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[WARNING: Some of my whumpees are minors!] Just another whump blog, except the whump is with shapey people. AC1, 19, they/neos

[acwhump]

Hello! I don't know what to put here, but I'm AC1, 19, they/a shit ton of neos, and I'm new to the whump scene on Tumblr! My favored kind of whump is emotional whump, or any other kind that doesn't necessarily involve broken bones and stuff. Eye and nail trauma are my only hard limits though. Nice to meet you!

[acwhump]

[sci-fiolence]

Frost

CW: Multiple whumpees, whumpee death, female whumpee, female whumper, environmental whump (I think that's it? Absolutely let me know if I missed one)

@acwhump Inspired by a post of yours

@chaos-cascade I'm don't think you directly meant me when you said "someone should write this", but uh, here we are

@kim-poce

gentle constructive critisicm is welcome! Esp readability and pacing lol

Below a cut because this is already too long

Axel regretted the action the moment it did it. Mistress wiped the glob of spit off her face and flicked her eyes over to her plaything, and Axel's blood ran cold. Spitting at her was stupid, idiotic, suicidal. She'd starved it for a week once for talking back. That was nothing. She regarded it for a few seconds, eyes slightly narrowed as she thought. It's brain was frozen; it didn't even think to kneel, or beg, or run. It simply stood there, like a lump, waiting for its fate.

A devilish smile worked its way across Mistress' face. It'd never seen the expression before, and it terrified it down to its bones. Rage was awful but predictable. A smile had to be worse.

Mistress wiped her fingers on Axel's shirt, Axel trembling beneath the fabric, and snatched a handful of Axel's hair. She held it down by her ribs, forcing it to bend awkwardly over as they walked just a hair too quickly down the hallway.

They stopped in front of the communal bedroom all of Mistress's playthings shared. Layla, the only other person stuck here in this hell, was already on her feet by the time the door swung all the way open, her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed. She'd been reading one of the tattered and waterstained books Mistress allowed them if they were good, the book thrown down on the threadbare blanket in her haste.

"Layla dear, would you follow us please?" Mistress cooed. Layla nodded and moved to the door, head still bowed. Mistress turned on her heel and dragged Axel back down the hallway, Layla following silently behind them.

Axels' heart thudded in its chest. It could take nearly anything Mistress could dish out, so maybe part of the punishment was having Layla watch this time. That meant something violent and bloody. Layla hated blood. Axel swallowed and shoved its fear down its throat. It could take it. The punishment would hurt, it would be agony that would leave him scarred forever, but it could take it.

They stopped in front of a heavy metal door Axel hadn't seen before. Mistress pulled on the handle and the door swung open with a blast of freezing cold air.

"Go inside, Layla."

Once Layla had entered, Mistress threw Axel in by its hair and shut the door behind them.

The fans kicked in as soon as the door shut, flooding the freezer with renewed frigid air. Their breaths puffed out in front of them and Layla wrapped her arms around herself. Her thin T-shirt would do nothing against the cold. Axel was cold too, but it would be fine. It'd get colder and colder and colder, its hands and arms would go numb and stiff until it couldn't breathe or move, but it would be fine. Layla wouldn't.

"What's going on?"

Axel shoved on the door rather than answer. It didn't budge. A yellow "You are not trapped" sticker mocked him above the hole where a handle would have been. Shelves lined the sides of the freezer, stacked with cardboard boxes of food. Axel went for the largest box and ripped it off the shelf. It tore the box open and laid it flat across the metal floor.

"Axel."

It pushed passed her, taking more boxes off the shelves and tearing them apart. The floor soon was covered in green beans and carrots and meats and cheeses and Layla was already shivering.

"You need to get down," It urged, hands pushing down on her shoulders.

"What's going on?"

"You need to get down."

Layla twisted out of its grip and skittered to the other side of the freezer.

"Tell me what's going on."

Axel was huffing with panic and exertion. He looked wildly from side to side, at the mess and the shelves and the boxes. It reached up and fisted its hands in its hair. It swallowed.

"I-I fucked up," it said, voice cracking. Layla looked at him for a second, around the freezer, at the door.

"It'll be okay," she whispered, shrinking in on herself

"You need to get down, conserve body heat."

Layla nodded and returned to the cardboard. She sank down to her knees, arms still wrapped around herself. Axel guided her onto her side and curled his body around her.

"Axel, you're cold."

"Don't worry about me," he said, pulling several pieces of the cardboard over them.

They laid in silence for a while, the fans kicking on intermittently to force the temperature lower. Layla's shivering grew worse and Axel hugged her closer, willing all of his heat to go into her, silencing the part of his brain that told him he wasn't generating any.

"Do you remember anything? From before?" It asked eventually. It had always wondered, but that topic had always been forbidden.

Layla let out a breath that might have been a laugh.

"I had family in Boston," she murmured through chattering teeth, "aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. We'd all get together once a week for a big potluck. We always had to cram the table full and eat in the living room." Layla sniffled and Axel gave her a squeeze. It could imagine her there, surrounded by family and laughing together, balancing plates on knees and watching TV in a warm, happy, living room. She belonged there, not here.

She was shaking in violent tremors that wracked her body. All Axel could do was hold her as tight as it could, with useless frozen arms and no heat to give.

"We should do something, jumping jacks or run in place," Layla chattered, desperation in her voice.

"No. No, sweat would freeze and make you colder. This is the best we can do," Axel murmured, burying its nose in her stiff hair. She nodded, her tremors beginning to subside.

"It's gonna be okay, right Axe?" She mumbled, nearly incoherent. "Yeah," Axel said, voice thick with tears, watching the frost begin to form on her cheek, "It'll be okay."

…

Hours later, Mistress opened the freezer door and removed the cardboard . Axel's tears had frozen some of Layla's hair to its face. Mistress took it's wrist and pulled it up. It let out a strangled cry, the hair breaking like dry pasta and coming with. Mistress picked it up with an arm under it's knees, its muscles still frozen in place. She carried it out of the freezer and back to the now empty communal bedroom.

"Maybe next time you'll learn to behave," she said, leaving it to the silence.

[acwhump]

Thought about my own prompt too hard lads. Here's an adoptive family where only one of them can breathe underwater

(Both use they/them since they're from a genderless world)

[acwhump]

they call me uuhhhhhhhhhhhhh blue glass (do not ask where the glass came from <3 )

asks where the glass came from

[acwhump]

Imagine putting your whumpee in an ordinarily fatal situation that they're immune to... alongside a loved one who isn't.

A whumpee who can breathe underwater, trapped in a tank with someone who can't. A whumpee invulnerable to cold, locked in a freezer with someone who's not. You get my gist. Have them watch their loved one succumb, while the danger doesn't even touch them.

[acwhump]

Being a traumatized whump author is so weird because you can write about all these awful, twisted, terrifying things that stop half the world in their tracks and make you look monstrous to anyone outside the community, and then there's this one little ass thing that upsets you

[acwhump]

That whumpee of yours, they can do something special and rare, right? Whatever it is, it's of great use to someone- but using it would violate their morals on the basest level.

But everyone has a breaking point, don't they? How much pain will it take to make them betray themself just to make it stop?

[acwhump]

y'all wanna meet the whumper/whumpee pair i'm rotting for rn

[painsandconfusion]

Badly explain the series you're writing.

I'll go first

Little mean bully doesn't like big mean bullies so has a tall broody bitch help him beat them up.

[shywhumpauthor]

main character eavesdrops and gets fired from their second job

[acwhump]

Woman accidentally tries to take over world, comes to and finds out she killed her girlfriend so the girlfriend comes back and ruins her life

[acwhump]

It's something of an open secret, what Whumper is up to. It's not something you speak of in polite company, but everyone knows that they're torturing someone- but what's the big deal? Whumpee's done worse. Maybe they didn't even mean to, maybe they weren't in control of themself, but nobody knows and nobody bothers to know. The point is, everybody knows Whumpee is in pain, and nobody cares.

[acwhump]

Whumpee's free. They're gone, they're safe now. They don't have to worry about Whumper ever again.

But that doesn't mean all is well. The scars still remain, and they've been struggling to keep a hold on themself despite Caretaker's best efforts.

And one day, they lose it.

They snap at Caretaker, maybe verbally, maybe physically too. Point is, they lash out at someone who only wanted to help them, and they feel absolutely crushed with guilt. Any self esteem they'd had left is gone.

They see now. Even if Caretaker thinks they forgive them, they know that deep down they're horrible. Monstrous. Unforgivable.

Whumper was right. They deserve to suffer.

And who better to make them suffer?

[acwhump]

watching a video by no rolls barred where they play a game and get shocked every time they fail. now imagine that, except the person participating isn't doing so willingly

[acwhump]

Whumper is a highly trusted, highly beloved person, known to be close to Whumpee. So when Whumpee goes missing, it isn't hard to say that they're dead. Such a tragic accident, it was- but there's nothing to be done.

Of course, when Whumpee is wondering why nobody is coming for them, that's not the story they hear.

[acwhump]

why is my most whumpee shaped character the one who physically cannot feel pain anymore 😭

[kim-poce]

Caretakers are the best whumpees

Caretaker helping whumpee to the point of neglecting themselves.

Caretaker ignoring their needs and boudaries to help whumpee.

"If I look weak they will be worried"

"If I look tired they will be scared."

"If I don't smile they will think I'm mad at them."

"If I don't say the right thing I can lose all progress I made so far"

"If I was faster/stronger..."

"If I had paid attetion..."

"If I say I'm tired whumpee will think they are a burden."

"How did I let this happen?"

"How can I complain when whumpee is in such a poor state?"

"Any mistake I make will greatly affect whumpee's life/kill them"

"What if they are better off without me?"

"How much protection is too much? Am I just keeping them captive?"

"I don't deserve their love."

"It's hard to keep going without a break or at least a clear progess."

"Is it really worth the trouble?"

"Why didn't they tell me they were hurt? Am I that untrustworthy?"

"Am I so bad of a Leader that I didn't see that the team was bullying whumpee?"

"I already ate whumpee, you can eat all it all." (lying)

"Of course whumpee, I can stay up all night with you."

[acwhump]

all I want in life is a whumper of a traditionally "good" species like an angel and a whumpee of a traditionally "bad" species like a demon