A Place to Whump Your Favourite OCs and Characters

They/Them

[whumping-times]

Hi!

This is a blog I made so I can talk about Whumps and Whumping because I don’t have the money for therapy. Here’s my info :3

Name: Moss/Times

Pronouns: They/Them

This blog will include things that you may find triggering. I’ll try my best to place triggers on my own posts, but I recommend you be careful.

I’m into anything when it comes to Whumping, but I always love a snarky Whumpee and then breaking them >:3

You’re more than welcome to use my prompts! Just please tag me if you do, I’d love to read your stuff !!!

DNI if you’re a bigot (transphobic, homophobic, sexist, racist, ableist, etc.) or a pro-shipper.

This blog is SFW.

Please do not send me anything about the following things: R*pe/Non-con, SH/Su*ide, whumps against/including a pregnant character, any whumps against/including children, infant/child death, infertility, miscarriage, abortion, etc. Your message will be deleted and you may be blocked.

Here’s some quick definitions!

Whump: Making a character hurt, sick or vulnerable in a story. They may be comforted or helped (or not). The means what they’re hurt by can vary from a cold to torture.

Whumpee: The character that is hurt, sick or vulnerable.

Whumper: The character causing the hurt, sickness or vulnerability (if there is one).

Caregiver: The character caring for the Whumpee or trying to help them.

Whump is different than hurt/comfort as hurt/comfort focusing on the care and healing, whereas Whump is mainly just pain and suffering.

[girlsdogmotif]

Time line of average whump enjoyer:

a little too obsessed with those scenes in Tangled, Aladdin, and Sleeping Beauty, etc. in childhood

being an intense reader during elementary school, enjoying books with lots of angst and violence. re-reading certain parts because "they're just really well written chapters"

in early teens downloads instagram and pinterest and saves a bunch of hero/villain writing prompts and snippits for "writing inspo"

eventually downloads Tumblr and follows @the-modern-typewriter

finds out what whump is by following whump blogs and begins to like and reblog posts

discovery of ao3 and Graphic Depictions of Violence tag

rebloging too many whump posts on main, creates sideblog "just for reblogging"

writes a few of their own prompts/drabbles

finds amazing whump series and becomes obsessed with peoples OCs

starts writing own whump story

10,000 years later: autocorrect finally no longer corrects "whump" to thump, chump, whimper, lump, whomp, etc.

[whumping-times]

Whumper telling whumpee to get rid of their body hair and then handing them a pair of tweezers.

[justlikeotherchemists]

Whumper: I will break you. Whumpee: I'm sure you will, but will it happen in time to stop our plans?

[fallenwhumpee]

Imagine Whumpee(personal favourite is leader whumpee for everything this one) having very tight schedule, be it missions or work. Or maybe just plot, you know. Normal stuff for a whumpee without a break. They are stretched thin, doing everything and putting effort for hours and missing sleep over sleep. They slowly get used to it, make a rhythm. They get the same day again and again with tasks slowly progressing. It maybe takes weeks. Maybe months. Then things get done. And whumpee is left with nothing to do.

Whumpee had begged for that to happen. Waited like a predator waiting for their prey. They made plans, lists of things postponed and too many "the first thing I'll do when i get this done is..." type of talks with everyome around. But when it actually happens, whumpee simply can't get out of the schedule they've built in desperation. Even without the alarm, they wake up after four hours of sleep with cold sweats and thinking that they need to do something. Laying on bed isn't making the time pass and makes them more restless. Their body is shutting down randomly, for fifteen minutes or fifteen hours, no inbetween because their body had decided it was the only way whumpee would rest, despite whumpee taking the day off to do that already. Nothing feels enjoyable with their drained body, their list thrown into the trash when whumpee realises they don't have the energy for any of it. Their enthusiasm gone, their body feeling like a burden they have to carry with them.

All whumpee can do is to wait for their body to make another schedule to break the one they've built to survive.

[salomeslashes]

It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

[kabie-whump]

Royal Whumpee being held hostage in their own palace but forced to act like everything's fine to the public send post

[sideblong]

when character a is barely conscious and being princess carried by character b and when b goes to put them down a whimpers and fists their hand into the fabric of their shirt and b goes shhh shh shh and takes their hand in theirs while gently cradling their head oughhhhhh oughhhhh………….

[lovelizards]

sleep depravation in whump is good, because i think we can all relate to just being so exhausted you can't do anything. how can a whumpee protect themselves, plan an escape, or even think straight when they're running on fumes?

but i was thinking about taking it a step further, and forcing a nocturnal whumpee to be awake during the day, and asleep at night.

a vampire whumpee, exhausted beyond measure, being beaten all day while their body screams for rest, or pricked with pins when their eyes dare to close, and then once the sun sets, sitting awake and in pain all night because their internal clock says its not time to sleep anymore.

eventually they'll adjust, edging carefully around the shadows of a window left open on purpose to let in cruel daylight, sitting fully awake in the shade of the curtains in their room, and longing for the cool quiet of night time.

and when night does come, their sleep is troubled, fear jolting them awake every couple hours. it's so frustrating, but what can they do? they were conditioned not to sleep when their body says to.

they're constantly exhausted, constantly foggy brained, and too weak to fight back.

there's no way they'll ever get a good night's rest again, who knows what whumper might do to them while they try to sleep?

[jordanstrophe]

I love whumpees who are terrified of caretaker.

Maybe they don't know them. Maybe they've seen what caretaker's capable of; or wtinessed what they've done. Whumpee doesn't trust them and wants nothing to do with them.

But in the end, caretaker was the only one who came for them. They pulled whumpee out of the bloody mess whumper left them in as whumpee clung to caretaker's neck trembling.

[whump-in-the-closet]

“No, wait a second! wait! Please— just wait!”

“I thought you were tired of me hurting you. I’m giving you a break.”

“No! Don’t hurt them— I can take it. I’ll do it.”

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue i kinda go feral for

Characters who are unhinged/ self-destructive edition

"If I don't make it back, run." They know they don't have a fighting chance against the trap Whumper's set for them. They're still going to try.

"Shut up and fucking fight me." There's blood dripping from their nose and they wipe it away, lunging to their feet after being knocked down.

"Is it just me, or did you used to pack a better punch?" Sardonic, biting back the tears. They can't hear through the ringing in their ears and Whumper twists a hand into their hair, forcing their head up. "Just you."

"Don't touch me. I said, don't. touch. me." Whumper's hand finds their throat anyway and Whumpee, in restraints, can only snarl. Whumper smiles. "What are you going to do about it?" Whumpee's eyes flash, dangerous, brilliant, then bite down hard on Whumper's hand.

"Ah, yes, Whumper, remember when I said I would destroy everything you loved? I'm here to follow through on that." Behind them, something is burning and they're leaning on their weapon for support. They lift it slowly. "Ready? I am."

"Everyone get behind me. Now!" An explosion. Brilliant, flashing pain, then nothing.

"Fuck you-- don't lock me in here! I can still fight!" Whumpee slams their fist against the door as Caretaker reluctantly backs away from the glass, guilt-stricken. But they cannot let Whumpee leave. Not in the state they're in, not with the unhealed mass of lacerations on their back and arms. "So help me," Whumpee shouts through the glass. "I'll break this door down!"

[hurtfortea]

We should have more carewhumpees.

More caretakers who neglect their own needs, pushing aside and downplaying their issues, trying to care for whumpee.

More caretakers who feel guilty for not having done enough, sooner.

More who need to fix it even when it isn't their business and they shouldn't. Who step in when nobody asked them to.

And maybe this need to do good, to be a hero, is to make up for something they did before, or something they failed to do. Maybe, no matter how much they help, they never feel like a good person.

They never feel worthy of their own love.

Even though they need it the most.

[whump-galaxy]

The whumper rolling the whumpee over with their boot. Pressing their steel toe under the whumpee’s ribs. Kneeling on the whumpee’s chest while mocking them for not being able to get a word out.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[gentle-and-fierce]

Kneeling

Pushed to their knees, hitting the ground painfully enough to make them grimace

Forced to kneel as a stress position, on the hard ground or on gravel or on shards of glass

Kneeling formally, for a long time. They want to keep still for this, they want to show respect, and it hurts, but still, they do it

Kneeling as a sign of submission. With this gesture, they're not only humiliated, they also sign themselves and their whole family over to the other's rule

That defiant glare of a whumpee who is on their knees, bruised and bloody with hands tied behind their back, but still ready to defy their captor to hell and back

Ordered to kneel and complying, prepared for the pain that will inevitably follow, because otherwise their friend gets hurt instead

Kneeling down to beg, to show their submission and maybe be granted mercy if they do it prettily enough

Kneeling down to formally plead for their friends or loved ones sake. Pressing themselves to the floor ever deeper the more desperate they become

Tied up, blindfolded and being made to kneel. Then left alone, in the dark, in the dreadful quiet, to wait for they know not what fate

Kneeling before someone in veneration, looking up at them as though they were the sun

Or, kneeling before them, head bowed, ready to accept whatever they will choose to do with them. It's a calmer, more deliberate version of that same veneration as before

[defire]

Defiant whumpee struggling to do anything but kneel, until their ankle is broken under a bat and they're ordered once more to "kneel, or it'll be the other one"

Stoic whumpee that has been kneeling for hours, biting down on both lips in an effort to keep down the grunts of pain from their knees bruising/whatever they're kneeling on

[aloafofbreadwithanxiety]

Broken Whumpee instantly dropping to their knees in terror

Legs falling asleep, Whumpee stuck in that position for so long that they can’t feel their legs (I’ve done it, not fun)

Not being able to get up on their own afterwards, their legs asleep and not working

Kneeling with a boot on their back, keeping them down

Kneeling so often there’s callouses and that they can ignore the pain

[whumping-times]

“Maybe someday we’ll rest. For now, we’ll hide.”