WiJ 2022 - 07: Brag About a Creator or Piece of Whump You Think is Underrated
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Ah, now this is a tough one. I spend a lot of my time obsessing in discord servers and writing my own things rather than consuming as much of other people's whump as I possibly can, which seems a bit contrary considering the scope of my addiction...
And I also don't pay much attention to the number of notes ^-^' especially when they can change so much lol
I wouldn't call any of these underrated but I like them :3c
So I'll list...
A Few Works that I Really Enjoyed/Am Enjoying so Far!
(These are all sfw, I won't list anything with ~nsfw~ elements)
@whumpsday 's Kane and Jim (a vampire and a human, both whumped, but one's a whumper... complicated traumatic inter-character relationships my beloved <3<3<3 )
@whump-cravings 's Symbiosis (feral bb of a vampire whumpee)
@thecyrulik 's The Purring Vampire Story (cute lil vampire bb can purr! i'm obsessed!!)
Hi, I'm emc, and I write whump of original characters in original settings! I've had this blog since some time in August last year (2021), and in these short few months, I've come a long way in the whump community. Everyone I've met here is wonderful and friendly and I've enjoyed every second of whumpblr and whump discord.
I've had at least a vague awareness about my taste for (fictional) blood since I was a kid around 5 or 6, but I first remember seeking the whumperflies in my teens (I'll get more into that in tomorrow's post :3c), and later still, I discovered Whumpblr posts through Pintrest, and joined a whump discord server a few years later, and then made this blog a year after that ^-^' . Getting into whump is the best thing I've ever done tbh, it's the gift that keeps on giving.
(I can now run off whump derived dopamine instead of trying to be happy!! /j/j/j/j)
Some fun facts are... I'm Australian, I do karate, I'm in the Danny Phantom fandom, I have an interest in cutting gems and other semiprecious stones, I have three cats, I love plants and gardening, and my favourite colour is unironically a deep, cool red. I also draw!
Project Updates!
Since joining the community, I have made tremendous progress on my nearest and dearest project Shifting Phases! Not only do I now have a rough idea of how to get everyone to the end scenes, I've actually started writing it!!! I'm super excited! I want to get it beta read in its entirety before I post it though, so it's a long way off yet. (As a byproduct, this means that I'll never post the fic unfinished lmao)
This story has spawned an AU that somehow manages to be darker. It's still in the ideation phases (brainrot spam to all of my whump friends on discord, rip them), so it'll be a little while before you see much posted about this one :3
My friend I recently made a lot of progress on Satanus Magus! We have basically the whole plot figured out, it just needs to be beefed up with some scenes. I look forward to writing that all out in the word doc void :)
My friend and I actually hope to publish this irl one day, so, That's A Thing!
It's an older idea of mine, it spawned in around 2018... But getting out of school and into this community has really boosted my creativity (bouncing ideas around is a powerful tool). It's like an action movie, but instead of guns and explosions, it's elemental magic and explosions!! It's not an outright whumpy fic, but ofc bc I'm involved, there are definitely a lot of whump themes.
Lastly, I have a new fic idea kicking around in my head involving a vampire and a human. It's still veeeerrryyy early days for it, but I'm already in love with the concept, and I have been sorely lacking in vampire whump for many years. I look forward to working with Malté and Corwin >:3c though I'm sure the same eagerness is not extended back -rubs my evil little handses together-
My Favourite Whump Tropes! Oh man...
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Especially when they try and fail to get up again
A whumpee getting tangled and/or ensnared in something they can't get out of
A painful mobility impairment as a result of a traumatic injury
Delirium and panic where they don’t recognise their friend/caretaker, maybe they’re waking up from a nightmare, and they lash out at their friend/caretaker-- most fun with nightmares/night terrors ;DD
I'm recently getting into fucked up mental health shit >:)
Ab00se (but like, not romantic relationships)
Nonhuman whumpees (mer and vampire/demon whumpees are where it's at tbh)
Painful transformation (and the aftermath, especially if the whumpee ends up Different than they were Before)
Bonus points for terrified, horrified, and very uncoordinated bb getting used to their new body and having an awful time
Secret based whump where bad things happen if anyone ever finds out whumpee's secret
An injury jeopardising the secret-- the secret needs to be revealed it to treat the injury
A whumpee going stupidly far to hide a secret, leading to a dramatic collapse and injury/scar reveal :D
A secret reveal gone badly never fails to give me whumperflies <3
I love it when circumstances are what leads to the whump. Not all of my whumpees have whumpers at all times, and where the whump comes from often fluctuates, but a common theme of my works is that the whump is primarily a product of circumstance that enables my characters to be whumped, whether by another person (whumper), or otherwise.
A happy, or at the very least, a bittersweet ending
#These are a few of my favourite things#
Also, Tumblr just fucking ate this draft when I was 99% done, and I was a fool who did not frequently save, and now I'm starting from nothing but a (shit) memory so... I'm not angy, I'm just sad and tired lol, apologies if there're any dumb phrasing/grammatical errors lol I can't even think straight anymore gkjdhfg
(The beta post editor may be easier on my poor eyes, but It has a habit of eating things on occasion...)
I've decided to keep these lil guys (the prompts) fairly short, I think they'll be easier to manage that way :)
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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer whumpee, fear of the ocean/depths
wc: ~0.3k
It was cold when Pete awoke, so very cold. His bones ached in protest, longing for the gentle heat and rest his days with Timmy afforded him. Thankfully, his coat and scarf still retained a thin pocket of warm water close to his skin, shielding his torso as long as he didn’t move.
Wait…
Water..?
Pete’s eyes flashed open, panic rising in his gut. Above him, there was the bright grey sky filtered by the surface of the churning water, and below, a vast, bottomless expanse that faded into darkness. He’d fall, he’d sink, the darkened depths would reach a smoky up and snatch him away forever!
Terror seized his heart in a grip colder than the water, and his gills flared fast as if he couldn’t breathe. He tried to flail his legs, but in their place, long, orange fins fluttered instead. He couldn’t scream, but Powers know he tried. Adrenaline rushed through his body, lending him the strength to frantically claw at the water and drag himself up.
When the webbing between Pete’s fingers caught only air, he breached the surface with a choked gasp, mouth filling with fresh water. All around him, rain fell in sheets so thick it was impossible to see further than a few meters.
Timmy! He wanted to scream, Liz! Anyone, please! But try as he might, his voice eluded him.
His satchel bobbed at his side on the restless surface, and in it, his phone, no doubt soaked beyond repair. Still, he tried, but the screen remained frustratingly dark.
His ears drooped. No phone, no map, no way home.
Again, Pete frantically spun around searching desperately for anything to save him. His fins curled and twisted with his body, but still nothing.
The choppy sea grew wilder when a strong bluster picked up, sending the rain hurtling sideways into his head, stinging his cheek. He squinted against the onslaught but there was no land or horizon in sight. He didn’t know which way to swim, he didn’t know which stung his eyes more—the rain or fresh tears.
If he could’ve, he would’ve whimpered;
I’m lost.
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Ok so I've actually finished writing this whole mini-series! I've done a light edit on the version I'm going to submit to the anthology, and these ones honestly look a little shabby like they need some extra love ^-^'
So when I get back home, they should change a bit to be... a touch more polished >.>
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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer/shifter whumpee (in mer form!), painful caretaking, pollution/fishing waste used for whump purposes, fishing hooks etc. embedded in skin, strangulation mention, dehumanisation, allusions to previous captivity and torture.
wc: ~0.7k
The cabin of the boat was markedly warmer than outside, but Pete, through the agony of being moved, couldn’t decide which was worse; again suffering in the hands of humans, or succumbing to the cold of the sea.
“Oh Powers, he’s a mess. I think that’s the worst tangle-up I’ve ever seen,” a lady human remarked.
“What do we do with it?” the young man asked.
“Help him of course! We can’t just… leave him!”
“Still counts as marine life,” said the older man.
Pete let out a keening wail when the older man lifted him again, and he gasped, flinching violently, when the lady gingerly took the end of his tail by the netting. Together, they lowered him into the hull and laid him out.
Dimly, Pete could see the lady unsheathe a knife. His heart thundered harder at the sight of it drawing near. She kneeled at his side, bringing the blade ever-closer to his skin.
“N-n—” he gasped, “no! No, p-p-p-please--!” Adrenaline flooded his veins once more, and he pulled at the net as hard as he could in a vain attempt to escape, but stopped at the overwhelming pain with another strangled cry. More blood beaded at his throat where the strapping band finally broke his skin, halting further sound.
“Hey, hey, hey—It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya, I just need to get you out of this. I promise we won’t turn you in.
The young man looked up suddenly, and the lady fixed him with a sharp stare.
“We won’t,” he said hastily.
“I’m gonna try again, okay? Just hold still for me…” the lady said, “I’ll start down here.”
She brought the knife to the end of Pete’s tail, just above the fins and hooked the tip between a hole and started cutting. He flinched again, shivering, but no pain came. He didn’t dare move.
The others set to work around him, but after Pete’s reaction they didn’t use knives. Instead, they carefully detangled what little they could, paving the way for the lady who worked patiently up his marred, white and orange tail, cutting off chunks of net and rope and casting them aside.
There was pity in her eyes. Pete wasn’t sure if she regarded him as another being, or as an animal.
Getting the rest of his clothes off was no easy task. While the smaller hooks never made it past Pete’s sweater, the larger ones had pieced all the way through, coat and all. The lady grimaced and made an apology before continuing.
The barbs of each hook tugged and tore more flesh, drawing more weak keens from the mer, but the lady’s hands remained gentle through each motion, never lingering on his skin, and never hurting him more than necessary.
For that, Pete was grateful.
At last, his shirt came off and was laid to the side with the rest of his belongings. Stunned gasps filled the room, audible over the pounding rain on the deck above.
Each mark was laid bare before the humans aboard the boat, as were the deep purple bruises on his chest and side from his assailant, and the impact with the water.
“…Those are some wicked scars…” the young man murmured.
The older man grunted in grim acknowledgement.
“Oh… that’s… that’s a House crest, so those… oh…”
Pete trembled harder. He just wanted to curl up somewhere dark and never be looked upon again.
In the silence, the lady set to work. Soon, well more than twenty hooks filled a small dish, each removal punctuated with another cry, then whimper when they flushed the punctures and patched them up. Then came the strapping bands. There had to be meters of it embedded in the poor creature’s flesh, all up and down its tail and torso. She had no choice but to flush it and apply butterfly stitches as she went, ignoring his flinches and wails, and the way his grip tightened on the corner of his coat with each tug of the straps.
The neglect of some people was disgusting, especially when it led to the suffering of another creature like this.
It was torture.
Then again, given the state of his body, some people would gladly tighten the bands.
At last, the lady was done, leaving the mer panting and sobbing on the floor.
“Is there anyone we can call?” she asked, gently placing a hand on Pete’s shoulder.
He flinched hard with a cry and drew his free arm close before sputtering, “T-Timmy, Timm-mmothey—Timmothey Paige… Pl-please.”
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WiJ 2022 - 04: Share a TV Show/Movie/Story /Media That Gives You the Whumperflies
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Whumpy Shows 'n' Stuff
I mentioned in the first two wij posts that vampire knight served as my gateway into understanding whump as a concept, but it remains, to this very day, the whumpiest shit I've ever watched.
It's not perfect (far from it), but at least for me, Zero suffering and angsting in every single episode was totally worth it.
Ofc, if you're tired of me harping on about Vampire Knight, Danny Phantom is also concerningly... there. Canonically, some fucked up shit happened and whoops, there were some whumperflies in there, whoops -sweats- Listen, it has so many parallels to my favourite whump shit ok--
Oh yeah, and the fandom is far worse (in terms of traumatising the bbies), and even better because they age him up for all the horrible things they do to him lmao. There is SO much fanfic and fan art and fan-made content (that is often better than the source material), and the whole community is like us-- super friendly, and still going strong to this day (despite the original show running from 2004-2007).
It's very cool, 10/10 would recommend!
If animation isn't your style, Daredevil is also pretty fun :)) I've not watched it all the way through yet (I made it pretty far tho), but Matt Murdock all beat up and angstily trying to hide his secret is pretty damn fun >:D
-evil laughter- this one took a little while, but i had so much fun i did it in essentially just one sitting >:D
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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer/shifter whumpee, pollution/fishing waste used for whump purposes, fishing hooks etc. embedded in skin, hypothermia, strangulation mention
wc: ~0.5k
The wind picked up. No doubt, the brewing storm was sweeping over the top of the panicking belunae, whipping the sea up into raging swells.
Each wave peaked meters above his head before slamming down on his fragile body, tossing it and hurling it straight back up like a sick, derailed carnival ride. It didn’t stop. When Pete finally clawed his way to the surface, he could manage little more than a choked cry as yet another wave crashed down over him. Any progress he made in any direction was quickly swallowed by more frigid water that stung his eyes and gills, making it almost impossible to see or breathe.
In the brief peace between swells, Pete’s eyes went wide, and once more, panic seized his chest. A long tendril of rope appeared, brushing against his tail and fins, making him shiver and pull away. More appeared from the abyss, accompanied by invisible lines that sent ripples of violent shivers through his body, forcing a shriek from his closed lungs. The heart-wrenching sound manifested as bubbles that quickly rose to the tumultuous surface. The stricken belunae thrashed and struggled away from the phantom touches as hard as he could, until an invisible force suddenly shoved his whole body down.
And hurled him down into a sea of sensations. More ropes orbited a clump of nets and discarded fishing junk that seemed to glint in the meagre light, and Pete found himself in the middle of it.
I have to get out!
With everything he had, he struggled and wormed, trying his hardest to find his way out, but the nets closed in above him, encircling him in their cruel trap. He clawed again at the water and thrashed his tail, trying to get over them, but every turn was met by more. A spool of strapping bands slowly unravelled, encircling him, as did his growing desperation.
It was a futile battle—the more Pete struggled, the tighter the tangle got until eventually, every inch of his body was covered. He tried to slip his fingers through the holes to tear a hole big enough to escape, but the webbing between each digit let only the tips through. The thin lines that made up the net bit into the pads of his fingers.
Uncontrollable sobs wracked his body and Pete thrashed again. He would soon realise his mistake when it drove fish hooks into his skin. His coat provided little protection from their piercing tips that lodged deep into his flesh. Blood began to mist the water and fill Pete’s mouth with it’s sickening, metallic taste.
Again, he tried to scream, the pain sending him further into panic, but another wave hurled tossed his body around, tightening the invisible lines and strapping bands until they burrowed in deep.
Pete opened his eyes briefly, and all he could see was red. All around his arms, torso, and tail, hooks of varying sizes and strapping bands sliced him and stabbed him, slowly tightening with the ropes and nets.
Only when a strapping band threatened to slit his throat did his struggles die down.
Exhaustion quickly took hold, and the blood kept flowing.
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This one fell a bit behind too bc I was just Tired lmao, bUT, the next prompt will def be out on time because it's already DONE!
This little series probably feels janky atm, and it'll probably stay that way, but uh, I'll be duplicating my document to remove the separating titles and make edits and hopefully get it beta'd to make sure its flow is cohesive and makes sense :D
Anyways, enough preamble: enjoy
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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer/shifter whumpee (in mer form!), Dark Thoughts TM (thoughts of own demise, not really su1 tho), pollution/fishing waste used for whump purposes, fishing hooks etc. embedded in skin, hypothermia, strangulation mention, vague dehumanisation allusions
wc: ~0.2k
The cold was both a blessing and a curse.
Cold needles danced and prickled all across his skin and scales. It almost felt like hands of nails were pressing on his entire body, shoving the hooks and straps ever-deeper into his flesh. The frigid water dulled sensation in his fins and fingers, and the icy ache crept slowly up his arms. While it stemmed the bleeding and siphoned away the sharp agony of the hooks and strapping bands, it was only temporary, and it didn’t stop the throbbing pain that accompanied his wounds on every weak heartbeat.
Worst of all, he couldn’t move. It wasn’t just the nets though; he could barely twitch his fingers to try and untangle himself between each wave violent wave. It wasn’t just the pain the cold had sapped, but his energy.
The waves rocked him, twisted him, and turned him over in an unrelenting cycle. He wasn’t sure which way was up anymore, but what did it matter…? Even if he got out of whatever this was, he wouldn’t make it back to shore. If he did, he’d be seen and killed.
Would he be stabbed? Strangled with the ropes and bands he came wrapped in? Or would they prolong his suffering and call the hunters to take him away, to keep the beach and the humans’ consciences clean of his blood?
The numbness continued to spread, now working up his tail and into his shoulders, and he could feel his shivers beginning to ebb. How much longer would he stay like this?
He didn’t want to think about it, but the answer kept niggling;
For the rest of my life.
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Aaaaaannnd this one's the last one! At some point after the anthology deadline, I'm thinking of posting the entry here :3c
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CONTENT and WARNINGS: mer/shifter whumpee, allusions to past captivity/torture
wc: ~0.4k
The young man’s eyes went wide with recognition. “Timmy? You know him?”
Pete gave a shaky nod, a whimper threatened to drown his words. “P-pl-please, Powers, please, I w-want—I jus-just want—" to go home.
The lady moved her hand from Pete’s shoulder before turning back to the young man and eyeing him incredulously. “Do you know him??”
“Timmy? Or the belunae?”
The look the lady gave him must’ve been enough of a prompt, because it spurred the young man to continue, “Yeah, I worked at DePetro’s aquarium with him for a while. Seemed nice. The belunae… I guess i—he—looks kinda familiar, I don’t know…”
Pete shuddered at the mere mention of the place, stifling another sob and curling up tighter. He balled the corner of the coat in his hand and tried to drag it closer. Seeing this, the older man draped it over Pete shoulders, and he curled up further under it, pulling himself into a tight, shaking ball, not moving his tail.
“Do you… have his number?” said the lady.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, cheeks flushing, “I’ll, uh, call him. Set the course to Devonhurst.”
~*~
“Hello? Eòin, uh,” Timmy must’ve sounded harried because Eòin faltered immediately. “I don’t have long, I can call you back later when I have some time—”
“No, I uh, I think this is fairly urgent. I’m on The Unchaining Lady—”
“The environmental vessel? In this weather?”
“Yeah, we picked up uh… I think… A friend of yours. He’s in bad shape and asking for you, we’re coming into port now. We… found him tangled up in… marine litter.”
“What.”
Timmy rushed to the port without delay, through the raging storm, and didn’t wait for the boat to moor before jumping on and clambering around in search of Pete.
In the hull, the mer’s trembles lessened and he poked his head out from under the coat just before they heard footsteps.
“Pete!”
Timmy rushed down the ladder to Pete’s side, dropping to his knees and tenderly manoeuvring his torso into his lap. Pete’s freezing arms wrapped around his waist, and he pulled himself closer, sobbing in a mix of pain and relief.
“I th-th-thought I was—was gonna d-d-d-die,” he whimpered.
“Shh, it’s alright now,” Timmy said, supporting the back of Pete’s head and stroking his drenched, wiry hair. Pete relaxed into the embrace. Despite the pain, he felt safe.
“Let’s get you home.”
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