Short Cut - Whumper suggests he and Whumpee cut through the woods.
Failed Escape - Fearing for his life, Whumpee tries to escape his captivity, only for Whumper to drag him back.
The Laundry Room ** - Whumpeeâs frustrations with being kidnapped hit a boiling point.
Heat Stroke - Whumper forces Whumpee to walk home in the desert heat.
Role Reversal *** - Whumpee turns the tables on Whumper and finds himself in the position of power.
Help Me - Whumpee is denied medical treatment.
Thesis Project - Whumpee volunteers to take part in an experiment to impress his crush.
The Table - Whumpee thinks he's the exception to the rule. He's not.
A Tough Lesson to Learn - Caretaker has gotten too close to Whumpee, Whumperâs personal bloodbag. The vampire master teaches his charge a lesson.
Hands Up - Whumpee managed to steal a gun, and backs Whumper into a corner.
Unexpected Visit** - Whumpee receives a late night visit from his old fuck buddy, Whumper. It takes a while for him to realize just how much Whumper has changed..... (vampire whumper/human whumpee)
Scream If You Want - Whumpee is holding out on Whumper...
Hunger - Whumpee is starving.
Merciless - Vampire Whumper attacks Caretaker.
Series:
Brutal Honesty - Part 1
Whumpee is held for ransom, and time is almost up.
Brutal Honesty - Part 2
Brutal Honesty - Part 3
Went Too Far - Part 1
Went Too Far - Part 2
The Price of Mercy***
Prompts:
Taunting Whumpee
Carewhump Prompts
Human Whumper / Vampire Whumpee
Intimate Whumper dialogue***
Intimate Whumper dialogue 2***
Feeding Whumpee
Noncon Whumper dialogue***
Forced Body Modification dialogue
Contextless dialogue
NSFW dialogue***
Nibbles:
(Like tiny prompts)
x - Do what's right
x - Feed him
x - Visit
x - Scared
x - Care
Miscellaneous:
Interview with Whumper and Whumpee***
(also, hey, if you run through this list and like 5+ posts please do consider following me, I post regularly! thank you!)
someone sent me a badge! omg! I'm so out of touch with tumblr's features that I truly didn't realize this was a thing.
thank you anonymous, lovely person! you certainly don't need to spend any of your hard-earned dollars on me but I am so incredibly flattered. I've got my lil typewriter, and I shall wear it with honor. :3
Do you have any writing tips for new whump writers (â ïŒâ ^â Ïâ ^â ïŒ
read, a LOT. this is the most sure fire way to improve your writing. poetry and short stories are my personal favorites, because authors illustrate a lot of detail without using too many words.
use language that's easy to read. don't use too many descriptors. ex, "piercing eyes" vs "his eyes were cold blue, icey, like the underside of an iceberg." it ultimately is up to you on how you want to build your story and your personal language but choosing specific adjectives and verbs will make your writing easier to comprehend. pare your language down as much as possible. sometimes it's easier to do this in the editing phase.
write now. make it pretty later. and fucking finish it, no matter how long it takes. fifteen half-baked ideas do not equal one completed product. gather ideas as you go, but keep it to bullet points.
be organized.
be inspired by EVERYTHING.
look for ideas in art. music you like. could be paintings, fan art. sometimes I watch anime or read manga/manwhas to get an idea for how I want actions to progress in my own stories.
and look.. my ultimate advice is to put good work into what you write. good work means you put TIME into it. read over what you wrote a million times, over the course of several days with fresh eyes. if you're satisfied, publish it and don't look back.
I am so humbled you came to me asking for advice :3 you have no idea how good that makes me feel. I'm excited to read what you come up with!!
hey miss/bro, im not really sure how to put this but you write like, really elegant noncon?
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THANK YOU!!!! I'm like, if you're gonna do it, might as well make it artistic yet gratuitous yaknow.
hate to say it but it's my highkey favorite whump topic... I'm so glad you enjoy bc obviously it's not everyone's cup of tea. I've got so many new ideas cooking in my brain!
just wanted to say that your writing is soooo good! Literal eye candy and the drabbles you do just scratch an itch that everything else canât
you are one of the best whump writers out here, keep up the amazing work
Take care <3
thank you so much!! these praises really fuel me to keep going <3 ngl, I've hit a wall recently with work stuff and a big move to another state (hence the silence on my end) but I'm really hoping to get back to it soon.
I adore you, I hope you have an amazing weekend :~)
these lil notes bring me such joy. thank you for taking the time to write this, stranger. I hope something made you smile today! sadistically or otherwise
hello! question: what are your favorite ways (or any other ways you can think of) that a character gets kidnapped?
im working on a story and want some fresh ideas and inspiration.
thank you!! :D
heya bones, I got you! here's a couple ideas I brainstormed up:
Whumpee is invited to a raging party thrown by a friend. In the midst of the chaos, no one notices him slumped against the wall, trying to pretend he doesnât exist. When they found out he went missing the next morning, the friend acts confused. They didnât remember Whumpee attending the party at all...Â
Whumpee is overworked and exhausted. After working a closing shift on his own, he gets his first moment to breathe all night. He enjoys the walk home until he feels the barrel of a gun press to the back of his neck. The man forces him to swallow a handful of pills, and drags him into the alley.
Whumpee answered the door to a stranger. Then he woke up here. Thatâs all he can remember.
Whumpee gets lured out of his hiding spot using some kind of bait. (an old friend? drugs? food?)
Somebody Whumpee trusts invites him over to their place. He doesnât realize heâll never get to leave.
feel free to use/expand on any of these ofc, I'd love to see what you come up with :)
Smoke curled from his mouth, smearing the air beneath the buzzing lights.
âGet up.â He flicked the cigarette behind him.Â
Eyes heavy from exhaustion, Whumpee rolled onto his side.
âWhatâd you use? The goddamn sheets?â
Whumpee shook his head. His eyes dropped to his lap. Slowly, he drew his shaking hand from his pocket and opened his palm, revealing a tangled knot.
Whumper snatched it away. âWhere the fuck did you get this?â
â...my pants.â His voice was weak, and barely audible.
âThatâs no good, Whumpee.â
Whumpee bowed his head. âI know.â
âPffft.â Whumper had to stifle his laughter. He walked over to Whumpeeâs bed, dropping the Taco Bell bag on the floor as he leaned forward. âLetâs see the damage.â
He hooked two fingers into the shirt collar and yanked it down.
The flesh was dark where the cord had cut in, broken capillaries arranged in neat, crisscrossed lines over his throat.
A vein bulged above Whumperâs temple.
What a glorious fucking waste.
He drove both palms into Whumpeeâs chest and followed the force down, climbing on top of him.
The back of Whumpeeâs skull struck the metal bed frame where the pillow had fallen with a sharp, hollow clang. The sound flooded his ears, his vision exploding in stars.
âDo you know what you fucking did?â
Whumpee bucked and thrashed, arms flailing, trying to squirm free. Blind and desperate, he swung his fist, knuckles connecting with Whumperâs cheekbone.
It felt like a solid punch. But it didnât slow him down.Â
Whumper didnât hesitate. One hand closed around both Whumpeeâs wrists and drove them overhead, the mattress dipping under their weight.
Whumperâs other hand slid down, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband.
âTheseâve gotta go.â
âNoâfuckâ!â Whumpee shrieked. âGet off me!â
The sweatpants snagged around his ankles until Whumper tore them free with a sharp yank, balling the fabric in his fist.
âThese,â he snapped, âare a fucking liability.â
He hurled them into the corner like garbage.
Whumpee lunged for the thin sheet at the foot of the bed and yanked it over his bare legs.
âI couldâve just taken them off,â he muttered, his voice scratchy and faint. âAsshole.â
âShould I take this away too?â
He ripped the billowy fabric away. Cold rushed in as it drifted to the floor.
âYou wanna sleep naked tonight?â
Whumpeeâs jaw tightened. âNo,â he huffed.
âGood.â
Whumper stood back, finally getting out of Whumpeeâs face.
He stood there a beat too long, breathing through his nose.
Fuck. He hoped the other couldnât tell how exhausted he was.
âYou emo little shit.â
He lowered himself onto the cot next to Whumpee, the cheap springs screaming. The denim of his jeans scraped against Whumpeeâs bare leg as he reached out for the Taco Bell bag slumped on the floor.
Whumpee shivered and pulled his knees to his chest, edging away from the warmth of the other manâs legs.
âI just wanna go home,â he muttered into his knees. âI wanna leave.â
Whumper pawed through the soggy fast food bag.
âDonât make me stay here.â Whumpeeâs voice broke apart. âPlease.. donât make me⊠godâŠâ
Whumper selected one of the cold tacos wrapped in thin, soggy paper and offered it to him. âHere. I think this oneâs a Crunchwrap.âÂ
Whumpee stared back blankly, and blinked.
âNo? Thereâs some other stuff in here too. Burritos, uh, some soft tacos and whatever. But, you know Mexican food. Itâs all basically the same shit.â
Whumpee shook his head, but Whumper didnât take no for an answer.
âThe icee is a Baja blast."
He turned his face away.
âDonât want anything.â
âI got all this shit so you could pig out, Whumps. Itâs kind of a special day for you. Might as well enjoy it.â
âWhumperâŠâ He started and stopped.Â
âI know thereâsâŠâ It took everything he had not to break apart. âSome part of you that cares. Ah- about me.â
Whumper sighed.
âNot this.â
âPlease,â his hollow voice shook. âPlease, listen. If I get out of this, I-I want you to know, I wonât say anything.â
He munched on a cinnamon twist, the same texture as a styrofoam packing peanut. âI know you wonât.â
âWhumps.â Whumper exhaled, flicking the sugar off his fingers. âEven if I wanted to, thereâs no way. Your ransom is too public.â
âI will never get you in trouble.â His ice cold hand clutched above Whumperâs elbow. âYouâve been kind to me.â
âHave I?â
His lips twisted into a slow, sharp smile.
âHow âbout the time I beat you so hard you pissed yourself?â
Whumpee swallowed, eyes dropping. âThat was a long time ago.â
âDonât forget. You tried to kill yourself last night.â
â...I donât care about that.â A tear streaked his cheek. âI mean it. Iâd never tell anyone about you.â
âMmn. So you say.âÂ
It was almost funny, how oblivious Whumpee was to the larger situation at hand.
Really, ending things would put both of them out of their misery.
His eyes traveled to Whumpeeâs neck and he couldnât resist anymore--
He wrapped his huge hands around him.
His fingers pressed down experimentally at first, his grip overlapping the bruises.
Whumperâs eyes shone with delight. Oh how heâd like toâŠ
âDo it.â
Whumperâs nostrils flared as he drew in a powerful breath.
âDo it!!â
His hands squeezed down.Â
Heat washed over him and the world narrowed. He felt the sinewy tunnel of Whumpeeâs throat come pinched to a close in his grasp, the bruised flesh bulging between the gaps of his fingers.
He felt where the cartridge twisted into the muscle. All it took was a little more pressureâŠ
Whumpeeâs eyes rolled back.
He didnât kick or claw. His hips bridged helplessly into the air.
Whumper let go.
Whumpee sagged forward, hacking, air rasping into his lungs with wheezy pulls. Coughing, he rubbed at the outside of his bruised throat. His hands stayed there defensively, limp and shaking.
Boneless, the frail man slid against the wall.
Their eyes met.
Six weeks of exhaustion, fear, and restraint passed between them in a single look.
It was almost done. The both understood, silently, that whatever twisted relationship theyâd built together had finally met its brutal end.Â
Soon they could both sleep.
Whumper was the first to speak.
âHere.â He fished around the inside of his jacket, pulling out a pen and folded piece of paper.
His voice was disarmingly gentle. âFor your letter.â
Whumpee accepted the folded sheet of paper, tears flooding his eyes. Inhaling sharply, his voice scratched, âAre you leaving?â
âYeah. So you can write your letter.â He got up off the cot and stood.
âYou just got here.â
âMm. Iâve got a lot of shit to do.â Whumper put the pen in Whumpeeâs hand. âAnd you wanted to do this, remember?â
 Whumpee stared at the paper, then back at him.
âAre you coming back?â
âSorry. I really canât take any more of it.â
Whumper crossed the room to the door, scooping up the discarded sweat pants crumpled on the floor.
âIâll leave the food. Eat something, okay.âÂ
âPlease donât go.â
He cracked one last smile. âYouâre a sweet thing, Whumps.â
 âIâll be back early,â he said, already turning away.
The beam of light narrowed as the heavy door pulled closed for the final time.