I'm Writing Whump Now I Guess

Rissa || 24 || she/they || This is a side-blog of wryssabyssal

[brutal-nemesis]

We’re in The News

The Onion has personally attacked the whump community with this one I’m 😳

PLEASE read the full article it’s the funniest fucking thing

“I love digging into some Ben and Jerry’s and zoning out in front of Alex weeping for me to let him go” IM CRYING

[radiowhump]

Go read it! It’s great!!! 

[mickeymckeown]

They’ve found us! Everybody scatter!

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

For the one word prompt: ‘rocking chair’ (with a creepy whumper, pleeease!) 🙏🏻

So, I might had gone a little overboard with the creepy whumper and... well... this is the result. Full warning, I had to write this with a wall at my back and a closed door I could see... I also really don’t like that they named themselves (and yes; I mean all of them) 

Fair warning friends... Halloween came early

CW: restraints, drugging, slight cursing, creepy

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“Oh, I just love nights like this, don’t you dear?” Rose Stewart looked out on the garden and adjusted her shawl. Bethany had made it for her years ago, knit with soft cotton to drape the elderly lady’s shoulders with a soft eggshell blue. The fringe tickled the edge of her fingers, spotted with age and honest work, now rendered still and painful with arthritis. She took a deep breath of the sweet night air.

“Watching the sky change colors. Papa always told me that God’s final gift to artists was to paint the sunset every night. Hmm. Just beautiful tonight. And the Tuberose flowers will be blooming around this time of year. Ever since I was a little girl, I would always beg Mama and Papa to stay up and smell the night flowers. Don’t they smell sweet, dearie?”

Peter raised his head to look at the old woman who sat in the rocking chair on the wizened porch. His head was still fuzzy and rolling from the medication she slipped in the tea she offered him. He twisted in the ropes that bound him to the rail column.

How long was he out? It was getting late evening, so his boss must have noticed that he was missing. It was just supposed to be a home call; a check in from social services.

“Please, Mrs. Stewarts-“

“Please honey, call me Mrs. Rose.” Her voice was as sweet as any grandmother, eyes not focused on Peter. Instead, her hazel eyes drifted just over his shoulder and stayed there. His back was facing the open country, porch railing keeping him from turning his shoulders.

It wasn’t the first time she had looked over his shoulder. The same shoulder. Her eyes would focus far in the distance, and a soft smile would grace her face.

Peter told himself that there was nothing in the garden behind him in the twilight.

“Mrs. Rose,” he corrected, words slurring a little. “I need to go home. I just came to check up on you and make sure that you’re alright. You missed some doctor’s appointments and they’re worried.”  

She smiled and finally looked away, turning her head to the corn field.

“Oh, I know. No one ever comes to visit anymore. How can I summon the Stalk Man if no one comes to visit me?”

Chills like long fingers ran up Peter’s spine His exposed spine.

“I-I’m Sorry? Who?”

Rose Stewart’s eyes met his and be tugged at the ropes again, a little more frantically this time.

“The Stalk Man, of course dear. He always comes here to gather his crop.” Her eyes drifted back over his shoulder.

She’s off her meds. That’s it. She missed her appointment and her prescription ran out. There’s no one out here in the countryside…. 20 miles out of town…. At dusk.

“His, his crop? The corn?” He asked. Just buy time, just buy time. They’ve noticed you haven’t gotten back to the office by now. They’ve pulled your case load and they’re on their way. Just buy time.

Rose rocked for a moment, lopsided smile on her face. She laughed, sweet and hauntingly toneless.

“Oh no. What use would the Stalk Man have with corn? No, his first was little Bethany, then the neighbor boy Daniel. Papa used to hire farm hands, and the Stalk Man would reap them too.”

A caw of a crow broke the fading light and Peter jumped.

“Oh, dearie that was just a little ole Jackdaw. They’re nothing to jump at.”

Peter looked up at her with a look of what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Rose didn’t seem to mind. She tugged the shawl closer and looked back out to the cornfield.

“Then Papa sold the field to Mr. Darrels. We thought the Stalk Man reap from him, but he stayed. Next was Wyatt, then his wife Anne. A little bit later he took Mama, and then Papa.”

The moon was rising, cresting over the stalks that started to sway in the still summer air.

“Then he came for me.”

Peter’s heart beat in his chest and threatened to jump out of his throat. His back arched away from the darkness behind him, instinct reacting to something he couldn’t see.

Rose looked back over his shoulder into the night.

“They always come back for their own.”

[ukulelekatie]

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

[boxfullofwhump]

Whumplr Intro

Hello! I’m Rissa (or Wryssa because it’s more fun to spell it like that). I reside somewhere in the endless corn and soybean fields that is the Midwest USA, and I’m 24, use she/they pronouns, and am a recent college graduate (aka I’m Wandering Aimlessly as I try to figure out what to do with things and life). I’m not particularly good at starting conversations online, but I’m always happy to talk or answer asks just as long as I don’t have to force myself through the mortifying ordeal of initiating contact I’m fine.

I stumbled across whump prompts while looking for writing prompts earlier this year. I then found @fairybean101 and @ashintheairlikesnow‘s box boy/girl stories, fell down that gloriously written rabbit hole for a few months while I binge read their work and discovered others’ writings, and decided to try my own hand at building something in the Box Boy/WRU sandbox. My writing experience is ... rusty, and tended more towards roleplaying pre-existing characters in the past, so I can only hope this experiment goes well and if updates are sloooow it’s because I’m doubting myself sorry

I think my favorite aspect is the hurt/comfort aspect of the box boys, who are trained to turn to their owners for comfort even as their hurting them. But I also just enjoy the general psychological pandora’s box of potential. I don’t really have any hard limits in terms of topics I’ll write if the characters go in that direction, but I might reject prompts/suggestions if they’re too far out of my ability to write them authentically and responsibly (especially if I don’t have time to research). I’m also not opposed to supernatural elements; although, I don’t have anything like that planned at the moment.

CW Below for Scaring/Burning mention and human pet/slavery ideas

I suck at updating and am slow at writing (especially since I’m working full time), but I do have two specific ideas fermenting away in this skull of mine: the whump potential of wood burning kits for scarification and Emotional Support Pets (aka WRU’s version of an ESA/emotional support animal).

I might flesh out the ESPs as a new classification of box boy (like a specialized variation of Platonic box boys for rich, sheltered college kids or as a special line of refurbished box boys). I want to follow this idea through a couple different perspectives, because I think that ESAs (the real, animal kind) are an important tool for those living with mental health issues and I don’t want to treat the topic too trivially or over simplify it.

[sola-whumping]

Whumper weekly, Pet series: Renaming

Renaming: Renaming your pet helps remove their sense of identity, which is perfect for dehumanization. Here are a few options on what to call your pet rather than using their old name:

A preferred human name

A name typically given to animals, like Spot

Pet names, like Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Beautiful, Angel, Gorgeous and Lovey. This option works alone or as a combination with the above two

You can even remove their name entirely and call them by impersonal terms such as Pet, Dog, Boy, or Girl instead.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Red is also a good pet name!

[maniacal-ramblings]

Whump Writing Cheats

Want to write whump? Not sure how to get started? Here are a few whump writing cheats that make things easier! Feel free to add your cheats in reblogs!

Whumpee waking up. Has the character been drugged, beaned over the head, collapsed from exhaustion, does it matter? No one needs to know how, just what happens next! Have that whumpee regain consciousness dazed and confused, already tied up, and dive right in homies. 

Blindfolds. Not only are blindfolds lovely, but they remove the main sensory input for you to describe. Not sure who your whumper is? Blindfold. Not even sure where they are? Blindfold. This lets you focus on only dialog and touch descriptions and avoid the temptation to over describe visuals. 

Gags. Not sure what your whumpee would say? Can’t think of any witty comebacks? Gag ‘em. 

Start with Dialogue: “You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping…” “Hello, my dear.” “Have you missed me?” - Starting with dialogue lets you hook readers asap and helps get you over that ‘opening line’ road block. 

End on Dialogue: “We’re going to have so much fun together.” “Oh, how I’ve missed you pet.” “We are just getting started.”- Same as before, ending with some nicely worded dialogue leaves us hanging on the edge of our seats, aching for more! Perfect for when you don’t know where to go next!

[carousel-of-memories]

“ Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? ”

— Charles Bukowski (The Post Office)

[talkmagically]

This is the best explanation I could come up with for why it takes me so long to do updates sometimes when, at other times, I’m typing them up like clockwork.

[apollosflamingchariot]

also this:

[sauntering-down]

facts.

[p1013]

I’m like this with my original fiction, too.

[tzikeh]

You guys forgot this one:

[ladyataralasse]

Accurate AF

Also this entire thought process:

[image credit  Emily Chapman ]

[royallyanxious]

I always reblog this post when it appears on my dash. It’s like a reunion with an old friend that understands you.

[alleged-knight]

Sometimes, whole story is planned out in your head, you keep on planning it out then you look at where you’re about to write and it’s all gone, then loss of motivation hits

[crescendo-for-survival]

one word ideas for when you’re feeling stuck

A aeipathy (n.) - an enduring and consuming passion aleatory (n.) - relying on chance or an uncontrolled element in the details of life or in the creation of art alharaca (spanish, n.) - an extraordinary or violent emotional reaction to a small issue anacampserote (n.) - something that can bring back a lost love antiscians (n.) - people who live on opposite sides the world, “whose shadows at noon are cast in opposite directions” áoyè // 熬夜 (chinese, n.) - to pull an all-nighter   appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond aranyhíd (hungarian, n) - “the golden bridge”; the reflection of the sun as it shines on water aspectabund (adj.) - letting or being able to let expressive emotion show easily through one’s face and eyes asterismos (n.) - “marking with stars”; a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow aswium // 아쉬움 (korean, n.) - the mingled feeling of disappointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory situation atermoiements (french, n.) - distractions or hesitations leading to procrastination avos’ // авось (russian, n.) - blind trust in sheer luck

B balter (v.) - to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss bilita mpash (bantu, n.) - the opposite of a nightmare; not merely a good dream, but a blissful state where all is forgiven and forgotten brontide (n.) - the low rumble of distant thunder brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog b’shirt // באשַערט (yiddish, n.) - “destiny”; referring to the seeking of a person who will complement you and whom you will complement perfectly

Keep reading

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I might have some microfiction in me this weekend…

Pick a word from the list and we’ll see what comes to my mind!

Please include the definition if you can so I don’t keep clicking back to scroll and look each word up. Request for a specific OC or OCs if you like but I might use a different one if a different spark hits!

[boxfullofwhump]

Need a Little Challenge

Disclaimer: I’m still very new to writing/posting whump, so I may miss some tags and/or warnings as I’m learning. I try to be thorough, but if I missed something (or there’s just something you want me to tag specifically), please send me a message! I want this to be a safe experience for everyone.

CW: pet whump, box boy whump, blood (briefly implied), needles, needles under nails/nail torture, human slavery, conditioning. A little whump drabble inspired by an unfortunate sewing accident I had the other day. Continues with OCs from my Pretty Little Secret.

“Again.”

“Y-yes, sir.” Lyall's right hand shook as he picked up another needle. His left hand, prickling with several needles already deep under the skin, was planted firmly on the wood of the table. He stared at the slivers of silver, everything in him screaming not again. But it would be so much worse if he didn't obey.

Master Sorin didn't even look up from his book while Lyall lined the needle up and threaded it through the skin above his knuckles. But Lyall made no attempt to hide the harsh whimpering breaths or the tears from him. The back of his hand was ridged from wrist to knuckle with the impression of three dozen needles beneath the skin, their ends a glittering counterpoint along either side. Maybe if his pain pleased Master Sorin enough he would just let it end.

“Again,” Sorin sighed as he turned a page. There was a pause. “And place them between the fingers from now on, my dear.”

“Yes, sir.” Lyall shuddered, but reached for the next needle. Again. And Again. And again, each one a sharp new ache that grew until he had three needles between each finger and his shoulders jumped with quiet sobs. But with each needle, Lyall was thankful it wasn't worse today.

Master Sorin was more interested in his book than his pain today.

Sorin glanced up briefly to examine the silver and crimson mess on his table. Lyall flinched as the book was shut with a snap, and he felt himself begin shake harder. Under heavy grey eyes, he whimpered again. Master Sorin smiled at him and brushed tears from his cheeks. “It's about time I made dinner. But it would be a shame to bring your fun to an end, don't you think?”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” Lyall forced the agreement out, leaning into the gentle touch.

“So, I'll leave you with a challenge. If you win, then we'll clean your wounds, and I'll let you rest on the couch for the rest of the night.” Sorin spoke with deceptive cheer. “If you lose, however, then I'll take the pleasure of placing the needles in more interesting places until I grow bored. Sound fair?”

“Yes, Master Sorin,” he agreed automatically, chilled at the threat. “W-what challenge would you like me to do?”

“I'll show you.” Sorin lifted Lyall's needle-laden hand, pressing painfully on the metal to force a new whine from Lyall as he plucked one of the needles from between the pinkie and ring finger. Holding the pinkie finger in a firm grip, Sorin flashed a grin at his pet just before he struck with the point.

Pain, white hot and throbbing exploded under the nail, and Lyall couldn't contain the scream. The needle was sticking halfway out from under the nail, and it throbbed-burned-ached all at once until it was all Lyall could focus on. Sorin let Lyall jerk his hand away and cradle it as tightly as he dared. But then, soft fingers tilted Lyall's chin up. He sobbed as he leaned into Sorin's hand and looked up to meet the sadistic pleasure in his gaze.

“Your challenge, darling, is to repeat that with the other four fingers of that hand before I finish making dinner.” He stroked Lyall's face as he continued. “Of course, if I come out to find that you've tried to cheat by not placing the needles deep enough... well, I don't have to tell you what happens, now do I?”

“N-n-n-no, S-sir,” Lyall gasped between sobs, despair shaking him as much as the shuddering breaths. But he still chased after the gentle touch when Sorin gave him one last pat before striding off to the kitchen. Sorin turned back slightly at the door.

“Oh, and pet? Leave all the needles in place until I come back to check your work.”

The box of needles sat heavy on the table while Lyall stared at them and clutched his pinkie finger tightly. The pain beat with his pulse around that one needle, and Lyall couldn't imagine doing that to himself. But the phrase “more interesting places” echoed in his head, bringing new shudders to his quaking hands. Completing the challenge wouldn't be as bad as failing it, he reasoned with himself over and over....and he didn't know how much time he really had.

With a renewed sob, Lyall picked up another needle. From the kitchen, Sorin Montegomery hummed happily and kept count of the screams.

[tiredonewithscars-deactivated20]

By Canis-Infernalis.

I am fucking tired

I can't

No no no

[blackthxrntree]

@spiritspodcast

[maniacal-ramblings]

Box Boy Multiverse

(blanket tws for: Modern Slavery. Pet Whump. Implied Non-con. Brainwashing. Dehumanization.) 

The mysterious Whumpees-R-Us offers top of the line pets, perfectly trained to suit and serve your every need. With full customization options available, including hair, eye color, body type, and skillset, you’ll never believe this pet existed before they existed for you. 

Acquisition, selection, and training processes are of course perfect ethical, humane, and performed according to the most stringent standards. All our pets are acquired through fully legal channels and are consenting adults looking to escape difficult life circumstances and get a fresh start being cared for by celebrities and discerning clients of a certain means. After all, no one else can afford them. 

And, of course, there is absolutely nothing shady happening beneath the surface. (by @ashintheairlikesnow​)

Whumpees-R-Us OP @sweetwhumpandhellacomf gave me the okay to make a Box Boy Multiverse Masterpost. So if you are interested in other box boy content, you can find some of the other blogs posting it! Pretty much all box boy content can be found under the #box boy. UPDATE: 5/5/2020 I am sorry to say the The Masterlist is being retired, due to the fact I am not active enough to keep updating it with all the new additions. The current list will stay on my account but wont be updating it any longer. I am very sorry if you were not included! 

(Listed Alphabetically)

@albino-whumpee; Zarai & Albus (Albino Box Boy)

@aplaceforwhump ​; Walter 125351 (Newly Graduated Box Boy)

@arcane-trolls; Haliet & 827563 (Livestream Homestuck Cross Over)

@ashintheairlikesnow ; Erase to Control (Box Boy Kauri + Whumpees-R-Us Question’s Answered.)

@caddy-whump-us ; BoxxyBoyz Message Board (Social Media Series)

@deluxewhump​; Z2 & The Fraternity (Frat House Box Boy)

@endless-whump; Markus & Luca (Refurbished Box Boy)

@fairybean101; Eli & Kiera (Box Babe Rescue)

@fallingstormphoenix; London & Max (Christmas Box Boy)

@haro-whumps; Ren & Soren (Former Friend Box Boy Order)

@icymontages; Box Babe Katie (Box Babe and WRU Training)

@imagination1reality0; Kenzi (BoxBabe)

@just-horrible-things ​: Mina’s Huge Surprise (Youtuber Series)

@justtorturethings; Unboxing by Lizzie (Youtuber Series)

@lowkeywhump​; Smump ‘n Whump (Magical Creature Boxies)

@my-whumpy-little-heart : Defective (Whumpee Barn Spin-Off)

@one-lonely-whumperfly; Tolle & Knock Off Box Boys (”Knock off” Spin-Off)

@pepperonyscience; Unwanted (BB Unwanted by New Owner)

@redstainedsocks The Pet Store Pet (Pet Store Spin-Off)

@rotfern; Oliver & 712271 (Box Boy Bought For Oliver)

@shameless-whumper ; Colton & The Host (Youtuber Series + Whumpees-R-Us Question’s Answered. ) 

@spiffythespook ; TrueCrime Talker (Cross Over)

@sweetwhumpandhellacomf ; Gamer Cowgirl Gets A Pet (Youtuber/Virtual Reality Series)

@thewhumpwolf; Hawk & Mouse (Box Boy & Video Series)

@thewhumpwolf; The Underground Arena (Battle Boy Spin-Off)

@to-hurt-and-comfort; Unwanted (Abandoned Box Boy) 

@untilthepainstarts; Return to Sender (Box Boy Delivered to Wrong Address)

@voidwhump ; Parker’s New Pet (Lab Grown Pet Spin-Off)

@whomp-whump; Box Family (Box Boy with Two Owners)

@whoomph-whump; Abel (Becoming a Box Boy)

@whumpallday; Box Boy Comparison (Youtube Series)

@whump-a-roo; Frozen (Found Box Boy)

@whump-it; The Collection Box (BBM Spinoff)

@whumpersketch; MarissaBlogs (Box Babe Youtube Series)

@whumpersworld; Kneeel (Alternative Company Spin-Off) 

@whumptimebabey; Gaurd Box Boy

@whumping-whumpees; Marcello (“Training” a Box Boy)

@whumpity–whump–whump; Agent Kate (Government Scandal + Box Boy Jesse)

@wittlevirgilsanders; Stephanie & The Boys (Box Boy Rescue + Expose)

[whumpster-dumpster]

Disdainful Dialogue Prompts

- “You’re pathetic.”

- “Don’t touch me.”

- “You’re so stupid.”

- “I can’t stand you.”

- “You’re disgusting.”

- “You make me sick.”

- “You’re such a freak.”

- “What a waste of space.”

- “I can’t even look at you.”

- “You’re not worth my time.”

- “I hate everything about you.”

- “You’re such an embarrassment.”

- “Is there anything you’re good for?”

[boxfullofwhump]

Pretty Little Secret

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing/posting whump, so I may miss some tags and/or warnings as I’m learning. I tried to be thorough, but if I missed something (or there’s just something you want me to tag specifically), please send me a message! I want this to be a safe experience for everyone.

CW: pet whump, box boy whump, death of abuser (referenced, not graphic), blood (briefly implied), knives, references to past conditioning, kidnapping stealing?

Also, this foray into whump writing and the box boy multiverse is all thanks to @ashintheairlikesnow​‘s awesome writing!

“Well, well, what is this?”

The stranger, knife still dripping, stepped closer to where Lyall had been sleeping. He crouched by the foot of the bed, and Lyall could only whimper again as he was pinned under the intruder's night-dark eyes.

It had been the first whimper that gave him away. His sleeping spot on the floor – The perfect place for a pet, his Master had told him – was wreathed in shadows. If only he had stayed quiet... But Master was- He was-

“Our friend was keeping quite the pretty little secret, wasn't he?” the man mused, still staring at him. One long finger tapped the flat of the blade, his gaze flickering from where Lyall knelt to Master's form on the bed. Lyall could only stare at the knife with green eyes that glistened in the dark, grief and fear too heavy in his mind to tackle the question.

The man tilted his head.

“If I was being practical, I would just leave you here to take the fall.” The words were soft, almost gentle to Lyall's ears, but the man's eye sparked with something heavier, something painfully familiar. “But I think …Hmm,  yes, I think I'll keep you, pet, just to see what the fuss is all about.”

The man rose with a suddenness that made Lyall flinch back into his bedding. Keep him? Tears finally spilled over onto Lyall's cheeks, and the whimper became the wheeze of a sob. Master was, was- Master was dead.

Without your owner, you'll be miserable and alone.

The conditioned mantra filtered through his mind as Lyall released another sob. The man just made a tsk sound of impatience, snapping his fingers and pointing to his feet.

“Come here,” the man ordered, low and sure. Lyall was moving before his brain processed the command, and he found himself kneeling at the stranger's feet. He gazed up, and up, and up until he found the man's face, tears running down his own. The man wiped a single tear away, and Lyall's head tilted instinctively to chase the gentle contact. “You'll have plenty of time for this later,” the man said, in the fake-gentle way again. “But until then, you will stay absolutely silent, and you will follow me... I don’t think I need to elaborate on the possible consequences if you disobey me. You do understand, don’t you, little pet?”

“Y- yes, sir,” Lyall forced out. He didn't want to follow this man that wasn't his Master; he wanted to scream and cry and rage. He wanted to grieve and celebrate and run, all at once. But he couldn’t disobey an order, and even if he wanted to, the chaos of losing the man he lovehatedadoreddespised made it impossible to fight the compulsion. Instead, a numbness crept through him, leaving Lyall chilled and blank.

The fog made obeying so much easier.

When the man turned from the bed and began an easy lope towards the door, Lyall scrambled to his feet, and he obeyed.