Of all the creatures that were made, man is the most detestable

A whump blog specifically for whump of supernatural / evil creatures; demons, werewolves, vampires, and villains in general. || Requests are open. || This blog, when active, operates mainly on a queue, and posts 4 times per day.

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Wow, I haven’t been on this blog in uh.. A while. I doubt I will be for a while still either, but we’ll see. I’ve been soured on a lot of tumblr because of it removing ‘readmores’ on asks. :( I don’t know if that’s been fixed yet.

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chordsofimagination replied to your post: I’ve been thinking up a small somewhat whump...

That sounds awesome! Could you link us to it if you do?

Oh yes, most definitely! I’d probably do a link for each chapter, every time it updates.

For now, I’m brainstorming a title as well as some character names. 

I do know at the moment that the main character, our demon friend, is going to be male. I’m leaning towards a female lead scientist, and probably an additional male lead scientist as well, because I’m indecisive. 

It’s definitely going to be something.

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I’ve been thinking up a small somewhat whump story. Might post it to AO3 Anonymously, if I end up doing anything with it.

Summary; evil supervillain demon (most likely some leader of Fantasy Hell, since I don’t want it to take place on Earth), lab studies, and some vengeful scientific ‘cut it open and see how it works’ torture from one of head scientists affected by said demon. 

Mostly would probably write it as stress relief.

Thoughts?

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The beast trots the halls of the building. Waiting, waiting.. Waiting for what, they don’t know, but the idea of leaving scares them. The feeling of fear when they saw daylight peek through the boards on the windows, nailed up by people long ago on the outside of the building, it was perhaps the most intense emotion they’d ever felt.

Why did the outside scare so much? Why did the sun disturb them? Who were they, again? What were they? Perhaps they were the hands they saw. Perhaps they were that husk of a creature on the floor they passed by every so often.

All they knew was that outside was dangerous.

And they so badly wanted someone, something to come in, so they could wrap their fingers around a creature and squeeze it tight enough so it could never leave.. They were so lonely, it was so maddening.

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Could you maybe do some prompts regarding werewolves and silver? (Knives, collars, etc, im not picky! ^-^)

Sure! Here’s a few prompts I’ve thought up off the top of my head regarding werewolves.

The werewolf has been taking countless victims in the night, but by day, they are just the sweetest person you could ever imagine. They bake bread for the town, they help children with their work, and they are just the picture perfect citizen. But the town is losing too many people to this werewolf, and nobody can figure out who it is.

A werewolf hunter is hired one day, by one of the terrified and angry townspeople. The hunter is charmed by the baker, who feeds the hunter, helps the hunter, and always points the hunter to the scene of the crime but not to the murderer. How could they? They were just a simple baker, after all. 

“You are beautiful,” the hunter would admire, “why do you not have a mirror to admire yourself with?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the money to afford one.” The baker would reply, and the hunter would hand them a small handheld one. The baker took care to not touch the glass, as to not smudge it.

“Think of it as a token of me, and kiss it when you are lonely.” The hunter had invited.

Days passed, people dwindled, and the werewolf’s rampage through the moons was not a single time stopped. The hunter’s incompetence had them shooed, and the town descended upon itself, fighting and arguing with who the wolf in man’s skin could be. The baker looked into their mirror, distantly, wistfully, thinking of things they could be doing. 

The baker was elbowed amongst the crowd, having held the mirror too close to their face and being too short, smashed the small thing into their face. The glass cracked upon their nose and they’d screamed as it’d cut into their face, a blue sulfur-smelling glow flickering from the lacerations. 

The broken mirror was dropped, and the town turned their eye upon the baker, who backed, then snarled like a cornered, angry dog. 

-

A wolf, hunted together through the night with their twin. They were young, not too young to be helpless but too young to know the world, truly, in their adult years. They fed ruthlessly on livestock, cows and sheep found to be alive one night to be gouged and drained of life the next.

They were young, perhaps reckless, and that was their fall, in retrospect. A farmer who’d had enough of their merciless tyrade against the poorest folk of the kingdom took up arms through the night, waiting, hoping for a proper shot at vengeance. It was more than just the farmer’s pride, or that particular one’s wellbeing. It was to destroy a menace.

They were an ex-soldier, fighting creatures of the night. They would not stand for evil in the land of the poor.

The twins worked together at times, but after fights, would not. That night of all nights was one where only one had ventured off by themselves. They did not see clearly, hazed with anger, and fought thoughtlessly when the farmer had shot them, over, and over, and over again with silver-tipped arrows. The farmer watched as the creature lumbered, falling over after a good shot to the legs.

Perhaps, they went a bit too far on how many arrows sunk into the creature’s flesh. But that didn’t matter, there were still more left in the quiver.

Their howls of agony went unheard, but the premonition of danger had reached their sibling hours much too late, when their twin had failed to return to their meeting place.

The twin found their other gouged, skinned, and dead when they’d ran to the farm. They’d howled in remorse, and they’d caught the attention of a farmer cleaning off their arrows.

-

To keep a werewolf is a hard and harsh task. Some divisions have taken to collars, spiked on the inside to pierce through the dog’s thick neck and giving them undue amounts of agony.

Such a thing couldn’t kill a werewolf, far more was required. Whenever the creature returned to their ‘human’ form, it hung loosely, then, around the creature. 

Most who faced such a treatment were those interned, kept by police for questioning or for community service. Those that faced such a treatment were expected to be grateful they were not dead.

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I just unfollowed uh.. Just about everyone I’d followed on impulse when I started this blog, lol. If anyone has any good blog recs that you think I should follow, leave them in the replies, maybe?

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Just logged back into this account. Saw I had over 100 followers somehow? Thanks.

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This is good stuff!

Thank you. I find there’s not a lot of whump out there that particularly caters to this niche. I’d mostly made this for myself, I didn’t expect others to enjoy it too.. Knowing they do, though, is really nice.

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“What!? Why can’t I use the [Magical Mcguffin]!?”

“Well, you see, [Villain],” the hero staggered to their feet, pointing their sword at the slightly-distant fiend, “it’s powered off love and friendship! Neither of which you have!”

The villain’s face dropped immediately and there was a swath, awkward silence as the [Magical Mcguffin] dropped to the floor. The villain’s eyes welled up, their lip trembled, and they suddenly began to weep unceremoniously.

“Dude.. Not cool.” 

The sidekick ‘tsked. The hero reluctantly lowered their sword and scratched the back of their head as the villain’s sobbing got more melodramatic. The sidekick had produced a box of tissues and was already marching over in order to make sure the battle could continue smoothly and with as little emotional breakdowns as possible.

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Spin off: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21573571/chapters/51434479#workskin

I hadn’t seen this, no! I find this enjoyable, though I think I would enjoy it more if I knew, 100%, that the vampire deserved what they were getting on a personal level (i.e the vampire explicitly having done bad things rather than them getting beat up for just being a vampire). Still enjoyable! Making the vampire drag themselves across the floor for blood.. Man oh man.

I wanted to wait until I read this to respond, though! I think it’s pretty good.

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The demon loves the angel, but it’s wholly one sided. A perverted obsession, one could say, masochistic as the demon presses their black hide to the holy wings and flaming rings, uncaring of the singes and insanity the fighting angel inflicts on them.

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The hero pushing the villain off a tall castle wall, down into the villain’s own moat filled with starved crocodiles / sharks. The hero can’t watch, but they hear the splash, the screams, and the trashing.

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“We’re hardly different, you and I.”

“I won, you lost. That’s a difference.”

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Honestly, whenever a cartoonish villain gets grabbed by the more serious / stronger one and there’s just a squeaky toy noise, I love that stuff. That’s always so funny to me.

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The supervillain has a set of extremely overly-magnificent armor, spikey, dark, all that a villain would ever need for their set to look intimidating and foreboding. A true dark lord. However, as more comes off or is removed by the hero in their dramatic fight, the hero notices the delipidated and thin body underneath, veins glowing with magic— or something of that like— to keep their body going underneath what most likely had to be tens of pounds of armor.

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The hero finds out the villain is deathly afraid of something seemingly minute (i.e water, thunder, some specific plant, a cute animal) and decides that since the villain was so keen on tormenting them, it’s time for a little little taste test of the villain’s own medicine.

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“You’re hardly different from an animal now.”

“...”

“Where’s all that venom and fight, [Villain]?”