You can call me blurry, or b, or really anything you want I’m not picky. I’m an adult woman (over 25 so I stopped counting) and I have been interested in whump since I was a child like a lot of you! My friends and I used to pass notebooks back and forth writing stories together, and they’d always say “Do we have to keep writing the characters getting hurt?” to which I’d reply, “What else is there to write about?”
My favorite tropes (I will repeat and read them ad infinitum)
captivity
sadistic whumper
intimate whumper
masochistic whumpee
bad caretaker
carewhumping
medwhump
redroom
immortal whumpee (when I can find it)
gore (this is my favorite to read please give reccs 🙏)
sometimes nsfwhump
I have OCs!
And I love them very much please feel free to talk to me about them. I have some picrews of them posted and I’d love to commission art of them in the future.
Felix and The Man Masterlist:
Picrews
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Threadbare // Feed the Fire // Debut // Debut ii // Maintenance (Non-Percussive) // Insides Out // Christine // Buzzed // Water // Baseball // Falling Further // Someone Else // J
huge riotous thank you to suchprettypieces for helping me put that together (:
My ask box is always open.
I’m always excited to answer asks targeted at my chronically online, sadistic whumper, The Man, in character. It’s such a fun exercise for me. These answers are tagged as #the man is speaking
Sending asks to him does mean you consent to potentially be “lightly” threatened, insulted or spoken down to, possibly flirted with a little, etc. <3
Posts tagged with #the editor are about my spouse. I think he’s really funny so you have to deal with him too. He inspires a lot of my dialogue. I promise he’s not a murderer, we just like to play adult pretend. I am a real life masochist and that does impact my writing.
I follow and sometimes like or reblog from nsfw accounts. Minors please be safe in spaces like these and when in any doubt whatsoever: just wait until you’re old enough to interact!
If only it wasnt so stupidly risky to grab javi too... I want to see how hard felix would cry trying to plead for his boyfriends life.
Oh trust me, I fucking dream about this. That’s a mind break I don’t think he’d recover from. He’s already gone all dead-eyed for me, but imagine seeing that light flare up one more time, one final outpouring of whatever’s left over in there.
I don’t even think I’d let them touch each other once. I’d keep them both just out of reach, wait just long enough for them to recognize each other, just long enough for what’s happening to sink in, and then…
Who knows. Something brutal, something that could take all night. Fee’s bat is still down there in the corner somewhere. Start with the joints, work my way out and then back in—there’d be no shortage of pretty sounds.
Once everything but Fee goes quiet, I’d press my palm into the ground, in some of the fresher blood, so I could seal my hand over his mouth, tell him to kiss his lover goodbye.
I’d leave them both down there a night or two and keep the cam running while Felix fucking deteriorates.
*sighs dreamily* I wish I could swap places with Felix this isn’t fair
Oh, you sweet thing.
I’d definitely keep this message handy for when you change your mind. And I would change your mind. I’d make you read it over and over until the words didn’t even make sense to you anymore.
The grass is not greener. You’d never see the grass again.
(Newer viewer, didn't catch most of the Christine streams)
Did you ever bring someone else around Christine? Torture someone else in front of her? How did she react/ how do you think she would've?
Haaa,
I never did. My compulsion to do it now with Fee is somewhat regrettable. I just got lost in the moment, not really feeling like myself lately.
Maybe I should have. Thinking about it now, it would have been a lot of fun, and she would have hated it. I’d bet my bank account the jealousy would have torn her apart. I’d make sure it was another girl and I’d absolutely fawn over her, while ignoring Christine’s brand new kind of desperation while she tried to keep my attention on her.
Maybe I’d play into the idea of replacing her. I never would have, but how sweet and distraught would she be trying to prevent that from happening. Christine never got violent with me but I’d likely have to keep them reasonably separated. I have no idea what being forced to feel territorial over me would make her capable of. Definitely fun to think about.
Bleeding is one of ✨MY FAVOURITE✨ injury motifs to use. It's the OG signaller of whump, but it can honestly be pushed even further as a storytelling device.
First of all, blood is finite. There's a ticking clock built right into a injury that won't stop bleeding.
The way blood exits the body says a lot. It spurts under high pressure from an artery, pulsing in time with the injured party's heartbeat. From a major vein, it is heavy and continuous. It might be slower, but persistent and dangerous nonetheless.
And it looks different depending on what blood vessel was perforated. Blood from an artery (arterial blood contains a lot of oxygen) is bright red, venous blood is dark.
Depending on where someone is gashed, sliced or stabbed, they can bleed out in mere minutes, despite desperate hands pressed to the wound, or it can happen quietly over hours.
When the bleeding visible, it provides a ways to visibly increase the stakes. How people react to a visibly bleeding character says a lot about who they are, how they react in crisis, and even their relationship to the injured party.
In traige conditions, a medic or a caretaker can look at a Whumpee who is still alive, still struggling, and determine (in combination with other factors) from the colour and the force of the bleed whether they are salvageable or not. And the team MIGHT NOT AGREE.
Boom, drama right there.
Maybe Caretaker moves into comforting Whumpee, administering pain relief or sedatives, and team is like "WTF are you doing? SAVE THEM."
And bleeding might not always be visible. One might bleed into a chest or abdominal cavity, causing it's own set of problems.
Blood in the chest can start compressing the lung and compromise breathing. (Go read my OTHER whump obsession, about lungs hur hur hur)
The bleeding might be entirely invisible except for the systemic signs... pale, sweaty skin, confusion, rapid pulse, losing consciousness. A medic or caretaker can miss the signs if the situation is chaotic, and the Whumpee isn't signalling pain or discomfort.
Even the way that blood is spread over surfaces becomes a narrative point. Evidence of what happened.
A drag path where Whumper or Caretaker pulled Whumpee along the ground, or off surfaces where Whumpee tried to hold on.
It doesn’t even have to be someone else moving them. Gravity can do the job just fine. Walls where you see smears streaking down. Bloody fingerprints reducing in number as Whumpee lost their grip.
The blood around an unconscious body can tell the story of a desperate struggle, where the blood is smeared over a wide area, or it could tell of a body that went still, with an uninterrupted pool of blood spreading laterally. Maybe it’s because Whumpee lost consciousness, or maybe the remained awake but tried to stay still so as not to worsen the injury.
You can do the movie trope where they try to write the name of the person who caused them harm. Or you can see how they tried to help themself or others from the blood smears they leave behind on the body or triage supplies/gear.
Blood also changes as it clots. It becomes more viscous, thicker. Instead of running and dripping easily off an elbow, say, it may cling before dripping slowly. Instead of running or streaming down, it drags and breaks, and might even stop mid run.
And blood doesn’t clot evenly. It dries at the surface and at the edges. And if movement causes fresh bleeding, the fresh blood can run over the old.
Clotting and coagulation is a sign of time passing. The longer a person has been bleeding, the tackier and stickier the blood.
And blood tests can also provide certain information that could build a picture of abuse, neglect or torture.
Starvation or malnutrition doesn’t just show up as visible emaciation, but also in blood imbalances and anemia.
Repeated blood loss or injury can cause low iron / hemoglobin.
Drugs or poisons that have been ingested show up in toxicology scans.
They may not be conclusive on their own, but taken into consideration with other results, they can reveal an incriminating pattern of abuse and/or torture.
Imagine the moment Caretaker or medic pulls the lab results. Suddenly the reason for low energy or low affect has a completely different story.
Aaaaand, I think that’s it… I think I’ve finally yapped myself dry of blood-related trivia.
Please be reminded, I have no medical background AT ALL! All of this came from a brief period of hyperfixation. Assume everything I’ve said is a lie and do your own research! My intention is merely to inspire more stories where blood is used as a narrative device.
If you’re a nurse/doctor/emt who can correct anything I’ve written or add your own detail, please let me know.
Okay I can see how my question can be misinterpreted, my bad, I’ll be more specific. I meant it as is there anything you have done to someone that you didn’t end up liking in one way or another or/also something you just don’t often do to someone, it’s just not the first thing you go to/think of
Oh, darlin’, you’re getting flustered. You’re cute when you over explain. Sure, sure I see what you mean.
Outside of some unique exceptions, I don’t care for fucking them, or really any sexual contact with them at all. Seems a little too on the nose for this whole power imbalance thing. It’s not out of any virtue or decency so hold your applause. I genuinely get disgusted by them shockingly fast. Even the pretty ones.
I promise you the torture is more intimate and satisfying than any sex I could force myself to inflict.
