terms. Fighting all the way down, and hopefully taking Jack with him. 

Something loomed out of the mists, tall and dark. Black obelisks arranged in a circle and carved with the same engravings as the ones on Jack’s bared chest.

The sorcerer waved his hand and Goldenrod yelped in surprise and pain as he was dragged over the sharp gravel and up onto a cold stone table. 

Jack put a hand on Goldenrod’s chest, ignoring the werewolf’s squirming as he said, “I have waited so long for this, my pup. This is what you were born for, Hyrum. This is what you are meant to be. My gift to the powers that hold the courts together, that I may gain their power.”

Goldenrod growled, biting harder into the flesh of the mushroom. 

“Stay, my pup. I must arrange the stones,” Jack said, his tone quivering with excitement. 

Goldenrod watched Jack hurry off, grabbing a stained basket full of white stones before he started to place them around the ritual sight. 

Goldenrod writhed, trying to free his arms held so close to his throat. He chewed more fiercely at his gag, swallowing the bits that he chewed off. He was getting close. He was so close. He was not going to die here without drawing blood too, despite how he trembled with fear and his heart and mind shrunk away at the thought. 

Jack hummed something breezy and dark as he placed the stones around the table, eyes bright with a manic flame.

“I am so close,” he said eagerly. “This has been what my whole life has come to. Yours as well, pup. I’ll prove them all wrong. I’ll take back my power over the others of my kind. They think me crazed and wild. They locked me up! Never again. Never again.”

Goldenrod growled low in his throat as Jack put the basket down, double checking his stones and their placements before approaching. He drew an obsidian dagger as he did so, flicking his other hand to change the shapes of the bindings, revealing Goldenrod’s throat. 

He placed the blade gently at Goldenrod’s throat, stroking the werewolf’s face. “Your voicebox first. Try not to die too quickly, yes? It’s best if you’re alive for most of it, if not all of it.”

Goldenrod felt his pulse quicken, his stomach turning with fear and the expectation of pain. He was trembling and sweating just as much as he did when Jack would ‘train’ him, but there was something new inside of him. Something feral and powerful and loved. 

Goldenrod bit through the rest of the mushroom, spitting it out at a speed that startled Jack back. Not far enough back, though. 

Hyrum’s sharp, snapping mouth closed around Jack’s wrist, forcing him to drop the knife. It cut Hyrum’s collarbone slightly, but he paid no heed to the pain as his teeth met with a crunch inside Jack’s wrist. 

The sorcerer screamed, leaping back, his entire foul tasting hand detaching from his arm as he did so. 

Goldenrod felt something he’d never experienced before as Jack screamed and bled. As he faltered in his approach. 

Goldenrod felt the Hunt. 

The werewolf snarled, so filled with energy that it was only a minor trial to snap the bonds, grabbing the obsidian knife and leaping from the table after Jack. 

The sorcerer screamed again, the sound music in Goldenrod’s ears. 

Jack fled the circle, Goldenrod hot on his heels. The prey finally becoming the hunter. Goldenrod could only imagine how ecstatic it would feel to finally kill his tormentor, ripping his throat out like a scared screaming rabbit’s.

However, this did not come to pass. As Jack sprinted past the edge of the ritual circle, Goldenrod was caught in the boundary, gently bounced back onto the sharp gravel. Goldenrod snarled, striking at the boundary with the knife, but it remained there, a pale desaturated blue color, malleable, and yet unbreakable. 

“Coward,” Goldenrod hissed, blood dripping from his lips. 

Jack stood bent over his arm, the place where he lost his hand was clean, as though it had been cut off. Goldenrod could see it bubbling, flesh slowly growing back. 

“You ungrateful THING!” Jack shrieked. “You horrible little bag of bones! You should be grateful to me! I raised you! I fed you! You would have died as a pup in the snow if it weren’t for me!”

“Death would have been preferable,” Goldenrod replied, clenching his fist around the handle of the obsidian knife. “Release me. Now.”

Jack hissed, a demonic sounding thing. “You are still my creation. I have every right to end you. And I will. I no longer have the need for sleep. Do you?”

Goldenrod growled, his anger still as strong as ever, but the fear was creeping in. No. He was tired. He wanted to lay down and lick his wounds. The moment he let his guard down, the moment Jack was healed, Goldenrod was as good as dead. 

“I can hold off until Ephraim can get here,” Goldenrod decided, promising that to himself and to Jack. 

Jack threw back his head and laughed, mouth wide open to show his sharpened teeth. When his laughter subsided, he laid his cold eyes back on Goldenrod. “You believe that, do you? Do you know what the fae will do to him? At best they will kill him quickly. At worst, torture him for years and then kill him. The fae do not take kindly to imposters in their lands, you know. He’s likely dead as we speak.”

“I do not care what you say,” Goldenrod replied, baring his teeth. He did. He really did. But he couldn’t let the words sink in. He needed Ephraim to be okay. He needed Ephraim to come rescue him. He needed help. 

“You should,” Jack replied, pacing back and forth. “Give me the knife, pup. There is no need to drag this out.”

“No,” Goldenrod replied firmly. That seemed to break something in Jack. 

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE!” Jack screamed, lunging at the barrier. 

Goldenrod flinched, but not enough to keep him from lunging in return. 

Jack just barely got out of the way, the knife sweeping over his head before he scrambled back again. 

Goldenrod panted, standing ready with the blade, anticipating another attack, but Jack backed off, cradling his growing hand. 

“Fine, have it your way,” the sorcerer snapped. 

Jack backed up until Goldenrod couldn’t see him anymore through the mists. 

Goldenrod stood ready for a long minute before he backed up towards the table, avoiding stepping on Jack’s discarded hand, which was slowly melting into a puddle goo. He carefully sat on the table, watching the mists around him. The fight wasn’t even close to over, and he let the tension and fear stay, warding off the exhaustion. 

Without the present threat in view, however, his mind drifted. Was Ephraim dead? No, he couldn’t be. Goldenrod would feel it, wouldn’t he? What if he didn’t? What if Ephraim was dead and Goldenrod had no idea. It made the werewolf feel a little sick thinking about that. 

The pain in the cut on his chest and his many bruises were starting to get to him. 

He growled quietly to himself, but he didn’t dare look down at the wound in case Jack took that as an opportunity to attack him. 

In any case, Goldenrod needed to find a way out of this. And quickly. He needed to rescue Ephraim. Huh, that was a strange thought. Goldenrod rescuing Ephraim? It almost didn’t make any sense. 

Hyrum set into a careful watchfulness, wary and poised to strike, never letting go of the blade. He wasn’t going to let this crazed monster take anything else from him. 

…………………………………….

The palace of the fae looked to be something like a cross between a colosseum and a mountain. Ephraim had no idea where it came from. There had only been mists and hills for however many hours he had been walking, and then, quite suddenly, they were in the forests at the base of a mountain. 

Ephaim had tried to ask questions of his captors, at least to get a better handle of the situation, but was provided with nothing in return for his efforts. So he silently followed as he was guiding, beginning the climb up the stairs to the palace. 

“You’re explaining this, right, Kortop?” Jokel asked. 

Kortop sighed heavily. “Yes. Though, if this vampire is who I think he is, I won’t actually have to explain anything. Our Queen’s favorite little horse husband will explain it all.”

“Mm. That’s good. How do you think she’s going to react?”

“I have no idea.”

Ephraim kept his gaze on his feet as they reached the top of the stairs, starting through the cave-like halls, dotted with perfectly carved pillars. After a moment. Ephraim realized the roughness was just a facade, the dips and jagged rocks formed images he couldn’t quite make out. He felt he needed to be just a bit taller to have the right perspective for the images to make sense. The height of the fae. 

Ephraim’s attention was drawn forward again as they reached a set of double doors. The guards at the doors were not fae. The two cyclops looked down at Ephraim before their gazes turned to Kortop. 

“We are here for an audience with the queen,” Kortop said. He waited as the Cyclops frowned, one opening his mouth to say something, but Kortop snapped, “Now. I will bear the consequences.”

“Your funeral,” one cyclops muttered as they pushed the door open. 

With that, Kortops took Ephraim’s arm in his sharp grasp. “Look alive, vampire,” he said with a grim smile. “And be on your best behavior. I’m sure you know we Fae are only half as fickle as our Monarchs are.”

Part 19 - Coming soon

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tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse

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Aksjdhks I feel like I'm not nearly cool enough to be on a list like this, but thank you kindly!

For more specifically BBU/WRU (WRU stands for "whumpees r us" but is typically used as sometjing like the founders initials in world) stuff, the blogs that come to mind are @maracujatangerine and @ashintheairlikesnow . Both have fantastic worldbuilding as well as fun characters and crossovers and just general awesomeness!

so with whump

as a group? fandom? or any other word syebsj

usually it's fictional character and fics right but if you were to interact with other whumpees (that the term) like as roleplay or i dunno

would you or

okay maybe that's a confusing way of putting my question suwnsj

uh just tell me about your own experiences :3 if you wanna

Ok my experiences with whump? I'm not big on roleplaying (although it looks fun. just maybe not for me) so i'll talk about the community

They're awesome or at least the bubble I'm in like

There's one guy who got his acount deleted like a thousand times but he always swings back and he draws super well I like to reference from him and he's super nice

Then there this person who makes comics and they have so many I can't keep up

Then there's this uh lady? Woman? What's like a casual way to say it in english. Like guy but for girls. Anyway, she has a series that's so fun

And there's this person with such nice caracters I kinda picked my name from there.......

Oh, oh there's one thing that's like super nice and that's BBU

Its like a community worldbuilding like. Its premise is that there is a modern kind of world where humans are kept as slaves called "boxies" (because if people "order" them they arrive in packages)—thats why we call it the Box Boy Universe—and there's this organization called WRU (no idea what this name means i think its we r umpers or smth) that "trains" them and there are Safehouses for runaways and theres also The Pet Lib Movement

And it's a fun universe because everyone can use it! And so there's a lot of collaboration like, there's some part of the worldbuilding you don't wanna flesh out? This person here already did it. There is so much lore made by so many people and the fun is that you get to decide what is canom in your bbu

Also theres this person who took such a turn on it they (i dont remember their pronouns rn) imagined how it would be a bbu world but like in the black and white tv era. They did the origins of WRU (the evil slavery organization) and its like i haven't read it yet but it's such a fun concept

I also like the prompts. There's always some crazy thing I haven't thought about and it's lots of fun

There's also the community events (like febuwhump—one of the only i participed in lmao—where we get prompts for each day of february and write or draw something) idk they're fun people

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they need to invent a writing that is easy. and fast also

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Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.

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Charles needed to get blood for the little vampire. But first, Ollie.

He found the man in the living room, listening to music.

“Hello dear. Please, sit with me. I need to speak with you.”

Ollie instantly looked panicked, as he knew he would. Charles took the younger man’s hands in his own and smiled gently.

“Don’t fret, darling. I have news, but it shouldn’t mean much change for you, at least not right now. And I need you to understand, I adore you and will never replace you or get rid of you. Now, as for what exactly the news is, well.”

Charles took a deep breath and then said it.

“Someone sent me a vampire. To be my newest pet.”

Ollie instantly teared up, but he was doing a good job not fully crying. Charles wasn’t sure if that was something that should really be celebrated or not.

“You can cry if you need to, darling. As I just told you, I would never replace your or get rid of you. You are my wonderful muse. I adore you above anything else, my dear. But, that being said, I can’t exactly send the vampire away. They might get mistreated by someone cruel, and I’d never forgive myself for that. Do you understand?”

“I… I don’t know, Mr. Charles.“

“That’s okay. That’s perfectly okay, Ollie. It’ll be confusing for awhile, I’m sure.”

He patted Ollie’s hand, then thought of adding,

“Also, the vampire is quite starved and confused, I think, so I am going to keep them restricted to just a few rooms until they’re settled in. Perhaps a week or two at the most. These won’t be rooms you or I frequent. This will also allow you and I to become more accustomed to the idea of the vampire as well.”

Ollie nodded. A few tears rolled down his cheek. Charles handed him a handkerchief and the young man wiped his face.

“Mr. Charles?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will the vampire be your new muse?”

Charles consider this for a moment.

“I don’t think so. I’m not very… artistically inspired by them. I strongly dislike starvation, which they have suffered greatly from. Plus, there’s just some people that I just don’t find as fascinating as others. Aesthetic attraction, I believe it’s called.”

Ollie nodded, still clearly quite shaken. Charles let go of one of his hands and cupped Ollie’s cheek.

“Dear, nothing will happen to you, I swear it. I shan’t get rid of you, no matter what. Please trust me.”

Ollie nodded.

“Okay, sir. I do.”

- - -

Charles, with the help of his wonderful assistants, had found a place nearby to buy bags of blood for vampires. He had bought enough to last them just about a week, as he was afraid of quickly the bags might expire.

About two hours after he had left, Charles re-entered the vampire’s room to find them curled up and asleep. They looked relatively peaceful like this, if he ignored the starvation and other glaring signs of mistreatment.

He debated about waking them, but decided against it. Instead, he just elf the blood bag on the other side of the room, figuring they’d just open it when they’re hungry and hopefully wouldn’t get too much blood on the blanket and pillows, since it’s far from the sleeping area, so there should be the minimal amount of spattering.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3:

CW: starvation, internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, female vampire whumpee

The vampire didn't know how long it had been asleep when it finally woke. The room was an interior room, with no windows to judge time by. (It wouldn't let itself become hopeful about the lack of sunlight and what that meant about how its new owner would treat it.) Its internal clock was also all but entirely untrustworthy at this point, so it couldn't judge the time that way.

It noticed the change almost immediately.

Blood.

It could smell it. The plastic-and-disinfectant smell of the packaging did nothing to quell the instinctive surge of hunger as it focused on the bag of blood. It found itself crawling across the room, away from its sleeping nest and towards the empty corner where the blood bag lay on the ground, before it could catch itself.

No. Bad pet.

It was such a stupid creature. It wasn't allowed to take the blood, even if the bag was left in this room. Even if its new owner had said he would get it food, that wasn't the same as giving it permission to eat.

No, this was a test. Another test, just like the leniency the man had described earlier when saying what it was allowed to do. He obviously wanted to see its training in action, to see what it would do given such apparent freedoms.

Well. If he wanted to catch it misbehaving so he could punish it? He was out of luck.

It was better trained than that.

It straightened, transitioning from hands and knees to a kneel. It rested its hands on its knees and did its best to arrange its face into something akin to calm contentedness, rather than the aching, empty misery it truly felt.

Its owner would decide whether he wanted to punish it or not. It wouldn't give him any extra reasons to do so.

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I'm still not sure who all to tag in a crossover like this, so please let me know if you'd prefer me not to!

@kim-poce @nonbinary-disaster @onlybadendings @neverthelass @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @ghostfacepepper @someonesnamesblog @rainbowsandwhumperflies @extemporary-whump @thecyrulik @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @whumpsday @whumppsychology @elrysdoesstuff @towerlesskey @inkkswhumpandstuff @whumpycries @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @haro-whumps @pigeonwhumps @cc1010foxy @bloodinkandashes