[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

Hey all, just a general update.

I have quite a few whump requests sitting in my inbox, some started, some not. I’m currently writing a book and most of my day is taken up by my job then writing afterward. For some reason, I hold my whump writing to a weirdly high standard and spend a very long time writing each post. Since I’m aware of that, I don’t want to take away time from the work I’ve scheduled to do each day, and end up not working on whump requests altogether.

Additionally, I often find that immersing myself in whump damages my mental and spiritual health, and I’m making an effort to safeguard myself.

I’m not abandoning the requests I have in my inbox, and I’ll still reblog here and there, but I wanted to let you know why my response turnaround is delayed and will be continue to be delayed. For now, I’m closing requests so no one accidentally gets stuck in the indefinite queue :)

Thanks for understanding

[sassafrassmoke]

Whump trope that gets me every time: Whumpee is rescued but refuses to believe it's actually real or that it'll last

Maybe they hide this from Caretaker, maybe not ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

[painsandconfusion]

Y E S

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

I love the dynamic of a talkative whumpee and a stoic whumper. Especially a comedic/lighthearted whumpee who uses humor as a coping mechanism

Because it’s the perfect storm for Whumpee to be cracking jokes, trying to make small talk with the villain or the sidekicks, hoping someone will have mercy because come on, they’re just a little guy. And the rising panic as they realize that no one is responding. In fact, few are even looking straight at them.

All the while Whumper walks slowly and deliberately to a torture tool Whumpee hadn’t noticed until now

Whumpee’s slow gulp before they pour all their charm, all their wit, all their thirst for approval into a grin so bright it could reflect off the face of a blade. But Whumper’s face remains immovable as ever, eyes slightly crinkled at the edges with what could be disgust or mild amusement.

“Woah wait,” Whumpee stammers, trying to push away. “Wait now, now hold on, let’s talk about this.”

Whumper’s head tilts a fraction to the side as if to say there’s been enough of that.

Words pour lightning fast from Whumpee’s mouth. Sloppy one-liners, pleading babble, Later, they can’t remember what exactly they said, only that the power they once found in words was ripped from them like a scream.

[axlessecretwriting]

Especially when they are not as strong, or powerfull. They are quick-witted, and that's their weapon. But that's taken away the moment somebody stops caring.

You don't even need to hurt them.

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

^excellent addition

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

I love the dynamic of a talkative whumpee and a stoic whumper. Especially a comedic/lighthearted whumpee who uses humor as a coping mechanism

Because it’s the perfect storm for Whumpee to be cracking jokes, trying to make small talk with the villain or the sidekicks, hoping someone will have mercy because come on, they’re just a little guy. And the rising panic as they realize that no one is responding. In fact, few are even looking straight at them.

All the while Whumper walks slowly and deliberately to a torture tool Whumpee hadn’t noticed until now

Whumpee’s slow gulp before they pour all their charm, all their wit, all their thirst for approval into a grin so bright it could reflect off the face of a blade. But Whumper’s face remains immovable as ever, eyes slightly crinkled at the edges with what could be disgust or mild amusement.

“Woah wait,” Whumpee stammers, trying to push away. “Wait now, now hold on, let’s talk about this.”

Whumper’s head tilts a fraction to the side as if to say there’s been enough of that.

Words pour lightning fast from Whumpee’s mouth. Sloppy one-liners, pleading babble, Later, they can’t remember what exactly they said, only that the power they once found in words was ripped from them like a scream.

[kabiiriis]

Goretober day 18 - Transformation

[whumpees]

We need to see more male whumpees being carried like this 😭

[whump-or-whatever]

I am an absolute sucker for the simple trope of whumpee on their knees, with their arms bound behind their back getting hit in the face and almost falling over before righting themself, coming back up with a bloody lip.

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

“Everything without purpose ended in a pile in the waste yard.”

A line from my WIP I violently underlined and circled because it will definitely apply to one of my characters later on

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

Whumpee is usually very articulate. But under intense stress, they stutter badly and there’s no hope of getting control of it until they’ve calmed down

Whumper treats it like a little game. How badly can they make Whumpee stutter? What triggers it the worst?

One day, Whumper holds up a card for Whumpee to see. Sweat drips down their cheek, mixes with old blood. Handwritten on the card in uncharacteristically clear scrawl is one word: allegorical.

“If you,” Whumper taps Whumpee’s nose, “can say this,” they wiggle the card, “without messing up…I will let you go.”

Whumpee’s heart leaps in their chest. Cruel hope. Cruel mockery.

“I c-c-c-can’t—”

“Yeah, probably not, but don’t sell yourself short.” Whumper kneels in front of them, smiling with many teeth. “I believe in you. Best case scenario, you win, and I let you go. You get to breathe good air and see deer and whatever else you’re imagining right now.”

Shame warms Whumpee’s cheeks, like they’ve been caught in something perverse. Hope has become a forbidden fantasy.

“Worst case scenario…” Whumper pauses, absentmindedly folding the corner of the card while they think of a suitable consequence.

Whumpee swallows. “I st-st…” The game is already lost. They can’t even tame their tongue on a single syllable word. “I st-stay here?”

Whumper’s eyes raise without their head moving to follow. The effect is wolflike, predatory. A spark flies across them suddenly, the flash of an idea. Whumpee’s blood runs cold.

[geminihurt]

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Fucking love defiant whumpees who are all bark and no bite, especially when they kick up such a fuss with their whumper, spitting venomous words and promises that they'll never submit...

And all it takes for the cool, level-headed whumper to call their bluff and threaten them with a knife to the throat before whumpee is like a kicked puppy with their tail between their legs, a humiliating reveal to their true self that whumper can't help but rub in

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

I have this really fun problem where I try to write anything short form and it always turns out ridiculously long

But I’ve got answers to asks coming, I PROMISE

[geminihurt]

He would have been down there for hundreds of years… of torture.

[whumpdidyasay]

Vox Machina 2x01

Percy saves Vax from an acid-spewing dragon

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

Whumper comforting Whumpee

Whumper shushing Whumpee while they sob

Whumpee rejecting their touch, disgusted that this monster is holding them, being gentle with them, soothing them

Whumpee trying to pull away because even in their weeping delirium, they know they don’t want to be anywhere near Whumper

Whumper pulling them in close, locking Whumpee in strong arms like bars on a cage. Confining, but safe

Whumpee is too weak to pull away. Whumpee…Whumpee doesn’t want to pull away. They’re so afraid, they hurt so much, that any soft touch feels like Heaven

Whumpee crying even harder as they finally concede, leaning deeper into Whumper’s touch

Whumper stroking Whumpee’s hair, smiling in quiet victory

Some Whumper dialogue:

“Shhh, there there…”

“Oh, darling, I know.”

“Let it out, it’s alright.”

“Now now, no need to make a fuss.”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m here.”

Some Whumpee dialogue:

(between hiccups) “Get off. Get off me.”

“Don’t touch, don’t you dare.”

*uncontrolled sobbing*

*screaming into Whumper’s chest/shoulder*

“It h-hurts…”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone”

(lost within mournful wailing) “It’s my fault. My fault.”

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Whumper-turned-whumpee, whumpee-turned-caretaker, PTSD/trauma, reluctant caretaker.

"Thank you, Whumpee. I don't deserve your kindness."

"You're damn right you don't," Whumpee spat, watching as Whumper curled in on themselves just that bit more with the hot cup of tea clutched in their trembling hands. "I'm a good person. I'm a good fucking person, and I don't deserve to put up with this. To put up with you."

Much to their surprise, Whumper nodded along with them. "I know." They were nearly in tears, and despite the anger and the rage bubbling inside them, they felt their heart sink a little. They looked so pathetic. "I wish there was something I could do to make this easier for you. At least it's... just a month, right? Just a month... 'n' then my master will be back for me. Until then... you can do whatever you want to me, if that helps."

Whumpee raised an eyebrow, feeling their shoulders relax a little. For a moment, they considered going along along with it. Perhaps this could give me closure.

They promptly decided against it.

"Finish your cup of tea," they ordered. "Afterwards, i'll show you where you'll be sleeping for the next few weeks and give you some pyjamas to put on after your shower. Try anything funny and so help me god, you'll be spending the entire month in your room."

Whumper didn't seem all that scared by it. In fact, they almost seemed relieved. What sort of punishments were they used to?

"Yes, sir," they whispered, obediently taking another sip from their mug. "Thank you."