Hello. Call me Gremlin. Somehow managed to stay alive for 21+ years so far. Idk how I did that ngl. This is a sideblog. No dni. Let the chaos reign!!! Wooooo poggies babagaBOOSH!!!!
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“Regarding setting, the court held that both works taking place in Alaska high schools was not protectable because Alaska is a public place and setting a teen novel in a high school is a common genre convention.”
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vampire whumpee accidentally gets drunk on a drunk persons blood (they found em passed out). maybe they’re newly turned and didn’t even know this was possible. now they’re drunk And confused and maybe even scared about it and caretaker has to care for and comfort them
^ courtesy of @honeycollectswhump in my search for the perfect vampire prompt
"What... What's going on with me...?" Whumpee stammered. The world was slowly becoming more blurry as their vision spun. They had just taken their first drink after having been turned. The guy was already passed out in the bushes, it was easy prey. But now they were feeling weird.
"Oh dear," someone said from behind them, and Whumpee spun around, almost losing their balance. "You didn't drink from that, did you?"
Another vampire. A strange vampire. A vampire who had likely been a vampire for far longer than Whumpee. An enemy vampire?
"Who are you?" Whumpee barked.
"Don't get your hackles up," the stranger said with a smile. "But seriously, your nose should be better by now. That guy on the ground is blackout drunk. You drank their blood?"
Blackout... Whumpee sniffed the air. They could smell alcohol. How did they not smell it on his blood before?
"How old are you? Have you ever had a shot before? Doesn't look it. But I know looks can be deceiving with our kind."
"I've only been a vampire for a day," Whumpee admitted, embarrassed. They were slurring their words now. Great. They'd never drunk before. They weren't legal. "I'm 17."
"A child," the stranger said with a faraway look in their eyes.
"I'm a vampire nonetheless!" they said, trying to stand their ground and not freak out now that they were drunk and in the company of someone who looked like they'd seen mankind rise and fall.
"I'm not your enemy," they said, and Whumpee could finally relax a little.
"So why are you still here? To laugh at me?"
"I'll help you," they said. "You'd be prime target for hunters like this, inebriated as you are."
Whumpee blinked. "Help?" They... hadn't had a lot of help recently. Their friends abandoned them when the vampire attacked their group. They'd been drained and woke up turned. In the past day, no one came looking for them. When the sun finally set, they set out alone, and now they had drunk from this stupid drunkard...
"Yes, help," they said, bringing Whumpee back to the present. "My name is Caretaker."
"Whumpee," they said, still in a daze. "What do I do to get... less drunk?"
"Come," Caretaker said, extending a hand. "We'll go back to my castle and help you sober up."
The newest animator vs animation is set to come out this month so I want you all to know that when that happens this blog is going to be full of me talking about whumping stick figures
A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE.
vampire whumpee accidentally gets drunk on a drunk persons blood (they found em passed out). maybe they’re newly turned and didn’t even know this was possible. now they’re drunk And confused and maybe even scared about it and caretaker has to care for and comfort them
^ courtesy of @honeycollectswhump in my search for the perfect vampire prompt
"What... What's going on with me...?" Whumpee stammered. The world was slowly becoming more blurry as their vision spun. They had just taken their first drink after having been turned. The guy was already passed out in the bushes, it was easy prey. But now they were feeling weird.
"Oh dear," someone said from behind them, and Whumpee spun around, almost losing their balance. "You didn't drink from that, did you?"
Another vampire. A strange vampire. A vampire who had likely been a vampire for far longer than Whumpee. An enemy vampire?
"Who are you?" Whumpee barked.
"Don't get your hackles up," the stranger said with a smile. "But seriously, your nose should be better by now. That guy on the ground is blackout drunk. You drank their blood?"
Blackout... Whumpee sniffed the air. They could smell alcohol. How did they not smell it on his blood before?
"How old are you? Have you ever had a shot before? Doesn't look it. But I know looks can be deceiving with our kind."
"I've only been a vampire for a day," Whumpee admitted, embarrassed. They were slurring their words now. Great. They'd never drunk before. They weren't legal. "I'm 17."
"A child," the stranger said with a faraway look in their eyes.
"I'm a vampire nonetheless!" they said, trying to stand their ground and not freak out now that they were drunk and in the company of someone who looked like they'd seen mankind rise and fall.
"I'm not your enemy," they said, and Whumpee could finally relax a little.
"So why are you still here? To laugh at me?"
"I'll help you," they said. "You'd be prime target for hunters like this, inebriated as you are."
Whumpee blinked. "Help?" They... hadn't had a lot of help recently. Their friends abandoned them when the vampire attacked their group. They'd been drained and woke up turned. In the past day, no one came looking for them. When the sun finally set, they set out alone, and now they had drunk from this stupid drunkard...
"Yes, help," they said, bringing Whumpee back to the present. "My name is Caretaker."
"Whumpee," they said, still in a daze. "What do I do to get... less drunk?"
"Come," Caretaker said, extending a hand. "We'll go back to my castle and help you sober up."
a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you
like most of the Whump I see has whumpees who remember everything clearly and are always crying and shi.
but what abt whumpees who dissociate heavily? Whenever they were tortured or whatever they mentally checked out of the situation, their mind somewhere far away from the pain.
and this carries over to when they’ve been rescued. Say Caretaker accidentally triggers them and instead of crying their eyes glaze over, mind already somewhere far away where they can’t be hurt
whumper who always accepts whumpee's negotiations. who mostly listens when whumpee begs. whose rules are very explicit and strictly enforced but outside of that? whumpee's free.
not enough whump where whumper acts like they have all the time in the world to do what they want with whumpee. what is not hurting whumpee for one day in the face of decades of doing whatever you want to them? do you need violence to break someone or do you think decades of captivity will suffice ?
I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE
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