Sup fuckers, whump blog for your Whumper needs~ The name’s Micha He/Him, she/her (but I don’t care which pronouns you chose to use 😽) 15< <18 Quick notes 🤠 I only accept hate in cowboy slang None of this is sexual, don’t make it If you use my prompts, tag me please. One, so I can see your work, two, so other people can see the prompt, three, cause it takes two second to give credit so why not? Anyways. Some of these are cracked out, and they’re supposed to make you laugh. Finally, when I put a parental caretaker and child whumpee, that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re a minor, it just means they are the child (figure) of caretaker Love you fuckers 🤠
Ayyyyyy it was a long time ago but I can't remember it properly and wanted to ask was it you who had written that one piece where the whumpee is kinda clumsy and the reason them and caretaker became friends was cause they had fallen in a public fountain accidentally and caretaker helped them sorry this is really vague I only remember this part from the piece
Yep! It was this post, but it was caretaker who accidentally shoved whumpee into a fountain cause they’ve got the situational awareness of a goldfish
Haiii ! Spent the last 20 minutes trying to find your blog the username had slipped from my mind ayyy I read about the hospital thingy hope that the pain eases soon !
Heyyyy 👹 Don’t worry, I had just assumed we were all be hunted by the government and they got to you, absolutely thrilled to see this isn’t the case, and thank you! I can almost say I am fully recovered from it
Whump prompt of the day (except it’s not, I just hope it gives you inspiration)
-Tw for self-harm mention, needles, injections, sickness, medicine, and general bullshittary at this point-
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Y’all, sorry for the inactivity, I was going to do some posting over the break after my finals were over, then I got nerfed with Covid.
Okay? I thought it would be like the cold. It wasn’t. My ass was bedridden for almost, living off a ton of medications because there’s a Covid to pneumonia pipeline for whatever fucking reason, and I might get it.
So my mom, a nurse, has to give me a shot to keep my fucking lungs open, and if I wasn’t stressed out about having to get a steroid shot, I realized I’ve got old ‘barcodes’ on my legs. (The shot is in the ‘upper thigh’, for context)
😀
Now I’ve gotta cough my lungs out *quiety* hoping that she’ll forget to do it today. Fml
Whumpee’s arms wrapped around their frame, trying to keep themself as small as they could in the little storage closet.
They weren’t sure how long ago they’d been taken, Whumper’s constant experimentation keeping them in between consciousness.
The only constant in all of Whumpee’s hell was the room they were tested in, the only place they’d been since their abduction, and the oxygen mask that remained strapped to their face.
It was easy to grow sick of. The white room burning of antiseptic, a constant reminder of their suffering, and the thick plastic that rested heavily on their face, something they were desperate to take off, just once.
It was a miracle of some kind that Whumper had slipped up, too excited to jot down their notes and discoveries to properly replace the bonds.
They’d left, but it wouldn’t be for long. It was an opportunity and Whumpee knew it. A small part of them wanted to relish in the relief of the mask being gone, if just for a moment.
They didn’t make it very far before their absence had been noticed, and an alarm was raised, and they found themself ducking into the first empty room they could find.
Throat tickling, chest heaving from the running, they waited.
One minute passed.
Then a second.
As time slowly went on, the pain in Whumpee’s chest and throat only grew, and to their horror, a small cough escaped.
It seemed to have a butterfly effect. One small cough turned into another, and then another, until Whumpee had doubled over to their hands and knees, hacking up little splatters of blood.
Any little amount of oxygen they’d managed to inhale was quickly dispelled, overused by their spasming lungs.
Somewhere in the back of their mind, they’d noticed the closet door opening up, white light flooding in the small space.
Just when they assumed they were going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, there was a small prick in their thigh.
They expected to feel the pain amplify, or for them to be knocked out, but definetly not the sudden relief of the coughing fit easing up significantly.
As they laid on the tiled floor of the closet, panting heavily, their eyes met Whumper’s, standing at the doorframe, syringe held between two fingers and a thumb.
Whumper smiled happily at them, showing no signs of anger or cruelty, or even mockery for that matter.
Handing off the syringe, they picked Whumpee up with surprisingly gentle hands.
“Sweetheart,” they cooed, “This is why you can’t take off your mask. You’ll kill yourself.”
At Whumpee’s weak groan, Whumper inspected their face, before their face lit up. They started walking down the hall, in a different direction then Whumpee’s original room.
Whump prompt of the day (except it’s not, I just hope it gives you inspiration)
-Tw for self-harm mention, needles, injections, sickness, medicine, and general bullshittary at this point-
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Y’all, sorry for the inactivity, I was going to do some posting over the break after my finals were over, then I got nerfed with Covid.
Okay? I thought it would be like the cold. It wasn’t. My ass was bedridden for almost, living off a ton of medications because there’s a Covid to pneumonia pipeline for whatever fucking reason, and I might get it.
So my mom, a nurse, has to give me a shot to keep my fucking lungs open, and if I wasn’t stressed out about having to get a steroid shot, I realized I’ve got old ‘barcodes’ on my legs. (The shot is in the ‘upper thigh’, for context)
😀
Now I’ve gotta cough my lungs out *quiety* hoping that she’ll forget to do it today. Fml
Saw this floating around, I’m just gonna make a new post with it. :D
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume (i fear smelling bad) // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
Tagging @whumpingmydarlings @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @lonesome–hunter @pine-lark and anyone else who wants to!
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future (oof)// constellations or aurora borealis
Thank u bb. I tag @simplygrimly @crowned-avery @scared-and-crying @circus-of-pain @cyan-whump @whumpasaurus101 @knivestothroats @coldresolve
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume (i fear smelling bad) // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
I’m gonna tag @painsandconfusion @bright-whump @blackrosesandwhump @i-can-even-burn-salad @its-getting-worse @whumblr
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
@whumpawink (GDI I TYPED WHUMPASINK AND I JUST…) ahem okay @girlsjustwannadrawwhump @whumper-boi
Hot showers or cold showers // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrise // tulips or orchids // candle lights or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive in theater or cinema // pastels or earth/neutral tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
Now, for the people I’m dragging in 👹 @whoopsalittlewhumpy @straight-to-the-pain @themagnificentmx @whump-me-all-night-long @whump-it-like-its-hot and @everyonewhowantstojoin (yes that means you too 👹)
You’re not attractive in the ‘omg-have-my-babies’ way, you’re attractive in the ‘I-want-to-watch-someone-beat-the-living-shit-out-of-you-then-watch-you-be-comforted-by-your-found-family’ type of way.
This was a lot of fun! (Also note that my “no” list isn’t just made of things I dislike but also things I just haven’t played around with much so I’m kind of ambivalent)
oh this was super fun! I think you have to click on the image to actually read it, but wow! so many tropes were included, the people who made this really knew what they were doing
tagging (idk who has and hasn’t been tagged yet so sorry I double tag you)
thanks for the tag @whumpwillow and @whumpawink!! this was very fun <3
(the ones under the logo are forced to watch, happy endings and recorded whump)
tagging with no pressure @livingforthewhump @heathenwhump @emeraldwhump @crimson-wrld @here-comes-the-whump @sometouchofmadness @whump3000 @whump-it-like-its-hot and anyone else who wants to do it!!
Tagging @madrono-but-i-am-not-a-fruit @meowsikbox @whump-it-like-its-hot @girlsjustwannadrawwhump @i-need-a-whump-blog @yesthisiswhump and anyone else who wants to join in!
Aaaaa thanks for the tags @whump3000 @hurting-fictional-people and @and-then-there-was-whump!!
The covered up ones say ‘Panic attack and Flashbacks’, ‘Hyper-/Hypothermia’ and ‘Trapped under Rubble’!
Tagging, with no pressure and if you haven’t already been tagged:
@herbs-and-poultices @whumpers-inc @whumper-boi and my memory is going *bonk* rn so I don’t remember everyone else I wanted to tag so if you see this, this is for you!
(We’re gonna pretend I didn’t spend an hour trying to figure out how to make the chart thing 😵💫)
Thank you for the tag @whump-it-like-its-hot <33
(I don’t remember what the covered ones are, sorry 😭)
Tagging, (no obligations) @whoopsalittlewhumpy (<33) @anonymous-gremlin, @shameless-dumbass, @jadeocean46910 and anyone else who wants to do it! (I’m tagging all of y’all 😾💅✨)
The projected whump aesthetic of the day? Asphyxia <3 (see it’s projected because I can’t breathe and I’m panicking, so if this comes out weird, forgive me 🥰)
Whumpee thought it was a panic attack at first. Something standard and familiar, one that brought them clutching their chest all the way to their bedroom, waiting for the hyperventilating to start.
It never did. Weirdly enough, they were calm, shaking hands at a minimum, but they still couldn’t breathe. (Why couldn’t they breathe?)
They tried one of their most common breathing exersises, in for four, hold, out for four, hold, so on and so forth, waiting for the familiar pressure that came with it.
When they didn’t feel it, they repeated it again and again, anxiety thrumming harshly through their body at every failed attempt, until it was cut off with a panicked sob. Nose and throat filled with mucus, unshed tears brimming uncomfortably in their eyes.
Clutching tightly at their chest once more, Whumpee’s mouth fell open, lungs forgetting their primary task. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t- a choked cry reactivated their body, labored breaths fighting frantically to the top.
Tears and bile threatened their way out, though neither of them made an appearance. That wasn’t how it generally happened, they wanted to scream.
Something was wrong.
“My lungs aren’t working,” they choked out, halfway between hysteria and and a disordered calm. “My lungs aren’t working, my lungs aren’t-“ something was wrong.
Y’all, look at me filling out my responsibilities <3 anyways, part two of this prompt 👹💅
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A deep rooted discomfort formed from Whumper’s sudden… attraction to them, but they ignored it in favor of the nestled rage in their gut.
Whumpee’s worried and confused gaze had played in on repeat in Caretaker’s head, even as they were dragged out of the cell, feeling as if something was viciously wrong.
Sure, Whumpee mentioned once or twice how Whumper acted, but they neglected to point out how…intimate they were. Not that they blaming them, of course, because if Whumpee’s reaction was anything to gauge, they figured it was a surprise to them too.
They struggled in the chains, shaking and snarling and making it as inconvenient as possible for Whumper’s guards to bring them down the hall. It wouldn’t stop it, but it would rile them up, possibly enough to slip.
They’d been dragged into a white-walled room, the first thing they noticed being the sterile smell of sanitized metal hitting their nose.
It smelled too much like the hospital that Whumpee had been in. They sent a curse Whumper’s way, anger enunciating the syllables of each word.
Whumper didn’t react in the same energy, simply waggling a finger and gutting. “That mouth of yours Caretaker, we’ll have to work on that first.”
A tug of from their wrists to a long, starch table laying menacingly in the middle of the room. They realized, with a grimace, that’s where they were going.
(Was Whumpee ever in this position too? Did they ever lay on the same bed?) Caretaker asked internally, as they failed in escaping the pull towards it.
Chains were fastened to it, straps that they hadn’t noticed fastening around them, holding them securely to the table. Struggling was futile, only succeeding in rubbing their wrists raw.
Whumper leered over them, assessing them like a shiny new toy (or pet, their brain unhelpfully supplied). They gazed in what Caretaker could only describe as a disturbed fashion, bringing up a hand to rest on their cheek.
“Get your hand off me, asshole,” they grit out, trying not to move their mouth too much with the weight still resting on their face. Once again, Whumper didn’t rise to the bait, lips only quirking up into a small smile.
“Or what?” They asked, fingers making gentle patterns on their skin. It sent dreadful goosebumps across their body, making them twist their head away from the touch.
Or what? Caretaker scoffed, though it was a good question. They had little ability to do anything at the moment other then make threats, which annoyingly, remained empty.
When the hand made its way down again, Caretaker resisted, turning their head in the opposite direction this time, teeth clamping down on the digits. They regret little, even when the flaring pain burst in their face, and they had to blink back little black spots in their eyes.
The playfulness in Whumper’s eyes hadn’t vanished, rather, was replaced with something cold, unsettling. Gentle hands were replaced with rough ones, a sudden pressure around their throat that held off their airflow.
“Caretaker, let’s make something very clear right now, make this easier in the both of us.” The edge to their voice was both irritating and intimidating, unclear on which outweighed the other.
“You may not see it yet, but I own you. Every mark I make, everything I do, is because you’re mine. You became mine when you affiliated yourself with one of my other toys.”
Caretaker wanted scream that they didn’t belong to anyone, as well as a few other things that they couldn’t mouth out. Not with the breath being stolen from their lungs.
They didn’t thrash, didn’t shake, only grit their teeth and balled their fists as they felt unconsciousness soon approaching. If Whumper wanted them to hear anymore of their bullshit, they were going to have to let go soon.
What felt like minutes later, the hand let up, allowing Caretaker taking the moment to suck in a few painful breaths.
Less then a few seconds later, it came back down once more, repeating the process of strangulation, though a hand fell through their hair this time. Just as gentle as the hands before they’d spoken up.
Let up to breath, strangled, let up to breath, strangled, repeat, repeat, repeat. After a few times, when Caretaker had stopped counting to focus on getting in sharp breaths in every resting period, the pattern stopped, and Whumper had gone back to their familiar look.
They glanced at Caretaker expectantly, almost as if they were hoping they comment on it; on anything, really.
Caretaker wanted to tell them to go fuck themself, along with a couple other, much more vulgar words, but they couldn’t squeeze anything past their bruised and swollen throat.
Whumper nodded, satisfied, removing their other hand that had still been carding through Caretaker’s hair.
They weren’t sure what would happen now, but from the way Whumper leaned in, whispering a message into their ear (once again casting an unwanted shiver), they imagined it was only the beginning.
@shameless-dumbass @coughdropcandymachine (sorry about the wait y’all, I swear I’m doing other productive things)
