hello! my name is crep/loony and I use any pronouns!! i started this blog because i’ve been really interested in the whump community for some time. I don’t have any plans to start a long-term story as of now, but that could change in the future! I have a ton of characters, but I mainly just use them for roleplaying and drawing^^
(credit to @/kouenli)
some fun facts about me:
my favorite color is pink
i’ve been roleplaying for around 8 years (though i’ve only been roleplaying online for 6).
for roleplaying i can use tumblr dms or discord. you are more than welcome to ask especially if we’re mutuals :) id like to have some sort of base scenario in mind though
i have audhd, and my primary special interest is Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll! you’ll see a lot of that influence here lol.
ONGOING STORIES:
- Aisling CYOA story
BASICALLY ANYTHING IVE WRITTEN CAN BE FOUND UNDER #my writing!! working on a better organization system but i struggle with it lol
(more under cut)
(unknown credit. please dm me if you know the artist :) )
Favorite whump tropes: kidnapping/captivity, doll whump, tiny whump, lab whump, medical whump, inhuman whumper, inhuman whumpee, immortal whumpee, fae whump, cult whump, religious theming, heavy/detailed gore, body modification, drugging, display whump, academia whump (so hard to find but so so good), carewhumpers, defiant whumpees.
Things I may interact with but will probably not post: generally suggestive stuff, nsfwhump
Squicks/things i will not interact with:, pedophelia, underage sexual grooming, pregnancy whump, incest, and slave historical whump. If your blog is centered around any of those, I ask that you do not interact with my blog.
WILL BLOCK IF YOU ARE: conservative, anti-lgbtq+, racist, antisemitic, islamophobic, xenophobic, terf, generally any form of bigot, pro-generative ai, zionist, darkshipper (i’m not here to make any judgements on subjective morality i just personally don’t like seeing that and think the overall community has some problems), pro-zoophile, pro-map, etc…
thank you all for reading!!! looking forward to being a part of this community!!
Prompt: two whumpers, one of them holding whumpee hostage, the other very excited to also participate in breaking them
cw for. uhh pet whump, captivity, degradation, female and male whumpers with nonbinary whumpee, drugging
"Look at that expression. Pure fucking terror." he smiles, sickeningly proud.
"They love it though, don't they?" she asks.
"Yeah, don't you, Pet?"
Whumpee stares at the ground, jaw slacked. Tied to a chair, restrained enough keep them from moving, only allowing their body to shake uncontrollably from the adrenaline pumping through their veins.
"I asked you a question. Didn't you fucking hear me?" he snaps, grabbing Whumpee by the back of his neck.
"Y-yeah." they reply in fear, their mind cearly too jumbled to make sense of what is happening.
"Yeah what, bitch?"
"Yeah- I- I don't know-"
"God. Do they even know where they are?" she keeps running her hand through Whumpee's sweat-drenched hair.
"I doubt." he chuckles as he lights a cigarette, "I had to keep this one drugged up to stop it from screaming all the god damn time."
"Aww. That's adorable." she tightens her grip on Whumpee's hair, forcing them to meet her gaze. "What did you give them? Looks fucked up."
Whumpee is practically gasping for air, each breath making a grating noise down their throat, pupils blown wide and staring into the distance. As she lets go of their hair, their head limply falls back down.
"Don't remember. It keeps the bitch obedient though. Look at this shit." he taps their cheek and lightly tilts their head upwards. After a second of confusion they open their mouth, as if previously programmed. He flicks the ash off his cigarette onto his tongue.
She watches with enjoyment as he forcibly closes Whumpee's mouth and gives them a few reassuring pats. "That's horrible. You really did train them well!"
"I barely had to do anything. This fucker is so terrified, it would do anything."
⚡- Shock collar and 🥱 - Sleep deprivation from this ask game (also, did not realize I accidentally put it on the masterlist twice, fixed now!)
Alright, I already did parts and/or both of these in bits for Evangeline and Callisto recently, so here's someone new...
Meet Bella! The ballerina whumpee I'll be writing for for my "Beating the Babes: Winter Woes" lady OC whumpee event this December.
Bella
The concrete was cold and unforgiving as she fell yet again. Another scrape seered in pain along her arm, more blood joining the rest of the marks on the floor.
Ziiiiiiip
She flinched in pain, whimpering as her body seized before the collar stopped.
"Again."
Through tearful eyes, Bella looked up at her old teacher, trying to see some hint of the loving woman she once knew. But there was still nothing but the cold bitter lady that had torn off the blindfold from her face all those days ago. Or had it been weeks?
Her captor's finger hovered over the button to the collar, meeting Bella's eyes as she scowled. "Did you not hear me, girl?"
Flinching, Bella knew better than to comment about being called 'girl' again. Maybe she could play into that? Innocent and meek?
"Please, madame," she whispered, the sound of her own voice jarring her slightly. "It's been hours and-"
"Days, actually." Mrs Hunter said, sounding bored as she looked down at Bella.
Had it really been that long? Bella's vision had begun to swim the longer she lay crumpled on the ground. Her whole body had gone from throbbing in pain to numbness long ago. There were no windows in this cold and dark basement. No clocks, either. So she could be lying... she had to be... right?
Ziiiiiip
It took all of her willpower to stand again. To get into position. To begin dancing as soon as the music started.
She had to do this. She had to be perfect. Then she could get some sleep. Or maybe some food. If she did this performance well, she wouldn't have to... wouldn't have to.....
'But a bed would be nice...' that little voice in her head simpered. 'And the price isn't that big. Just for one night again...'
No, she couldn’t. Not again. She still couldn't get last time out of her mind. Of of her skin. Away from-
Her bloodied feet caught against each other as she misjudged a turn. Bella fell heavy to the floor as the whole world went dark.
I haven't decided on a title for this yet, but there was mentioned interest, so taglist time:
Whump hot take : dollar store pet collar is lame, time to start using wildlife tracking collar on your whumpee
These stuff is more secure, more durable, waterproof, have long battery life, lockable AND if your whumpee get lost you can find them with GPS or radio receiver
Start treating your whumpee like endangered wildlife today by getting Exogenic Bioscience scientific hardware catalog-
No this is not real advertisement it just my shower thoughts
Whumptober 2025 No. 15: "You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts"
Failed Rescue Attempt | Body Part in the Mail | Live-Streamed Torture
A/N: Back at it again with Rhea! Wanted to write a bit more about her unhinged side soooo bone apple teeth
It was a scary thing to incur a doctor's wrath. But none more so than Dr. Rhea Klyne. She could take a bit of criticism, as a doctor does. Taking advice and information, but also ridicule and disdain. The woman had been called many things: crazed, inhumane, evil.
Naysayers were common in her line of work. A good doctor always strives to improve and learn from mistakes. But a person can only take but so much noise before they demand silence. And that was exactly what Dr. Klyne was achieving today in the laboratory.
"Rise and shine, chickadee! Get on up! We have a lot to do today." Rhea cheered excitedly, roughly shaking her newest guinea pig's shoulder.
This one was special, the doctor taking it upon herself to bring them to her favorite operating room. This lab rat was unbelievably mouthy. Much to her annoyance but also her delight. Doc loved the bold ones and she lived for a challenge.
The last batch of tests had left previous patients in the morgue. An upsetting result, given that Rhea wanted some excitement. Time and time again, her trials had ended with more corpses than breakthroughs. She was at her wits end. And that's when fresh meat came in.
She didn't bother trying to learn his name. All the doctor knew was that he had fight. Male. Early 30s. Sharp eyes. And messy hair that the nurses had shaved to a buzz cut. He'd put up a decent fight a few days ago. Having managed to attack and defend himself against her staff and escape to one of the main halls; Rhea was impressed.
So of course the best thing to do was to knock him out and keep him under surveillance for a few days. Just to see how far he'd go. She was always up for new toys to work with.
"Come on!! Wake up!" Rhea fussed, looking at her new victim with eyes full of anticipation. This was taking much too long for her taste. Anything longer than 2 minutes was an agonizing eternity for a doctor with a toddler's patience.
Running out of it, she dumped a bucket of ice water onto his face.
"!!!..."
The man awoke to biting cold and harsh florescent lights, squinting at the brightness. His first instinct was so groan out a curse, but he found that nothing came out. Trying to move, he found himself fastened to a familiar operating table. No, no, no. Not this this crazy woman again-
"There he is!!!! Welcome back! Sleep well?"
"....?!"
A sickening giggle filled the air. "Ohh, that's right, you're missing something aren't you?" She asked, sarcasm clear in her tone. Tapping her chin with feigned thought, her eyes settled on the man. "Can't put my finger on it."
Rhea smiled, walking to one of the tables, sorting through cabinets before finding a jar. "You're really gonna like this one, chickadee! I've got a present for you!!!"
She showed him the jar, and inside were none other than the man's vocal cords. "Isn't this exciting? Now we can have all sorts of fun! And you got to keep your tongue! I'm so gracious...." Rhea trailed off, looking at the jar fondly.
The man looked as though he was about to be sick as tears fell down his face. Nothing could've prepared him for this. He should've taken her first warning all those weeks ago to not upset her. Maybe he could've kept his voice. Now he was probably going to die deep down in some psycho's lab for twisted amusement.
"Anyway! Where was I...? Oh yeah! Back to work!!!" With the sharp whirring of her saw, she pulled her cracked goggles over her face. The man's eyes grew wide as he thrashed on the table.
"You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts!!" She yelled over the loud buzz of the tool with a laugh; descending down into the man as he screamed silently.
lately i've been thinking a lot about the idea of keeping a whumpee in a very old house, especially one with unavoidably creaky floorboards.
no matter how much whumpee tries to shift their weight or walk on their toes or find a spot where the floor doesn't creak, it's impossible for them to move silently. who needs a tracking device when you can just listen for where your captive is at any given moment?
of course, there's also the flip side of how whumper deals with it. maybe there's a secret trick to moving quietly that they use to startle whumpee, or maybe they just don't care. if there are multiple whumpers involved, then there's also the possibility of whumpee learning who's approaching them just by the sound of their footsteps.
Hiding a potential zombie bite underneath their thick military gear.
Whumpee is terrified of caretaker. They cannot recognize their friend after the apocalypse. Their military gear masks their face and physique. Dirt and blood alike cakes Caretaker's clothes. They do not know who is terrifying person is, but they clearly want to help.
Keeping someone's zombie, their thick military helmet preventing them from biting anyone.
Falling through a rusted bridge/overhang
"Bite down on this. We only have some... uh... rudimentary equipment."
It's quite easy to make bad things look like an accident in the post-apocalypse. Whumpee has been left to die. No one expects them to survive, and yet...
"Leave them! They're a goner." or "Just leave me."
Having to amputate to save themselves from infection or other injury
Scrounging for food in an abandoned area, Caretaker discovers a wounded whumpee.
Caretaker has a couple screws loose. They've saved Whumpee's life, but in order to stay underneath their protection, Whumpee has to accept the company of Caretaker's long-since "gone" friend.
