hi everyone! • lvl 22 • ya’ll can call me whatever • she/her • i post stories and stuff • yes, most of it is vampire related :) • 18+ blog • i’m new to Tumblr, help • asks are open! i would love to answer questions • or just to talk of course :3
I finally got myself to stop procrastinating from making a masterlist lmaoo. I thought, hmm maybe it’s actually a good idea to make one, if I do plan on posting a lot. So! This is it! I don’t really know how everyone does this, but I’ll just use my creativity :).
Tw’s for most of my writes (oh boi) : vampire (but like, a lot), blood, biting, fangs, gore (as in organs and stuff), character deaths, innocent characters, merciless characters, characters with mixed emotions, yanderes, insane characters, broken bones, whump (pls-), whump prompts, whump scenarios, a lot of whump lines, knives, ropes, pain, a lot of oofies, stalking, choking (on blood), fear, crying, characters breaking in houses, captured characters, swearing, creepy characters, a lot of pet names, losing control, bullying, angry characters, red eyes, veiny eyes, betrayal, supernatural powers, missing characters, begging, mentions of drinking alcohol, drunk characters, open wounds, scars, cuts, characters making stupid decisions, and probably a lot more but I’ll add those when I post more stuff :).
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My writings
•Aura•
•Running from death•
•Always mind your own business•
•A Special Occasion•
Just whump things™ (i DoN’t Do WhUmP, I sWeAr!)
•Whump prompt #1•
•Whump prompt #2•
•Whump prompt #3•
•Whumper lines #1•
•Whumper lines #2•
•Whumper lines #3•
•Whumpee lines #1•
•Whumpee lines #2•
Random stuff
•A tag game I participated in (cool if you wanna, like, know my favorite color lol)•
•Me as a flower!•
My fav fren writings!
•Récamier (read this, or else)•
•Four•
•A nightmare that won’t let you wake•
•Whatever this is•
•Mine•
•It’s about taste•
My introduction post
•Hi everyone!•
Peeps I would like to shoutout (bc they deserve it!)
My bestest fren @whumpitisthen ! Omg that rhymes lmaooooo. They have encouraged me to make this blog and tbh, I am so glad that they did. I’ve been wanting to post my writings for a rly rly long time, but was just too scared to do it hehe. They are always suuuuper patient with me whenever I don’t know how Tumblr works (which happens a lot. Trust me) and also they have proof read literally everything I have written so far lol. So I just wanted to say a quick thank you :3. Oh and also, read their stories please!!! The stories are very good and very whumpy *wink wonk*.
I would also like to quickly shoutout @simplygrimly , bc honestly, they have made me so happy when they commented on one of my writings lolol. I never thought that anyone would actually read my stuff, but they did. So thank you so much for that!
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Guess what, ya’ll! I’m still alive! And I’m back with some very good content hehe~ Anyway, I wrote this piece a while back, but I only now decided to post it :’). I hope that ya’ll enjoy it, though!
~ A Special Occasion ~
Whumpee would rather have to endure a violent beating to the kneecaps than to be here. Be watched at like this. Humiliated. Whumper thought it to be a wonderful idea to dress him up in a neat tuxedo. They actually tried! A bit too hard in Whumpee’s opinion. Now every single soul in the building has their eyes on him. Because a Whumper-only party is the place to be, right? The hungry stares from the others scare the little one to no end. He doesn’t dare look anyone in the eyes, too afraid that they will swallow him up whole just like that. But Whumper’s warm, strong body towers over him by his side. They’re not touching him, not with a single finger. But they make it clear enough that this boy is theirs.
He already knew they were up to no good, when he heard the news that he will join his captor to a ‘special occasion’. But before he could utter the words “please, I don’t want to go”, Whumper was already helping him put on his clothes. There was never a choice to begin with. And now they are making their way through a swarm of people, the eyes of the others filled with the need to torture the boy for hours on end. He has seen that look before. One too many times.
Much to Whumpee’s disliking, he occasionally gets prodded by teasing elbows, making him wince softly. The audience is unable to see under the expensive looking tuxedo he’s wearing, but his body is covered with bruises and cuts. Whumper was in a particularly happy mood last night, which in turn caused them to visit their favorite boy until the sun was coloring the streets with its bright rays again. His body feels sore and awfully tired now, but sleeping is not an option. Not when the predators are about ready to attack their prey.
Whumper’s unorthodox, sweet voice fills the quiet room, as they are greeting their fellow evil minds. The others don’t say anything back, obviously too preoccupied with this beautiful little thing being near them. An elbow finds its way to Whumpee’s bruised rib, making him stop dead in his tracks. His body doubles over, as pain suddenly shoots through him. Whumper stands behind him, a subtle grin on their face. “What’s wrong, hmm?” they hum. Whumpee’s eyes widen in an instant, afraid that he just made a mistake. He tries to recollect himself as much as he can and answers.
“N-Nothing!”
“Keep walking, then.”
And that he does. They continue to move on, now thankfully almost being at their destination. Well, more like Whumper’s destination. Whumpee is never allowed to drink alcohol. His brain will get all fuzzy and stupid, and it’ll filter out the pain. But they want him to feel all of it. Every single sharp knife tearing his tender skin open, every nail violently getting pulled out of his fingers. It would be a waste to hear playful chuckles instead of raspy cries for help. That’s why he may never drink alcoholic beverages. They finally reach one of the waiters on the other side of the room, holding up a tray with glasses of champagne on it. Whumper lifts their hand up, grabs a glass, an entertained smile on their face.
Whumpee stands next to them, present to serve just as decoration. There’s not much he can do anyway. But the adorable, panicked expressions and involuntary flinches whenever someone makes a sudden move cause such happiness in Whumper’s body. They could have never asked for a better boy than this one. Whumpee watches as his captor downs the champagne in mere seconds and grabs another one right after. His hand is grabbed by them suddenly, leading him to a fancy looking seat in the corner of the room. They gesture for him to sit down on it. Whumpee obeys, as he should, and looks up at them with worried eyes. Are they going to just leave him here to suffer in silence? “Stay here, Darling. I’ll unfortunately have to leave your side for now to get the necessary pleasantries out of the way. But I promise that I’ll tend to you afterwards. Oh, don’t you worry about that.” The smile on their face never left. If anything, it got even wider after their statement. Whumpee’s blood runs cold, as Whumper turns their back on him to join the others. He’s alone now. Alone in a room filled with people.
One might think that this is a good thing. But he knows that even though their eyes are not on him, they can see everything he does. How his chest heaves up and down heavily as fear starts to set in, how he’s anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. There is no chance for him to escape while they are not paying attention. However, this is not even what bothers Whumpee the most. No, it’s the terrifying realization that his captor just gave the other Whumpers the approval to do with him whatever they want. They did so the very second they turned around and left. It’s almost as if they threw a sheep in the lion’s den.
To Whumpee’s surprise, though, no one seems to approach him. The others occasionally glance at the poor thing sitting all by himself, but none of them actually come closer. It confuses him, but who is he to go and complain about it? A swift smile appears on his face, feeling happy that he can finally take a break and just feel safe for once. This feeling is soon replaced by worry once more, as his bladder starts to act up. He looks around for Whumper, but he’s lost them out of sight. The very last thing he wants is to wet his pants right now. He has done so many times before. And all of those times ended horribly. Whumper loathes it when he makes a mess.
But what can he do? He can’t just go to the bathroom without permission. Whumper will make him regret doing that for sure. His mind weighs off all his options and possible horrifying outcomes, but eventually gets up to look for the restroom, completely disobeying his captor. Whumpee finds himself in multiple different hallways before finding the correct one, causing a relieved feeling to wash over him at last. He may very well could have gotten lost in this massive building, but luckily his eyes are now meeting the doorway to the restroom. He walks inside, empties his bladder, and quickly walks out again to return to the seat before Whumper notices he’s gone. If they didn’t already. Now almost nearing the end of the hallway, silently praying that he won’t take a wrong turn again, a tall figure approaches him. His heart skipped a beat, begging words almost rolling off his tongue already, as he thought it was Whumper.
After a careful look, however, he realizes that it’s not his captor. A deep sigh escapes him, but gets drawn right back in, as the figure is now mere inches away from him. They chuckle, their breath reeking of alcohol. “I didn’t see you when I came in just moments ago,” they come even closer towards Whumpee, causing him to take a step back. “You don’t seem to be one of us. Are you perhaps lost, little one?”
Whumpee takes yet another step back, pure terror now taking over his body. What if they take him? Whumper will make sure he will never hear the end of it if they have to retrieve him from someone else. Or feel the end of it, rather. He’s not sure what’s scarier. The figure continues to come closer, now reaching out a hand to grab onto his chin. They move his face around to take a good look at him. “Not a single ounce of defiance left in you,” they smile, their head tilted in delight. “Would be a real shame if someone were to just take you, wouldn’t it?” Shivers run down Whumpee’s spine. “P-Please, I-”
“Whumpee,” a new voice fills the hallway. Not questioning, not searching. But just low enough to let Whumpee know he is in trouble. He looks behind the one now hovering over him, only to see Whumper standing there. The figure sighs, and turns around to look at the person who, to their annoyance, joined them. “Who the fuck dares to interrupt-” they quickly swallow their foolish words, seeing the all too familiar face. Whumpee takes this as the perfect opportunity to run back to his captor, hiding behind them. He finally feels safe. The stranger looks at them with wide, fearful eyes. “I-I-I-I didn’t k-know he was y-yours!” they stutter, any sign of intoxication suddenly gone. “Oh, I’m sure that you didn’t spot us when we walked in,” Whumper’s voice sounds awfully sarcastic. That has never shown to be a good thing. “I j-just got here! I s-swear!” panic visibly starts to set in for the stranger. Whumper chuckles and turns around, their eyes falling upon what’s most precious to them. “Darling, be a good boy and return to your seat,” to this, Whumpee nods, and immediately does as he is told. He definitely doesn’t want to aggravate them more at this point.
After a short while, Whumpee thankfully manages to find his way back to the main hall. Not long after he takes a seat, a bloodcurdling scream fills the building, where just moments before many chatting voices could be heard. Whumpee jumps up, facing the maze-like hallways where he just came from. It is definitely not Whumper’s voice that’s screaming in agony like that. It must be the drunken stranger that approached him before. Whumpee wonders what Whumper must be doing to them. The screams then cease, whereafter Whumper returns to collect their little one. Droplets of red have appeared on both of their hands, as well as their tuxedo. They grab him by the arm and lift him up from the seat. “We are leaving,” Whumper says sternly. Both of them then walk off towards the exit. “W-What happened back there…?” Whumpee looks up at them with doe eyes, seemingly seeking for answers. “I had to teach them some manners, is all. One simply does not touch what is mine.” Whumper’s grip around Whumpee’s arm tightens considerably after that. The stranger definitely angered them. Whumpee isn’t even sure if they are still alive as of now. He can’t help but feel proud of his captor for protecting him like that. It leaves a warm feeling all over his body. “Thank you. F-for protecting me.” A chuckle then escapes Whumper’s mouth. “Did you truly think for even a second that I was doing you a favor?”
The atmosphere suddenly changes. Whumpee frowns, now feeling confused more than anything. They did that to protect him, right? Why else would they do such horrible things to someone they don’t even know? “I wasn’t trying to keep you safe, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Whumper says, seemingly reading the little one’s mind. “I abhor it when other individuals touch my property. It is unjust.” So, they did it just as a vengeful act? Whumpee’s head spins, as the gears in his head work overtime. “Besides, you are in big trouble, Darling. You were foolish enough to leave your spot, even though I had told you to stay put. You are not very obedient after all, it seems,” a wide grin appears on Whumper’s face. Regret overwhelms Whumpee. “I’m sorry, really! I-I won’t do it again! Just, please forgive me!” he pleads, but alas, it is in vain. “Pets should be punished when they misbehave, no?” Whumpee cries and thrashes in Whumper’s grip, but there is nothing he can do to save himself now. His skin crawls, as he realizes what horrors await him when they get back to the place he was forced to call ‘home’.
"I feel broken," they said to the darkness, a secret whispered between them and their fellow captive in this place.
Only the quiet inhale and exhale of the other's breathing answered them.
They stared into the darkness above them, wondering if they'd get any response. What did they want them to say? Words of comfort? Of affirmation they felt the same? Some confirmation at least they were not alone in this nightmare.
But the silence stretched. Until they became convinced their companion was asleep. Their admission had gone unheard. Perhaps it was the best, to keep such things inside. That once fears were said out loud, they would become reality.
Or perhaps, they had never said anything in the first place. Maybe they only imagined the admission had whispered past their lips. More of their sanity, slipping through the cracks.
A shuffle broke the silence, their companion turning over to face them. They heard them sigh, as exhausted as they were.
"You're not broken," their companion whispered in reply, their voice low and hoarse.
They smiled softly at the words. Perhaps that's what they had wanted to hear, needed to hear, to make it through another night. Until their companion finished with-
4/17 whump prompts *5 sentences* “Now, now pet, behave,” Oliver said, his fingers dug into the vampire’s back as his cohorts milked the vampire of his venom.
"Now, behave," Oliver said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a purr, his fingers digging like knives into the vampire's shoulders to hold him still.
The vampire boy whimpered, weakly, pink-tinged tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, staining the whites around his green irises, wide open with fear.
He couldn't stop himself from struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, he had to do something, to move in some way. The metal ring forced between his teeth kept his mouth open so wide his jaw was nearly cracking, and if he'd had to breathe to live, it would have been difficult to do so comfortably.
Luckily, he was already dead.
Oliver's other hand found its way into his hair, petting gently, a jarring comparison to the violence of his grip.
The man in front of him leaned over, placing a small dish into his open mouth, angled so the lip of one side caught on his bottom teeth and held there. Then he took a small tool like a q-tip and tipped the vampire's chin up, getting a better look with a little flashlight.
"There we go. I see the glands. Hold him."
Oliver's fingers twisted into coppery hair and held fast.
The tool pressed into the venom gland just behind his fangs and the vampire's whimper turned to a whine and then to a high shriek of pain and discomfort, trying to whip his head from side to side, but he was held too tightly to do more than jerk a little, here and there.
The pain was blinding.
His vision went white, as if staring directly into a heatless sun, and he screamed. Pain sparked in the glands and went straight to his brain, down his spine, to the tips of his toes.
His back arched in a perfect bow. He couldn't feel the ache in his scalp from Sir's hands because the pain of everything else simply overwhelmed it.
Finally, the tool finished prodding first one gland and then the other, the little dish was full to brimming of venom, and the man pulled back and away. He poured the venom into a container that he sealed carefully and labeled.
The vampire boy's sobs, muffled and distorted by his forced-open mouth, filled the room.
"There we go, darlin', all done..." Oliver murmured against his ear, his thumb rubbing at the back of the boy's shoulder as if in comfort. "That wasn't so bad, now was it, lovely?"
The vampire shuddered, and sobbed, and Oliver listened to him and gave a soft, affectionate little laugh.
Then he looked up. "Pull his fangs while we've got him open."
The vampire began to struggle again, desperate and mindless, and Oliver's laugh was louder than the sound of the vampire's fear.
I feel like gore fits under whump. Like whump is sometimes sickness or natural injury and more about the story and character reactions whereas gore/guro is more focused on the description and actual injury. But I think there's a lot of overlap.
Thank you for answering!
I’ve gotten a few mixed responses, but I find them all to be informative. The way I am now understanding it, I believe that it might break down like this:
Whump - A general term used in fandoms to describe tropes involving emotional, physical, and/or mental suffering between fictional characters.
Whump can involve anything from minor injuries to amputations and other extreme situations similar to topics explored in Gore/Guro fiction. However, today this is not the norm in whump and it can interfere with many people’s limits, referred to as a “squick.”
Whump fiction often has an emphasis on character dynamics and there are terms to refer to the person being injured (whumpee) and the person who injures them (whumper) or the person who takes care of them (caretaker).
For this reason, whump can also be an umbrella term for another trope found in fan fiction/creative fiction: h/c (hurt/comfort.)
Whump also seems to explore a lot hospital and medical topics.
Gore/Guro related works - Fictional artworks and writings involving mostly physical pain and injuries.
Like whump, there are many different sub categories for Gore/Guro. These range from depictions of characters covered in bruises, surface wounds, and bandages to the more extreme stuff involving, but not limited to, torture, vore, and death (and sometimes even after death.)
This kind of fiction can also dwell into the emotional and mental aspects, usually when depicted as a narrative piece of work such as a comic.
Gore/Guro fiction explores topics that are impossible and lethal solely for the purpose of extending the physical and emotional tolls of the characters.
Angst - Unlike Whump and Gore/Guro fiction, angst is a term specific for the emotional and mental turmoils a character may have to go through when facing challenging situations.
Angst can be found in topics explored in whump and Gore/Guro fiction, however.
Conclusions:
There is a lot of overlap between whump and gore/guro fiction. They also seem to overlap with another trope called angst because of the extreme situations characters have to go through.
Whump may be thought of as a huge umbrella term and guro/gore can possibly be a subcategory of whump fiction.
Now that I’ve settled into my new blog nicely I think it’d be nice to finally do a proper introduction as I’ve never actually made one
Fellow Whumpers! I’m S! She/her, 26, and located somewhere in Europe.
I specialize in making whump art and comics! I make both n$fw and $fw art. I do not have a very good writing skill but I occasionally dabble. I’ve been active in the whump community for about 3 months before moving to this primary blog.
My favorite tropes are:
Male only whump
Pet whump/captivity
N0n/dubc0n My Beloved
Drugging
Emotional manipulation/psychological @buse
Intimate/creepy whumpers
Conditioned and defiant whumpees both have my heart
See my art here!
Some of my favorite whump blogs: @undertheburrow @lonesome–hunter @deluxewhump @whatgoeswhumpinthenight @whumpwillow @kween-pinescales @whump-cravings @whump3000 @awfulwhumpsideblog @crowned-avery @canniboylism @rat-father @danswhumpdump @whumpzone @galaxywhump @darklyria @whumpnoire @your-local-vamp @cupcakes-and-pain
Could you another drabble with a masochistic whumpee?
(tw: restraints, masochism/sadism)
“You like this, don’t you? You revel in it.”
Whumpee shot Whumper a dangerous glare, sagging in the chains on the ceiling that held them up. Everything in their face told Whumper no, they don’t like this, they want it to stop.
But their body wanted more, needed more, it was an insatiable thing. Every punch to the gut lit a fire in them, every slap scratched an itch deep down they didn’t know they had. Even Whumper’s degrading words urged them to listen, to want to hear more.
“F…fuck you. Fuck you.” Whumpee wouldn’t give. They knew how obvious it was, how their pathetic body looked in that moment, but they still had their dignity. They wouldn’t let that monster strip that away too.
Whumper took a moment to admire what was in front of them. A doll at their disposal. A face with so much anger despite their body being like a magnetic force to everything Whumper had to give them. Such a beautiful contradiction.
“I know how much you want it,” Whumper drawled. The poor little growl that escaped Whumpee’s lips filled them with even more delight. They picked up the nearest item, they didn’t care to look. Anything would satisfy their needs at this point.
Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the throat, pinned them to the wall and sneered in their face.
"I like when I've bruised you." They pressed a thumb into the dark ring around Whumpee's neck, unable to even relish the flinch and gasp from pain that they didn't have a hand in causing.
