Casey

M18. under construction

[miseribusiness]

☆ MASTERLIST ☆

Hello, my name is Casey :], I use he/him pronouns and I am open to being mutuals n stuff. I write, draw and I am available to take commissions on both subjects. When it comes to my writing and artwork I tend to focus on my original characters, but I also write scenarios and little blurbs with nameless characters, typically using stuff like whumpee, whumper, A / b / c, and other placeholder names depending on the vibe I intend to give off.

▪︎ This masterlist is a work in progress.

ORIGINAL CHARACTER WORKS

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WHUMP BLURBS AND SCENARIOS

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FANDOM WORKS

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[whumpsday]

Sorry if someone's already asked this, or if this is an uncomfortable topic, but if it's okay I'd love to know: How would Kane have reacted if he'd gotten back to his house and found out that he'd kidnapped a human who was Into All That and turned on by the idea of being fed on? not necessarily Jim maybe he found a different human in this version

HAHAHA awesome. well he'd have mixed feelings about it. kane is super much a prude so he'd be absolutely scandalized and embarrassed and hate it, but he'd also be thankful that at least the human he picked is well-behaved. so long as the human behaves in front of his family and is generally respectful, they won't have problems. kane would tell them to keep that stuff to themself, red in the face.

[miseribusiness]

LMAAOOO torture the vampire with homosexual intentions 💔💔

[deadbranch]

Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

[re-whump]

Augusnippets Day 10 - False Execution

cw: death wish, vampire whumpee, (implied/impending humanish experimentation), stabbing

A turned hunter was a failure.

What else could they be called? The purpose of a hunter was to eliminate vampirism and they had allowed another of the undead parasites to spawn.

He had perfect access to his prey now. There was no need to hunt with the monster staring back at him in the mirror, but he couldn’t bring himself to strike. He was a coward. A disgrace. A mockery of his vows.

Eventually, his partner came to investigate his disappearance and inevitably put him out of his misery. He prepared himself—he did want the loathsome creature dead, he just couldn’t find the will the land the blow himself. He left a note on the door that explained the situation and would serve as his last words, then restrained himself as best he could. Hunger festered in him now, and he didn’t trust his own self control.

His partner was nearly silent as he made his way up to where the vampire waited. They greeted each other neutrally, as if this were any other hunt.

“Make it quick, please,” the vampire said as time dragged on.

The hunter nodded and pulled out a shining blade. The vampire closed his eyes and waited for the sharp blow to land. His chest exploded into pain and he gasped desperately, reflexive for another breath in his punctured lung.

But what twisted most heavily through his veins was dread, not pain. The searing pain was nothing compared to the icy truth that he was still breathing. Still thinking. Still alive.

“I’m just kidding, man, I’m not here to kill you,” the hunter said, sounding amused.

He withdrew his weapon from the vampire’s chest with a laugh. He ran a finger through the bloodless skin knitting itself together. The flesh roiled and pushed away the intrusion until it was as smooth as the day the ex-hunter had been born. The hunter pulled a length of silver chain from his case.

“Bossman says there are much better uses for a spawn as cooperative as you.”

[miseribusiness]

I lovee loveeee this shit its TASTYY

[miseribusiness]

A whumpee attempts escape in a cold, snowy climate, frantically trying to make their way across an icy lake, only for whumper to catch up and kick whumpee down onto the ice, bringing their boot down over and over. The catch? The boots whumper wears have metal teeth, the perfect shoes to keep them from slipping and falling on icy surfaces, and perfect for leaving whumpee covered in black and blue boot shaped bruises with blood pouring from each one, the cold air adding a dizzying ache.

Bonus points if whumpee is bare 🙏

[whump-galaxy]

“How…how am I….?

“Alive? You were on the brink of death, so I possessed you for long enough for the healers to find you. I still wouldn’t move though, your body’s still in rough shape.”

[miseribusiness]

Theres so many cool directions I think this could go namely in the way the posessor could be any form of caretaker or whumper and who the healers in question may be

For example, this could be a ghostly whumper who went too far with their methods and resorted to posession to get the whumpee back into a more stable physical state, and the setting with the healers could also be something like using the whumpee as an "in" to a separate operation that whumper wanted the details of. A differing operation could be proving to be a hassle for the whumper to deal with so kidnapping whumpee, torturing them to the brink of death and then abandoning their physical body for a short period of time in favor of whumpees in order to survey this opposing group

This is a whole lot of word vomit lowkey but enjoy nonetheless

[miseribusiness]

The assistant of a whumper ; the job being compared to cleaning a vet's tools and prepping a surgical table, because the whumpee is no more than a dog, a rabid animal to be contained and ensared in cold chains and a muzzle, and as the assistant you must be careful to keep everything clean and prepped should this stray need surgery.

[bg3shitpostandfanart]

Their first morning kiss.

As gentle as morning breeze

Uncrop version on my X

[miseribusiness]

This is beautiful !! I love seeing artwork like this, the lighting is magnificent n they look so cute

[medwhumpmay]

RULES!

No AI-generated content

Please tag this account if you post your challenge submissions on Tumblr and use the tag 'medwhump may' (as in the tags of this post)

For completionists, all 31 days must be completed (using either the daily prompt or an alt prompt)

Have fun!

I will update these rules if necessary! Happy whumping!

Please reblog this to get the word out :)

[demondamage]

AHHHHHHH I DIDNT KNOW THERW WOULD BE ANOTHER MEDIWHUMP MAY OH MY GODS UES UES YES!!!!!!

[miseribusiness]

Reblogging to remind myself to participate or at least do a few prompts :]

[pearl-the-artist]

POV you're the poor sucker who stumbled into being found and trapped without her realizing or caring that she's hurting you, only interested in keeping you with her because she thinks you'd make a nice addition to her garden

[whump-art-exchange]

TLDR WHUMP ART EXCHANGE INFO SHEET:

2024 whump art exchange. Full info here.

Sign up form here. Closes on March 30th 2024.

Assigned partners will be sent to dm’s, inbox, or email in the first week of April 2024. Keep your partner a secret until posting day. 

Post the art to your blog on May 1st and tag it #whump_art_exhange_2024 as well as tagging the person you made it for and tagging the blog @whump-art-exchange.

No sexual content allowed. Minor friendly event. 

Inbox or dm mod for additional questions.

[whump-art-exchange]

Hi, I wanted to tag a good amount of whump artists in case any of you were interested in the event, or know anyone who may be interested in joining :) If this isn’t your cup of tea please just disregard this post, or use the tag list to find other cool artists!! (Wow I found a lot of blogs!!)

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[amvs]

“but AI art lets me create my OCs!” YOU WILL USE PICREW AS GOD INTENDED

[amvs]

i actually have a list of POC friendly picrews saved so by extension of the focus on inclusivity there’s probably more body type / facial options in these! the ones i’ve personally used from this list have had them. i hope this helps!!!

[plaintext: poc-friendly picrews / end plaintext.] reblogs are appreciated, this will be updated whenever i find more! if you want to sugges

[tubboeverwood]

filterable picrew database!

hey pals!! i'm working on a filterable, tagged collection of picrew i like. right now there's about 60 picrew (and other such makers such as

NeedleKind made a filtera ble picrew database with lots of things to filter.

[lycaran]

Also! Hero Forge. It's a website mostly for making your DnD characters as minis, but it's an absolutely Great resource for anyone looking to make their oc. It has great options for posing, customization, and just about anything.

Hero Forge Custom Miniatures

Hero Forge® is an online character design application that lets users create and buy customized tabletop miniatures and statuettes.

[letslightumup-deactivated202501]

Don’t use the evil computer program to make art it’s putting artists out of work, instead use this kind noble computer program that makes art. So we hate ai just because it’s trendy to hate ai? Is that what we’re doing?

[ruffboi-mags]

AI uses learning based on many scraped/stolen artworks. Picrew and Heroforge are essentially fancy paper dolls. Every aspect of them was done by an artist, who has provided them for our use, we're just mix and matching. These things are not remotely the same, friend.

[pinkiebabe]

xiuxiukong

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumper would have never dreamed of hurting anyone- they were usually a timid pushover- but the whumpee had gone too far, pushed too many buttons, and the whumper finally realized how much they enjoyed hurting the person that had hurt them so much.

[iri-desky]

GET KOSA TRENDING.

STOP SCROLLING NOW!

AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

Reblog this post in every LEGAL way you can under the Tumblr guidelines with the appropriate tags. TELL AND TAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW, then add the tags to see below... and more if you can think of any complying.

Visit badinternetbills.com if you want to find a way to defeat KOSA. It WILL NOT take much of your time. Reblog with any other information or sources, too-- but make sure to reblog if you can.

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We won't let this stand any longer. Let's start a riot and get this trending.

[whumpy-daydreams]

Since you mentioned living weapon prompts…

Defiant whumpee with some sort of superpower finally breaking and becoming a weapon?

ooh i love this and now its really long and i want to write more because i have the plot bunnies

CW: electric shocks, brainwashing, needle mention, military indoctrination

Whumpee had been sloppy. They'd trusted the wrong people and been screwed over as a result. And now they had been arrested? Drafted? They supposed the specifics didn't matter.

Whumpee was wondering how long they'd been stuck in this stupid chair when a door opened, pneumatics hissing as a portion of the wall slid aside.

The man in uniform didn't smile. He sat opposite, barely registering them as he opened a file, scanning through the two pages inside. That was good. They clearly didn't have much information about what Whumpee could do.

"Please state your name for the record."

If Whumpee could cross their arms they would have. But instead they just cocked their head, lips pursed. A slight twitch was all that gave away the man's annoyance.

"It would be in your best interest to comply."

"Why?"

"Because it will save me time and you pain." He clasped his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. "Your name."

"You forgot the magic word," Whumpee smirked. A jolt of electricity burst across their wrists and ankles. Clearly the restraints were for more than keeping them in place. "Shit!"

"As I said, it is in your best interest to comply. What is your name?"

"Fuck. You." Another flash of pain, stronger than the last, and Whumpee cried out through gritted teeth. Their heart was pounding now, sweat beginning to bead on their back.

The man waited patiently. Whumpee just glared.

When the electricity hit again they screamed, back arching. White flashed across their vision. Whumpee wished they could move. Wished they could shake out the growing cramps in their arms and legs. Still the man just watched, waiting.

Whumpee lost track of time as shock after shock hit them, the only breaks in the silence being the sounds of screaming and the same question from the man, over and over and over. Your name.

"Whum-" their voice caught between sobs, "-Whumpee. My name's Whumpee."

They were drenched in sweat now, limbs shaking from the electricity that had coursed through them just moments before. They were so tired.

The man just nodded, not bothering to write anything down. Bastard. He already knew their name. All Whumpee had done was shown how much pain they could take.

"Would you like some water?" The question caught them off guard. After a moment Whumpee nodded. The man reached down, putting a glass of water on the table, a straw already in it, but didn't move it closer.

"You are being recruited into a special division here. There are others like you already in service, and you will receive comprehensive training to complete your missions."

"Why would I do that?" Whumpee rasped.

"To serve your country. You would receive compensation: food and lodging, thorough medical care, as well as a generous package when you retire."

"Can I think about it first?"

"While cooperation is preferable, we do not need any consent from you to enrol you into the program. I will repeat that it is-"

"In my best interest to comply." Whumpee finished for him. They looked at the glass of water and thankfully the man got the hint. He brought it forward, holding it so Whumpee could drink from the straw.

They took a long sip, looked at the man, and spat it in his face. "You can go to hell." He reeled back, wiping the water from himself with a sleeve. To Whumpee's dismay he didn't look angry, or even particular annoyed.

"Perhaps you need some time to think about it." Was all he said before leaving, the door hissing shut behind him.

___

Whumpee sagged forward in the chair, cheeks stained with tears and sweat as their muscles spasmed.

It had been hours. The shocks were random, or random enough that they hadn't been able to find a pattern - though it was hard to keep track when you kept getting electrocuted.

They didn't have the energy to scream any more. Strained whimpers and a rigid body the only sign of the electricity coursing through them. I won't let them do this to me. I won't let them turn me into a monster.

A firm hand on their arm startled Whumpee, who flinched away, silently sobbing. Then a scratch on the back of their hand, the strange feeling of tape keeping something secure. Whumpee didn't have the energy to look.

"Please..."

"Let it run through before shocking again, don't want them dislodging it." A different voice, and a murmur of acknowledgement. A few minutes silence.

"Have you thought about your situation, Whumpee?" The man's voice again, calm and professional. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou- "This can all stop if you want it to. All you have to do is cooperate."

It was so tempting. It would be so easy to give in. The exhaustion in Whumpee's body screamed at them to say yes, to accept whatever future they were offering.

With a sob, Whumpee shook their head.

"Why?" The man's voice was different now: softer, gentler. "You have no family, no true friends. Here you will have purpose. People to depend on, a stable place to live, the chance to make a difference in the world."

It was true. Whumpee didn't have anyone they trusted. There was no hope, no purpose, no stability in their future. Because of you. It was their fault Whumpee didn't have those things.

"Just let me leave," they said weakly.

"I can't do that. You belong here, even if you don't realise it yet." Whumpee heard rather than saw the man walk over. He pushed them upright, their head lolling backwards. "What's your name?"

"Whumpee." They didn't know why they said it. Whumpee told themselves it was because he already knew, but deep down that was a lie. It just... happened. They felt pliable, like their brain had been massaged into acceptance.

A video hologram appeared in front of them. It showed people in uniform eating together, playing games, doing training exercises and helping each other. Images of clean facilities, sports and books and tidy bedrooms flashed past one another.

It looked... nice? Not cosy but safe and welcoming. The calm speech of the voiceover repeated itself in Whumpee's brain.

'You'll be part of a family trained to be the best'

Whumpee wanted a family. They wanted to feel safe. Loved. To not have to worry about food and shelter, or who to trust. They're lying to you. The voice in their head took on an uncertain tone.

"Well, Whumpee? Are you ready to cooperate?" Yes. No. Whumpee didn't say anything, their thoughts merging together in a swirling pool of conflicting needs.

The man didn't say anything as he left again. Panic gripped Whumpee and they nearly called after him but it was too late. The door disappeared into the wall.

But no shocks came. Instead another video started, this time an interview of a young woman in uniform. She had powers too. And despite Whumpee's exhaustion they couldn't help but listen.

Another video played afterwards, and another, and another. Each one echoed in Whumpee's head, the voice telling them it was a lie getting quieter until it all but disappeared. Calmness spread over them, making them forget about the shocks, about the fact Whumpee had been kidnapped.

When the man finally reappeared, Whumpee looked at him silently.

"Are you ready to comply?"

"Yes."

[whumpshaped-deactivated20250109]

Imagine. The embalmer actually tying the vampire down and insisting that he has a job to do.

thank u for this i had "embalming a living person" in my notes for the longest time but i couldnt make it work in my head. a vampire is a perfect solution

tw vampire whumpee, restraints, enclosed space, manhandling, implied murder

"Stop! Stop, what the fuck, what the fuck? Let me go!"

Whumpee had woken up in a fucking morgue. They'd woken up in the tiniest little capsule, cold and starving, and after some banging on the walls of their prison, someone pulled them out as if they had been trapped in a drawer. That was the moment they realised they'd been wrongfully sealed away among a dozen corpses.

If that hadn't been bad enough, the guy who had pulled them out was now insisting there had been no misunderstanding.

How? How? They were alive! They were fucking alive!

"You're not alive."

"I'm talking to you right now!" Whumpee screamed.

The madman in charge of them and the dead bodies in the facility dragged them off the shelf and into what looked like an employee bathroom. Whumpee was roughly shoved in front of a sink and mirror, and Whumper yanked their head back by the hair to force them to look at—

An almost empty mirror. Whumper was there... They weren't.

What?

"I thought this might happen," Whumper said, calmer now that Whumpee wasn't thrashing and cussing. "I saw the bitemarks."

"No, no, wait, I don't... I don't understand..."

"You're a vampire, idiot. Try to feel your heartbeat; you won't find any. I checked several times when you were brought in. You're dead."

Whumpee's breathing started to quicken again. "That can't be. Vampires don't— don't exist, I can't—"

"I thought about staking you preemptively, but the family wants an open casket. I didn't know how that'd affect the results, plus it would've made the draining of the blood messy, I imagine. So we're doing it in a bit of an... unorthodox way."

Whumpee was dragged out and to the embalming table, and before they could've begun resisting again, Whumper had already tied them to it.

"I'll stake you once all the blood has gone down the drain."

"Wait, wait, no—"

Whumper put the scalpel right up against their neck, and Whumpee had a horrible feeling they knew what was about to happen and where that fucking tube was about to be inserted.

"It's nothing personal. Just your family's wishes."

[miseribusiness]

Oh this is fucking GOOD