Whump side blog

well I like whump and I made a blog for it.

[wildfaewhump]

listen up I need to talk about characters in pain alone. a fighter who won their most recent match but who goes home alone to a crappy little apartment where they're lucky if they manage to make some ramen before they pass out on the couch, only to wake stiff with bruises in a few hours. a vigilante who loses to the villain and gets left on a rooftop to pick themself up and try to stagger home without getting found, arrested, or passing out in their costume. the new member on a team who gets the dirtiest, hardest jobs as an initiation and who can't admit to anyone that they're breaking under the pressure because all their teammates will hear is weakness.

I need characters pasting bandages on injuries with trembling fingers as their vision blurs. I need characters desperately trying to haul themselves up just one more stair so they can stagger to their front door. I need characters who make it through that door only to collapse right behind it, watching the light in their bathroom blur and fade before they can get to their first aid kit. I need characters passing out in alleyways only to wake up hours later and know they still have to try to make it home on their own because they think they have no one to call.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #612

The whumpee manages to get the killing shot in, ending the big bad there and then.

After the shock of the fight finally being over, the team look over at A. As they do A’s legs crumble beneath them, and the team is rushing to their aid.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #597

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A’s in the hospital just coming out of emergency surgery. Character B is one of their friends/teammates and is waiting nearby for them to wake up. But when A does finally awaken, they’re only half awake, and aren’t all that aware of anything. They’re also in a bad mood from pain/drowsiness/whatever, and take it out on Character B. A soon falls back asleep, and when they’re finally fully conscious, they remember absolutely nothing. B’s reaction to A’s earlier behaviour can go either way.

[whumpstash]

"You know that torture's not an awfully reliable way of gathering intel, right?"

"Oh yes. I know."

[1whump2whumpredwhumpbluewhump]

Since April Fool’s Day is tomorrow, how about an April Fool’s whump prompt?

The whumpee gets really sick (like “i am actually close to dying” kinda sick where they have a fever of 103F and it’s slowly rising) and tries to call their companions and let them know, but they just brush it off as a joke because it’s April Fool’s Day and the whumpee never gets sick. Their companions later swing by the whumpee’s house because they haven’t picked up the phone or texted back for a few hours, and they find the whumpee collapsed on the floor, unresponsive and radiating heat.

[whumptopia]

Character A is a gentle ray of sunshine. Sweet, comforting, loyal, dependable, and the lover of Character B.

Character A is traditionally the rock, the caregiver in their relationship, always looking after Character B, selflessly devoting their life to Character B out of love.

Unfortunately, Character B has magical abilities and uses their powers to erase the memories of their lover. Whenever Character A does something Character B doesn’t like (or whenever they simply miss Character A’s screams), Character B brutally punishes them.

Every time they’re abused, Character A is confused and afraid, begging Character B to stop, asking Character B why they’re hurting them, apologizing over and over…

Once Character B is satisfied, they heal Character A and wipe their memory, and Character A returns to the happy, doting lover, completely clueless.

[straight-to-the-pain]

I’ve been seeing a lot of anger and vitriol when I log into tumblr, and it’s honestly quite disheartening to see the whump community, which for the most part is lovely and welcoming, devolve into so much hate and discourse.

In wanting to protect and safeguard others, we must also make sure that we aren’t making people feel unsafe and hurt by our own actions. We cannot proclaim to care about other people’s wellbeing and then turn around and send people hateful anon messages. It is all too easy to become heated over issues close to our hearts and fall into the trap of not listening to each other and not having productive conversations, but that only leads to more hostility.

I just want to reiterate that there is no wrong way to be into whump and that in the end, we are not responsible for curating a space for anyone other than ourselves. I encourage people to tag their content appropriately, and consider your audience, but at the end of the day, our blogs are our own little corners of the internet that other people can view and visit.

There is no single voice in the community that can or should dictate what kind of content we should be posting or enjoying as whump. Most issues are not black and white and it’s important to remember that there is a person behind the screen and your words have an effect on them.

Enjoy whump, engage with your fellow whump lovers, and above all, be kind <3

[whumpstar-prompts]

“I wanted you to think I betrayed you. I had to make you angry at me.” “Why would you do that?”  “[Whumper] was never going to let me go. But you could be safe. As long as you left me behind.”

[itswhumpday]

Restrained | Conditioned | Grateful

For my 200 three word whump writing spree, @ashintheairlikesnow requested restrained, conditioned and grateful. It turned out ot be one of my favorites of the bunch. 

“Thank you.”

The Whumper blinks, surprised. The Whumpee had hardly said anything since being abducted. Not that the Whumper expected much, but he was used to a big amount of screaming and fighting. They would have never imagined this would be the first thing their prisioner said. Whumper drops the plastic bowl of food on the ground. The grub hardly moves. 

“I don’t get anything if you’re dead, do I?” 

The Whumpee hasn’t anything for more than a day, since they got there about 36 hours before. But they don’t move towards the food. Their calm eyes look at the Whumper. Is that… A soft smile?

They’re waiting for permission. 

Holy hell, is this the jackpot? Did I get a Whumpee that’s already potty trained? Whumper kicks the bowl towards them. Whumpee moves, the restraints on their ankle tinkling against the ground as they move. 

  “I don’t mean the food.” Whumpee is defintely smiling! Are they mocking the Whumper? “Maybe I’ll die this time. I can’t wait.” 

Whumper feels like they’re the ones who are trying to swallow the dry grub with no liquids. 

“W-what?” 

“Ah, this is not my first rodeo. I got hell for compromising the team the first time. Second time, ah, I thought I wouldn’t make it. They told me third time they’d leave me to die.” Whumper is dumbfounded. This Whumpee is more than trained, they’re fully gone. “I know, I know. You guys are awfully patient. Strenght of hate, or so I’m told. And you don’t like to get told what to do. But, if you allow me, you could just cut your losses.” 

Whumpee gives the bowl back, setting it untouched in front of the Whumper. 

“You shouldn’t waste on me. I’m sure you have other more important… Guests.”

Whumper kneels down automatically to pick up the bowl, eyes glued to the Whumpee. This was a trick, right? Whumpee’s eyes are glassy, looking at a lost point on the floor. 

“Isn’t it funny that the times I get kidnapped is the only times I have peace?” They laugh, but it turns into sobs at the drop of a hat. “Don’t take too long, will you? I would hate to be a burden to you too.” 

Whumpee almost jumps at the sound of their restraints popping open. They blink, the tears they’d been holding back escaping down their shocked face. 

“What are you doing?” 

Whumper extends their hand to them. 

“You talk about the power of hate, but you still haven’t tapped into it’s full potential.” Whumper gives them a wicked smile. “Let me teach you… And you can end them all.”

[bad-behavior]

Comfort Things

Soft warm blankets tenderly wrapped around a trembling Whumpee.

The familiar crackling of a fireplace, and the flickering light washing over Whumpee as they take a well deserved nap.

Hot drinks, whether it be coffee, tea, or hot cocoa, warming Whumpee’s fingertips and unclogging a stuffy nose.

Cool aloe gel being gently spread on any blisters or burns, and the brief relief that Whumpee gets from the pain of their wounds.

Long matted hair being trimmed and combed by careful hands, finally clean, fresh, and out of Whumpee’s eyes.

Dabbing a small washcloth at the blood, dirt, and grime covering Whumpee’s face.

Looking into Whumpee’s fearful eyes and telling them that they are safe and loved.

Stroking Whumpee’s forehead, and feeling their tense body relax for the first time.

Massaging aching muscles and knots from overexertion, or anxiety, and applying hot pads to ease their cramps.

Lighting Whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell Whumpee that this space is their’s and that it will always be safe.

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #121

“Please don’t hurt me…”

“Whoa, Whumpee, I’m not. I promise. Please don’t cry.”

“No.. please…”

“Shh… Whumpee. Whoever hurt you before isn’t here now. It’s Caretaker.”

“Before? C-caretaker?”

“Yes, Caretaker, sweetie.”

“Whumper, I don’t like this game. Please just punish me and end this false hope.”

“Oh honey… this is real. I promise you, Whumpee, this is real.”

[iwritesickfic]

boys with high fevers, half conscious, trembling against caretakers, begging. for a hot bath to help the chills. for caretaker to stop forcing water when they know they’ll only be sick again, for relief, for comfort, for sleep. a constant string of mumbled, tearful “please”s, whispered against caretaker’s chest. absolutely desperate. 

but a hot bath would only worsen the raging fever, dehydration is becoming a serious concern, and caretaker is almost powerless to provide any significant respite from this dreadful, miserable virus. so they can only hold boy gently, stroke his hair, hushedly reassure him everything will be alright, while the endless string of feverish pleading continues.

please, please, please, please

[thethistlegirl]

@anguishmacgyver LOOK FEVER

[straight-to-the-pain]

I’ve been seeing a lot of anger and vitriol when I log into tumblr, and it’s honestly quite disheartening to see the whump community, which for the most part is lovely and welcoming, devolve into so much hate and discourse.

In wanting to protect and safeguard others, we must also make sure that we aren’t making people feel unsafe and hurt by our own actions. We cannot proclaim to care about other people’s wellbeing and then turn around and send people hateful anon messages. It is all too easy to become heated over issues close to our hearts and fall into the trap of not listening to each other and not having productive conversations, but that only leads to more hostility.

I just want to reiterate that there is no wrong way to be into whump and that in the end, we are not responsible for curating a space for anyone other than ourselves. I encourage people to tag their content appropriately, and consider your audience, but at the end of the day, our blogs are our own little corners of the internet that other people can view and visit.

There is no single voice in the community that can or should dictate what kind of content we should be posting or enjoying as whump. Most issues are not black and white and it’s important to remember that there is a person behind the screen and your words have an effect on them.

Enjoy whump, engage with your fellow whump lovers, and above all, be kind <3

[lab-raised-steven]

"Breathable water"?

See, this is how I know y'all read my tags! Lol!

Part of a fun post I remember making the rounds at one point

No fear of the subject drowning!

Lol

[nutmegwhump]

Sorry to hijack this post but, To yall whumpy folks out there, some lovely facts for you to use.

@whumpsideblog @whump-dream @whumpalicious @whumpific @whumpback-wail

Sorry if its weird to tag you all, you're all the people I know of in this community, and I thought you might enjoy this knowledge.

[whumpific]

Ooh, thanks @nutmegwhump I appreciate the tag!

This is most interesting, I may have to store this info away for later...

[lady-of-the-spirit]

What appeals to me about whump: an incomplete list

[buriedincharcol]

ah so it’s like. emotional bdsm

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Exactly. I think that's the best way I've ever heard it described.

[phcking-detective]

IT’S ABOUT LETTING TRAUMATIZED CHARACTERS ACTUALLY HAVE THEIR TRAUMA ADDRESSED

[thatostrichwriter-deactivated20]

Dialogue That Gets Scarier When Trapped In A Hug:

1.“I know what you did.”

2.“Just play along. Please.”

3.“When I let go, run for your life.”

4.“Don’t open your eyes.” 

5.“Don’t look.” 

6.“You’re right. None of this is real.”

7.“They can hear us.”

8.“Play along or they might take us both.”

9.“I always knew you’d die in my arms.”

9.“Go. Go now, and don’t look back.”

10.“Wake up. Before they get you too.” 

11.“You know I’m not real, don’t you?”

12.“Don’t. Move.”

13.“How can’t you see them? They’re right there!”

14.“It’s almost like when you were still alive.”

15.“Wrong choice.”

16.“You’ll be free soon.”

17.“You can’t go back home now. They’ll be waiting.” 

18.“Shh. They’ve got your apartment bugged.”

19.”I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

20.”Did you think I just forgot?”

[whumpupthejam]

so.......

villains/whumpers who radiate ~soft~ energy.

who are, in their core, utterly cruel and manipulative, cunning and full of malice...

but who treat their victims with such deceptive gentleness that feels so genuine... that it confuses the whumpee until they don’t even know which of their own emotions can be trusted anymore.

+bonus points if the villain/whumper maintains that soft, pleasant, almost comforting exterior while behaving in an absolutely vicious manner. like... can I uhhhh get a whumper torturing a whumpee in a soft flowy skirt? flowers in their hair that they know remind the whumpee of their mother? speaking in soft, soothing tones while eliciting wracking, screaming sobs from their victim? brushing back the whumpee’s sweat-soaked hair with a delicate touch? moving with a grace and poise that just barely hints at the horrors of which they are capable? and never. cracking. once.

I want them to slap the whumpee swiftly across the face, sending their head snapping to the side, knocking the breath out of them, and then following it up with a question/comment spoken in the calmest of tones.

I want them to crouch down gracefully in front of the whumpee and gently and thoroughly explain all of the horrible things they’re about to do to them. where they’re going to hurt them. how. what tools they’re going to use. who they’re going to hurt if the whumpee won’t cooperate. all the while sounding like they’re having a light conversation over tea.

I’m a sucker for a soft whumper flying off the handle as much as the next guy... but sometimes... I want them to remain totally immovable. impassable. untouchable. their rage comes across as a thumb digging into the knife wound on your thigh while they smile into your eyes as you scream. I want THAT, because THAT... is pretty terrifying.