Updated Intro Now That I Kinda Get How This Works:
Hello! It's 32W. I’ve been a long time lurker who finally wants to be part of this community! I’ve been into whump pretty much forever (since my formative years in the single digits), but I’ve been reading, writing, and drawing whump on and off for the last 15 years. I finally worked up the courage to post my own work this time last year, but I also reblog other people’s stuff too! My long-suffering wife is probably tired of hearing me talk about my fictional guys going through it as well, hence the blog!
Obligatory warning: minors DNI. Please. There’s gonna be nasty stuff on this blog and it will be tagged appropriately. Only you are accountable for your own online experience.
Likes and Interests
Slavery whump
Captivity whump
Pet whump (not exactly BBU, but BBU’s not bad)
Noncon/NSFW -will tag!
Noncon body mod -e.g., branding, tattooing, piercing
Kidnapping
Bondage
Caretaking
Communication barrier (language barrier, nonverbal whumpee, etc.)
G/t dynamics -relatively new interest but I like it
Squicks (nope-tropes, things I don’t like)
Gore -experimenting with mild gore, but I cannot handle a lot right now
Most hero/villain tropes -no shade, I’m just not into it
Supernatural whump -by this I mean magic and stuff. Again, nothing bad about it, just not really into it
Sickfics that have too much fluff
I have a Masterlist now
Special thanks goes out to @burnticedlatte @demondamage @whumperofworlds @poc-whump and other blogs and the people behind them who inspired/encouraged the making of this blog. You guys are awesome ❤️
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I love a huge breakdown as much as the next guy, but you know what I also love?
When the whump aftermath is shown in the small ways. A flinch when touched unexpectedly, certain words or confronting topics making them shut down, not being able to articulate why they don't want to go to that specific thing, but they know they don't want it...
Shared looks between friends/family who notice, a silent system worked out between them to handle Whumpee when something like this happens, handling it without making a big deal out of it or letting Whumpee notice that's what they're doing.
Would your Black whump event be open to nB contributors as well if they focus on Black characters or is it supposed to be mainly/only for Black whump creators?
2 - Reference to (1) that "(noun) blues" expression (like in Stone Butch Blues) with blue as in like, feeling sad/unhappy (as a reference to angst), (2) Blues as a music genre created by black people
3 - Suggested by anon, clever worldplay :)
4 - A little variation on #3 to make things clearer about being whump stuff. Although if we went with just noirvember i dont think thered be much of a problem :0 there is another noirvember event about noir films but it's called "@/noirvember-film" so I think we'd be good. I did want to add an option with whump in the name tho just so we cover all our bases
Thank you so much everybody who voted/shared it for reach! The formerly unnamed Black whump event's name will be Black Whump Blues :D It was one of my favorites as well and I think it's a wonderful result. I'll be announcing it here when I set up the blog!
Prompt: Fangs/ Found unconscious/ “Do you still love me?”
Content: nonhuman whumpee (naga whumpee so techically snakes as well), rescue, unconsciousness, whumpee x caretaker, lots and lots of doubts, a secret is revealed.
Word count: 900
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It wouldn’t be the first time that Caretaker had stumbled across a wounded animal-- or magical creature, for that matter-- and done their best to help. But experience never quite made the task easier. Caretaker never knew exactly what they would encounter, so they liked to be prepared for anything. As prepared as possible, at least.
But a naga... that was a new one.
The naga lay slumped, half-buried underneath branches and rubble rock. Their tail seemed to be mostly intact, if laying unnaturally flat. But they were clearly wounded in other ways, cuts and bruises all over their relatively small, frailer, human-like torso. And they were lying face down in the dirt. Unconscious.
Caretaker really didn’t know what to do here.
Snakes, Caretaker could deal with. The occasional basilisk, maybe, if they were very careful about it. But a naga... those were a bit too human for Caretaker’s comfort. They knew animal medicine, not human medicine. And they had absolutely no idea which one would be appropriate here.
Then the naga shifted, their tail curling closer to their torso. They let out a soft, strangled groan.
All of Caretaker's worry vanished. They were cleared of almost any thought at all. They simply moved, all but dropping to the creature’s side, pack full of supplies already open.
Caretaker reached out, a single hand brushing against scales to search for any wounds they might have missed. The naga flinched. Violently. They snapped away from Caretaker with a sharp hiss.
It would have been a very obvious warning, even if it had been from an ordinary snake. And it was a warning that Caretaker completely ignored.
“It’s alright,” Caretaker said softly. “I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help.”
The naga hissed again, tail lashing in warning. And then the hiss turned into a cry of pain. They curled in on themself, wincing, eyes shut tight in torment.
Caretaker bit back a sigh. “Please, try to hold still. I promise I’m going to help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” the naga snarled.
Then the naga opened their eyes to fix Caretaker with a glare. And Caretaker froze.
They knew those eyes. They knew that face, that hair, should have recognized them even under all the dirt and cuts and bruises.
This wasn’t just a random naga.
This was Whumpee.
Their Whumpee.
Caretaker’s hand fell lamely to their side. “Whumpee... what... how... what happened?”
It was then that Whumpee seemed to recognize Caretaker. Whumpee’s eyes went wide. A horrible look crossed their face-- one that looked far too close to fear for Caretaker’s comfort-- before they abruptly turned away. But that did nothing to erase the look on Whumpee's face from Caretaker's mind. Nor did it allow Caretaker to forget about the bruises and cuts all over them.
Caretaker carefully slid closer. “Alright... alright, you don’t need to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to. But please. Let me help you.”
Whumpee's tail lashed again, sending them further away from Caretaker. The movement made them gasp in pain again. Caretaker's heart wrenched.
“Please, Whumpee,” Caretaker whispered. “It’s me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Whumpee still hesitated. Still curled in on themselves as best as they could without causing even more pain. And they still kept their face hidden from Caretaker.
“Why... why are you here?” they choked out.
Caretaker would have loved to have said I was looking for you, but that would have been a lie. Whumpee had only been gone for a few hours at most, which was far from uncommon. Though now Caretaker found themself seeing those frequent periods of absence in a new, very concerning light.
At least their real answer would share the same sentiment. Hopefully.
“I was looking for those mushrooms you like,” said Caretaker. “I was hoping to surprise you with your favorite stew. When you came back. I... I thought things had been a little rough, lately, you’ve been quieter than usual, but I never--”
“You were going to surprise me?” Whumpee repeated.
Their voice was shaking. Caretaker didn’t know if that was due to the injuries or some other, far more emotional reason. They shoved that thought aside for the moment.
“Of course,” Caretaker said gently. “And I still... well, I can’t surprise you anymore, but I can still make you some stew. After I patch you up, and we get you home."
A soft noise escaped Whumpee’s throat, almost a hiss, almost a whine.
“You still want to feed me?” they choked out. “Even now? Even after... you...” Whumpee sighed, letting their entire form slump even lower than before. "You were never supposed to see me like this."
“We can talk about that later,” Caretaker said firmly. They offered their hand. “Come on. Let me take care of you. And then we can go home.”
Whumpee let out a soft breath, a sort of bitter laugh. “Home...”
“Before you say it, yes, I do still want you to come home,” Caretaker insisted.
And finally, finally, Whumpee met their gaze. The look in Whumpee’s eyes was uncertain. Heartwrenching.
“You... you still want me there?” they breathed, nearly sobbing. “You still love me?”
Caretaker didn't even hesitate.
“Of course I do.”
Whumpee's tail twitched. “Scales and fangs and all?”
“Scales and fangs and all,” Caretaker promised. “Now, come on. Let’s go home.”
I wonder if “we have to torture this special character. in the lab facility. with secret science.” is an interest all 12-year-old children share or were we just the generation exposed to Maximum Ride
The Facility is a critically important part here. See it’s a Science Facility. It’s run by a very shady clandestine organization, which is incredibly powerful. They’re maybe part of the government, or if not the government then something Illuminati-like.
As such The Facility is very high tech, and likely buried underground or hidden somewhere no normal person can access. The Torture being done is for Science, which the Facility is for. It’s all scientists in lab coats doing the torture. There is so much lab equipment and probably a lot of devices hooked up to the special character which will beep and go off the charts when the special character has a violent mind explosion. This part is important.
And a special mention to the couple of people identifying that a 12-year-old stuck in school all day is, perhaps, in a way, a special character being tortured in the science facility.
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Off the top of my head, here are some underused settings:
westerns / desert settings
polar regions / taiga / snowy steppe
heavily industrial areas, like shipyards or manufacturing plants
middle of the ocean (bonus points if it's on a boat rather than an island)
jungle
farmland
underground / mines / cave systems
above the tree line in the mountains
swamps / marshes
literally anywhere that isn't America/Europe. I'd kill to see a whump series set in Africa!! the more specific the better!
Appalachian Mountains
in the vertical mountains of China (think Tsingy de Bemaraha, or Zhangjiajie), in any era of your choosing
a lighthouse / fire watch station
a logging road in the middle of nowhere / a ranger's station that's closed down for the season
the Hoh Rainforest
the ISS
uhhhh I'm starting to run out
the moon
the Atacama Desert (there are a bunch of massive, remote astronomical telescopes up there that have some of the best views of the night sky in the entire world—in part because it's so cold, arid, and isolated)
fuck it: Point Nemo. I'd read the fuck out of a whump story set at Point Nemo
My two main whump series are set in 1200 BCE in the Syrian Desert / North Africa (The Jackal of An-Nadr), and in a surveillance-heavy cyberpunk dystopia (In Resonance).
I love unusual locations, and believe the setting can (and should!) be as powerful a force in the story as the protagonists. I would LOVE to read more stories that do the same 😍
You should think about how being tortured affects how your characters have sex. Do they have to pause due to chronic pain? Do they rely more on toys if their hands don’t work as well due to nerve damage or broken fingers that never quite healed right? Are there things they can’t tolerate anymore? Things they’ve started to enjoy as a way of processing what happened? Tell me about it!
In a world where non-human whumpees are treated/sold as pets, there must be some sort of shelter or rehabilitation center around, right?
Maybe these centers are underfunded and understaffed rehab centers, with far too few caretakers for far too many rescued, abused “pets.”
Further random thoughts:
Winged Whumpees being kept on a very tight schedule, only able to go out and stretch their wings in a larger, enclosed, outdoor area once a week. But it’s better, so much better than being stuck indoors all day, or chained up, or forced to perform meaningless tricks
Merfolk Whumpees in too-small tanks, but at least they’re clean, at least their Caretakers won’t force them out of it, at least they don’t have to flash their scales or sing or do fancy flips
Small whumpees (fairies, for example), being all crowded together in one enclosure, but they get to make friends, and get to commiserate with one another, sharing things that they would never dare share with their Caretakers, finally being understood.
More monstrous Whumpees being stuck in isolation, visited much less often, but at least they’re free of their chains and muzzles and shock collars
Adoption days. Countless humans coming in and out, looking for a perfect fit. Some Whumpees bringing out their best selves-- or what Whumper decided was their best-- desperate to find another home. Some Whumpees shying away, determined to stay where they finally felt safe and respected.
Feel free to add more!
Counting this as filling the Day 6 prompt (Pet/You're Just an Animal) for @melpomenelamusa 's whump event ☺️
Featuring a Living Weapon Whumpee who still remembers their old role and would like to distance themselves from it
TW/CW: implied past noncon whump
Whumpee missed the little things, the small luxuries of their old life like soft bedsheets, warm showers, and tender touches—nothing like their current life, where they’d be lucky to get one creaky metal cot with a half-inch worn mattress to sleep on (to say nothing of the infrequent hygienic routines and brusque manhandling). Still, Whumpee knew what came with their previous life of luxury, and they never wanted to return to it. They fell into this new role easier than they thought they would. Their newfound skills and lockstep obedience were (finally) valued in a way nobody had valued them before. They were important, they were valued, and they would never be demoted back to a bed warmer again. Not after knowing how good it could feel to be a blade.
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whumpee that throws themself into service for caretaker, in a desperate attempt to prove their use as a slave, because they don't know how else to earn food.
yesss….we love a Whumpee who thinks that have to pay for it
