intro post - call me bloody (short for url/handle). pronouns are he/they. 18 y/o.
a tumblr whump lurker for about three--possibly four--years and writing for about that long. first introduction to whump original stories on here were pet whump/bbu fiction so most prompts on this blog are usually made with that sort of setting in mind. however, they are purposely written to be broad, so there is no right or wrong interpretation.
inbox is open for all and i welcome any one who wants to send in a message or ask. i don't bite (most of the time).
favorite tropes:
- pet whump (+ recovery)
- whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper/master
- long term captivity and everything else that comes with it (restraints, muzzles, etc)
- any angst/emotional whump (humiliation/vulnerability/intimacy)
- self-internalized ableism, homophobia, etc (+ recovery and self acceptance)
- intimate whump
- noncon (with a focus on trauma/aftermath/recovery + tagged on this blog as #noncon)
- whumpee x caretaker (if unrequited this is fine and good and interesting! if it's mutual, it depends on the power dynamic also the framing of the relationship. is it supposed to be happy and healthy or complex?)
- female whumpee/whumper/caretaker (dependant on characterization and other tropes, isn't an immediate no but i am quite particular about it)
- transphobia (again not an immediate no and dependant on other factors. if i have reason to believe the character's views reflect the writer's personal views, is the charcter saying it out of ignorance, and frequency it occurs in the story)
ultimately, it comes down to nuance, and there isn't much i won't at least give a try.
Do you ever want to just practice anatomy and get carried away? I certainly do
The character is my oc Isidore Toller from my fanfiction What You Deserve!
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog drawing request turned out to be the best excuse to illustrate Muted.
Thanks for requesting Sann and Robert! It made me so very happy to see a request for my OCS!!! I´m sorry I just did a one thing illustration even tho I wanted to do something a bit longer, comic style. I just dont have the energy I´m afraid. Still, hope this is good enough!
Because its mildly suggestive, the full body version below!
a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?
Whumpee, exhausted from another day of hiding their injuries and making excuses, glad to finally get “home” with whumper, where they can just be “themselves” (hurt, trembling, scared) without having to keep the act up.
the moment where whumper unbuckles their belt and whumpee knows, just knows what's coming next, even though they're still trying so hard not to believe it
if you have a very strong/powerful character and you DON'T muzzle and chain them and beat it into them that they're only good as a blunt instrument of violence and use their completely natural reactions to this mistreatment as 'proof' that they're innately dangerous and the mistreatment is necessary + justified then what's even the point tbh
whumpee who is drugged and assaulted, and they’re so out of it that they can’t even form words. all they can do as their attacker violates them is whimper and moan, shapeless attempts at words that never make it out. stop. no. please. it hurts. they can’t say anything at all, their body won’t cooperate, not even their voice. but they’re conscious enough to be aware of everything.
CONTENT: Living weapon, injection, abuse, starvation, compliance, flesheater, betrayal, violence, memory loss, loss of control
Monster whumpee that's ACTUALLY a monster.
Starving Wolf (Rewrite):
Elliot was lucky. He had the nicest handler in the facility. Whether it was sneaking him clean water to drink or giving him an extra bath that week, she never missed an opportunity to spoil him. Elliot loved her so much. Her soft voice, her long hair, her pretty name.
Piper Anderson.
That’s the name that was on her card. That’s the name she heard so often from her boss when she knew she was in trouble. Anderson highly doubted she was getting in trouble for risking her safety. Elliot had never come close to hurting her.
“If given the choice, Elliot would never hurt anyone. I won’t be afraid of a sheep in wolf’s clothing.”
That’s what she always said.
She went back into Elliot’s enclosure and conducted her daily check-up. When she tried to leave, the door did not unlock. It wasn’t stuck and malfunctions would have been reported to her, so she could infer this was on purpose.
It wasn’t until noone came during feeding time that Anderson knew what was happening. They wanted her to see what a monster Elliot really was. She scoffed at the thought.
Not only would she never let her boss live this down, but she would also spend every moment with this gentle giant. And that’s exactly what Elliot was. Even if Elliot got hungry, he was receiving injections every couple hours to keep him from his violent instincts. Not even the boss could stop him from getting the injections because they came from a bracelet only the higher ups had control over.
If anything, Elliot was more concerned then Anderson was.
“Are you supposed to be here? If they aren’t feeding me today, I might get hungry. It wouldn’t be safe for you to be in here if I’m hungry. If I hurt you, I would never forgive myself.”
It all felt like a bad joke to her.
“You would never hurt me. Just… think of this as a special day for you and me.”
He liked that word. Special. And to think of a day just for him. It made him feel warm and fuzzy.
Hours kept passing and passing. When Elliot went to his hide, she wasn’t afraid. He was often shy. When Elliot started staring at her from across the enclosure, she wasn’t afraid. He was often curious. When Elliot didn’t speak for hours, she wasn’t afraid. He was often scared to speak.
“If given the choice, Elliot would never hurt anyone. I won’t be afraid of a starving wolf.”
That’s what she always said. She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t think. Being approached like this brought a creeping feeling into her. A feeling that makes her heart sink. It was a weird, special feeling.
Elliot hates that word. Special. To think of the day where he slaughtered the only person who cared for him. It makes him feel sick and afraid.
He doesn’t remember her screaming or begging or crying. He doesn’t remember any of it. If given the choice, Elliot wouldn’t understand the concept of harm. A wolf in sheep’s clothing doesn’t understand harm. Even if the wolf doesn’t know what it is even when it sees itself in the mirror. Even if the wolf doesn’t remember what it did. Even if the wolf is receiving injections.
It all feels like a cruel joke to him. He can’t keep thinking about her. Her gargling voice, her bloody hair, her disquieting name.
He’d rather forget that name.
Thank youuu @bloody-boyfailure you literally reminded me about this. So I was like "let me rewrite it with the new lore", cus when I first wrote that I didn't have everything set yet. I still don't but REGARDLESS! It's a bit different from the original and it probably loses a lot of the good things but I hope it also has new good things as well. Still getting the hang of learning how to write, but I'm actually kinda happy with this?
aww happy to have inspired you to come back to it ❤❤❤
the more you write, the more you'll create things you're proud of. i get insecure about my writing too so i understand the feeling.
in this version, the ending is even more angsty. elliot hurting saying she's the one person that cared about him and how he wishes he could forget her name. so angsty...
CONTENT: Kidnapping, living weapon, injection, abuse, starvation, compliance, the literal consumption of human flesh, betrayal ?, violence, gore
HEAR ME OUT. Monster whumpee that is an actual monster.
Whumpee was abducted at a very young age along with a few others of their kind. They were taken in to be "domesticated" and weaponized. Because Whumpee’s species was considered inherently violent, every subject was fitted with a bracelet that periodically injected them with a neutralizing substance.
Whumpee lived a life of what one could only describe as hell. Different substances being administered into them, being tied down, tested, punished, starved, made to hurt others. They didn't complain, they didn't fight, they just took it.
Whumpee's first handler also happened to be their doctor.
Handler was extremely kind to Whumpee. Handler would constantly break rules to make things easier for them. Over time, they became convinced that Whumpee wasn’t the monster everyone insisted they were; that if given a choice, Whumpee would never harm someone innocent. Handler had overseen them long enough to believe that.
Boss took notice of how Handler had been acting and decided to take action.
One day, Handler was instructed to check on Whumpee. Nothing unusual. When Handler entered Whumpee's room, Boss locked the door behind them. Handler was not afraid. Whumpee was still receiving neutralizers. There's no reason for Whumpee to lash out.
Hours passed. No one came to feed Whumpee.
That was odd. Usually if they'd opted to starve Whumpee, they'd make sure that no staff were in the room for safety precautions.
Another feeding time passed.
By this point, Handler knew what was happening.
Boss wanted Whumpee hungry. Boss wanted Handler to see what Whumpee truly was. How their relationship would ultimately mean nothing to Whumpee if push came to shove.
Handler was not afraid. The neutralizers were still being injected. On top of that, Whumpee cared about them. There was no reason to think they’d be hurt.
They talked to pass the time. Whumpee started asking questions. Too many questions.
Why isn't anyone coming?
Have they forgotten to feed me?
Why are you still here?
Handler lied, softly. They said it was a special day. That they’d get to spend it together. This excited Whumpee.
Hours passed and Whumpee grew quiet.
Handler was not afraid. Even if they'd starved Whumpee, the neutralizer should get rid of their more violent tendencies.
Whumpee's breathing was growing heavy.
When Whumpee came closer to Handler, they were not afraid. When Whumpee looked at Handler with that look, they were not afraid. It wasn't until Whumpee started tearing them apart that they truly felt it.
Even when they begged and pleaded, even when they tried to get Whumpee off of them, even when the screams turned into nothing but the sound of choking on blood, Whumpee didn't stop.
When Whumpee had their fill, they rested.
And when they woke up, they waited for Handler to come check on them.
Judging by the blood and mess on the floor, Whumpee could infer that they'd eaten not too long ago. If they'd eaten, Handler had to check on them.
i really like how this is written. the foreshadowing and suspense of the repeated line 'handler was not afraid.' also the reveal of the boss' plan in the middle of the drabble rather than at the end adding another layer of suspense while reading. it's all set up for something terrible to happen.
then there's whumpee not even realizing what they've done by the end of it. so used to their routine that they sit and wait for handler even after what they've done. which brings us back to how whumpee's species is described from the beginning. is it true? is their species really inherently violent? was this happening inevitable?
i think this is a really interesting concept and would love to read any more ramblings you come up with <3
hello............. a whumpee who is deeply deeply unsettled by caretaker's disinterest in assaulting them. they don't want to be assaulted, but they know how to lie down and go away, let it happen, and it's something they know the other party can benefit from; if caretaker were assaulting them regularly, it would clarify a purpose that whumpee's presence serves for them. without that hard proof that they're maintaining any kind of utility, whumpee's skittish, has no way to reinforce their belonging or reassure themself that they're wanted here, has no idea how long it will be before caretaker's good will runs out (or what they'll finally take from whumpee when it does)
YES. YES!!!! oh i love this sort of thing. YES.
whumpee who doesn't know what they're for if they're not being sexually abused. this is just... they're racking up debt they have no way to repay. if they were being raped, if they were at least being touched, then they would be earning their place somehow. earning their care, their time. they're just going farther and farther into the red.
i have a fic i'm working on where the focal character, who's just escaped an ongoing situation where he's being sexually abused consistently for several months, after a previous experience earlier in his life, can't process the fact that the friends who he's staying with are just... willing to help him, support him, care for him. he especially struggles to understand their willingness to physically comfort and be affectionate with him. he sees his body, and this is something he thinks directly, as a thing that 'gets beaten or fucked.' and if they're not beating it or fucking it, he can't see why they'd want to hold that thing. and that's a mindset that is... devastating to his friends, but they're committed to helping him see how wrong that is.
