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Hello everyone! I thought it could be fun to play a whumpy writing game, so here we are!
Pass the story, whump edition!
The game is pretty simple, it's just like a group story telling. Below there is a starter with a few lines of a story, and you get to build on it! Just reblog and write a section to continue the latest section of the story, then someone else can reblog that, and so forth! This means the story can shift and change, and has endless possible outcomes!
We will be using generic terms to refer to characters such as "whumpee", "whumper", "caretaker", etc, to make it easier for people to add on.
Rules are very basic, but please follow them!
First, do not hijack the story! If you want to add a clever twist, thats perfect! But don't go completely changing everything else people have added, or try to force it in a direction its not going.
Second, please keep it SFW! We want everyone to be able to participate.
Third, this is a whump thing so it will obviously get whumpy, but please try to tag everything appropriately so we can keep people safe!
Finally, have fun! This is to help share creativity and ideas, and to have a fun time within our community!
Below is the starter (please forgive my poor writing skills XD), happy writing and I can't wait to see where this goes! Please use the #Pass the Story tag so its easy for people to follow along! Feel free to add a much or as little as you like, length is not an issue!
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At first there was nothing but darkness. Whumpee felt like they were floating in the foggy grey, almost a peaceful feeling, one they clung to.
But it was not to be, a sudden pain stabbing through whumpee and dragging them harshly out of unconsciousness. The feelings rushed in before anything else, pain flaring in their abdomen as they woke, body aching as the memories of getting beaten flooded back with the pain. Groaning softly, Whumpee forced their eyes open, only to flinch and close them again at the bright light shining directly in their vision. They tried to raise a hand to help block it out, only to find their arms bound to the chair they were seated on.
There was a rustle of movement in front of Whumpee, and the light was blocked by a shadowy figure looming over them, a chuckle coming from the person.
"Good morning Whumpee." The voice of the Whumper said softly, the sound causing whumpee to freeze and look up at the figure above, a small shudder running through them.
âI donât think thereâs anything good about it,â Whumpee spat, forcing a bravado they didnât really feel. âHavenât you had enough of all this already?â
They were stalling for time, desperately wracking their brain for memories of what had happened last night, how they had ended up here, again, after all this time. Theyâd been so careful. They thought theyâd finally managed to give whumper the slip, once and for all. Finally started to allow themself to relax, settle, think about starting a new life together with Caretaker.
âOh, you know I could never have enough of you, Whumpee,â Whumper said, placing a faux-gentle hand on Whumpeeâs shoulder and pressing down. Whumpee hissed as the movement aggravated their fresh bruises. âYou always manage to keep things interesting. But this friend of yours...Caretakerââ
âDonât you touch them.â Whumpeeâs blood ran cold at the casually-dropped name, their worst fears confirmed in a heartbeat. Baring their teeth, they glared up at Whumper. âDonât you dare even mention them.â
cw: unwanted touch, cigarette burns, mention of burn scars
A low chuckle. âHow bold of you, making such demands.â Whumperâs free hand clamped down on Whumpeeâs other shoulder, massaging their sore, aching back. Whumpee felt themself tense up even more at the deceivingly affectionate gesture. Whumperâs smoky breath tickled Whumpeeâs ear as they leaned in.
âDo you understand the position youâre in? Itâs almost like you havenât learnt your lesson yet. Itâd be a shame if we had to get Caretaker involved.â
Whumpeeâs eyes flashed with defiance, as they clenched their jaw, suppressing a frustrated growl. Caretaker. Caretaker was somewhere here. Were they okay? Whumpee could only hope that they were. âYou wonât get away with this. Someone will come for us.â
Whumper rolled their eyes at that, releasing Whumpeeâs shoulders in favour of extinguishing their dying cigarette on Whumpeeâs restrained arm, the red mark joining a collection of similarly shaped scars. âThey always say that.â After a brief pause, Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee. âSurely youâre dying to know where your dear Caretaker is..?â
Another game for the whumpee to play with the caretaker. Live hangman, always stopping before the whumpee dies, but only to do it over and over again, the caretaker at the brink of collapse before *finally* getting it right and bringing whumpee home. Only for one day for another friend to suggest the game to pass the time.
I love this idea thank you so much for submitting it! I hope the few small changes I made are ok, and I hope you all enjoy reading it!
Tw: Flashbacks, panic attacks
âPlease donât do this!â The caretaker begged, pulling against their cuffs. Â A short length of chain held them from getting to the whumpee, from helping the whumpee.
âSince you refuse to cooperate I guess you just donât care about them,â the whumper ran a hand through the whumpeeâs hair. Â
The whumpee was on their knees. Their head was pulled taught by a chain looped around their neck hooked up to the ceiling. They were struggling to stay conscious. After hours of torture and days of sleep deprivation, they were so tired. The lack of oxygen was almost too much to bear.Â
The whumper yanked the whumpeeâs head back by their hair.
The whumpee yelped.
âMaybe I should just put them out of their misery if you arenât going to try to save them,â the whumper pushed the whumpeeâs head forwards. They turned and pulled at the other end of the chain, yanking the whumpee up so the chain pulled against their neck.
The whumpee gasped, grabbing at the chain to try and loosen it.
âNo! Stop it! Stop please, please!â The caretaker yelled.
âIf you wonât play there is no reason to keep them alive.â
âNo no please! Iâll play, please donât kill them!â The caretaker cried, jerking away from their restraints.
âExcellent, this will be much more fun!â The whumper released the chain.
The whumpee crumpled to the ground as soon as the tension of the chain was released.
âOk six letters, make a guess.â
âI- uh,â the caretakerâs mind was blank. They couldnât think of anything. This was the most important time to be able to think and they couldnât think.
âI-I... please donât, please.â
âI? Is that your guess?â
âNo please-â
âIncorrect. No I in this word,â the whumper grabbed at chain again, pulling down on it so the whumpee was once again held up by their neck.
The whumpee let out a strangled cry.
âNo, please! Â Please stop youâre going to kill them!â Tears flowed down the caretakerâs face.
âIâm simply playing out the rules of the game. I am being perfectly fair,â the whumper smiled.
âStand up whumpee, please. If you can, please, it would be better, you could- you could breathe if you stood up, please!â The caretaker pushed forward, trying to get to the whumpee across the room. They pulled so hard that the cuffs cut into their skin. Blood trickled down their arms.
The whumpeeâs eyes were panic-filled, they didnât register what the caretaker said to them. They seemed to be on the edge of unconsciousness, kept awake only by adrenaline and terror.Â
âOk second guess, go,â the whumper looped the chain around a hook on the wall behind them, holding the whumpee in place.
âPlease let them down! Let them down and then Iâll try again, please.â
âThat isnât how it works. Make a guess.â
âOk, ok uh let me think. Ok uh, um... e?â
âE! Good job, very smart. E is the fifth letter, now guess the other ones.â
The caretaker breathes a small breath of relief, they just needed to keep thisÂ
up âOk uh...a?â
âNope!â
âWait-â
The whumper pulled the chain down again. Â
âNgggh-Â âlease,â the whumpee choked out a plea as they were lifted off the ground.
The whumper smiled at the whumpeeâs struggle.Â
âWhumpee, stand up, please. Please,â the caretaker begged.
The whumpee scrambled to get their feet under them. After a what felt like an eternity of struggle the whumpee managed to stand. They gasped for air, holding the loop of chain around their neck.
The whumper looked disappointed that the whumpee was able to get up, their sick grin quickly returned to their face as they looked back to the caretaker. âNext guess!â
âGive them a second please!â tears flowed down the caretaker's face.
âGuess,â the whumperâs tone was dangerous.
The caretaker sobbed, âplease stop this.â
âDonât make me ask again.â
âOk, ok, I- uh, is... is, uh... what about T?â The caretakerâs breathing picked up, they couldnât breathe. The whumpee dying, right in front of them, and there was nothing they could do about it.
âSorry no T,â the whumper grinned Â
âNo donât!â The caretakerâs voice cracked as they yelled.Â
The whumper ignored them. They pulled the chain, more than usual this time, forcing the whumpee up onto their feet so they could just barely touch the ground.Â
The whumpee pulled at the chain around their neck, the sound of choked gasps filled the room as they desperately tried to take in enough air.
The caretaker sobbed harder at the sight of them, âPlease! Iâll do anything, please stop! Do whatever you want to me just let them go. Let them go, please!â
âAll I want is for you to play the game,â The whumper circled the whumpee, enjoying as they became more and more desperate to breathe, as the panic and fear grew in their eyes. Â
âOk I will, I will, just... can I have a hint or... or something? Please?â The caretaker focused on calming down, they couldnât help the whumpee if they broke down.Â
âHmmm a hint,â the whumper looked between the caretaker and and the whumpee, pondering, âI suppose a hint couldnât hurt. Alright here it this: the work you need to guess is what my dear whumpee is, and always will be,â the whumper smirked, confident that they succeeded in making the caretaker even more confused.Â
The caretaker squeezed their eyes shut, desperately racking their brain for the right word.
Five, no six letters, six letters, the fifth letter is e, six letters.
Six, six minutes, would the whumpee live another six minutes? How long could they last without being able to breathe-Focus!
Oh god oh god, focus! Â
E is... six letters, five, e, focus, six-
âYou have your hint, make your guess,â the whumper broke the caretaker out of their spiraling thoughts.Â
The caretaker nodded tearfully, âis there a, um, h?â
The whumper grinned, eyes lighting up with glee, âNope! Wrong again!â
The caretakerâs heart fell, âlet me try again, please!â
âYou will try again, as soon as I dole out the correct punishment for your mistake this round,â the whumper walked back to behind the whumpee and slowly pulled on the chain. They took their time, watching the whumpeeâs feet lift of the ground.
Horrible, spluttering, almost-silent, gasps came from the whumpee, they weakly kicked their legs, trying to find purchase on any surface to relieve their pain and let them breathe.Â
âNo! Please! Please please stop! Please!â the caretaker screamed, wrenching their hands away from the chain, thrashing to get to the whumpee.
âNext guess, and I suggest you hurry. Iâd say you have at the very most fifteen minutes before your friend here is dead. Five if Iâm lucky.â
No! Nonononono they had to focus they had to ok, ok they could do this just... just FOCUS.
The caretaker was hyperventilating, they could barely speak, they forced out a guess, âN?!â
âHey! There is an N! Who wouldâve guessed? Well I guess you guessed,â the whumper laughed at their own joke, âN is the last letter, that means so far you have: something, something, something, something, e, n.â
âOk ok, I uh,â the caretaker let out a sob as they glanced back at their friend, the whumpee wasnât kicking anymore, their eyes were squeezed closed, but they continued to gasp weakly.
âTick tock, time is running out,â the whumper spoke in a sing-song tone as if talking to a young child.
The caretaker shut their eyes, they couldnât look at the whumpee, they needed to think.
Focus. It is what the whumpee is and always will be. Or what the whumper thinks the whumpee is and always will be, e, n, e, n-
Their eyes shot open.
âB!â
âOh?â the whumpee seemed surprised by their guess, âthat was luck-â
âB!â the caretaker interupted!
âFine yes, correct, donât be so-â
âR!â
The whumperâs face fell, knowing the caretaker had figured it out.
âO, k, e, n. The word is broken!â
The whumper rolled their eyes, âI never should have given you that hint.â
âI guessed it let them down! You have to! Please!â
âFine, fine, donât be so pushy itâs rude,â the whumper moved as slowly as they could towards the whumpee. Then in one quick motion they unhooked the chain, sending the whumpee slamming down onto the floor.Â
The whumpee didnât move from the position they fell to, crumpled in a heap, with their face pushed into the ground.
The caretaker hoped, prayed that they were just unconscious.Â
 The whumper riffled through their pocket pulling out a small key.
The caretaker recognized it as the key to their cuffs, was the whumper really going to let them go?
âI am nothing if not someone of my word,â the whumper sighed, and dropped the key on the ground, âfind a way to get that and youâre free.â
The caretaker took in a shaky breath, the key looked outside of their reach, but maybe they could get it with their foot, or maybe they could wake up the whumpee?
âSee? I am not a sore loser,â the whumper grinded at the caretaker, âI look forward to our next game.â
Without giving the caretaker a chance to respond the whumper turned and walked out of the room.
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âTheyâre going to be alright, really, they just need rest,â A doctor stood before the caretaker, they were writing something on a clipboard. The caretaker couldnât remember their name, they hadnât been listening when they introduced themselves.Â
The only thing they had been paying any real attention to is the whumpee. The caretaker sat on a chair next to the whumpeeâs bed, holding one of their hands with both of theirs.Â
The caretakerâs wrists had been bandaged, but other than that they hadnât needed much medical care. The whumpee on the other hand was hooked up to so many tubes, the caretaker couldnât count them all.Â
The caretaker wasnât sure what all the different tubes were doing, part of them wanted to rip them all out, to stop anyone from ever touching the whumpee again. But the rest of them, the logical part of them knew that the doctors were helping the whumpee.
The caretaker flinched as the doctor laid a hand on their shoulder.Â
âAre you alright?â
The caretaker noded stiffly.
âWell as I was saying, when they wake up we want to try and engage them, so we could use your help. We need to observe them speaking and moving to do a final check that everything is working as it should.â
âO-ok. How can I help?â The caretaker tore their gaze from the whumpee to look up at the doctor.
âJust speak to them, act naturally. Maybe play a little game with them, something simple like tic tac toe, or hangman.â
The caretakerâs breathe caught in there throat.
The doctor didnât seem to notice, they continued to speak.
The caretaker didnât hear the rest of what the doctor was saying. Dread was building up in the pit of their stomach. Â
They couldnât breathe. Â
Panic filled up their head.
They squeezed their eyes shut.
nonononono please donât, I won, you canât do it again please.
Their eyes flew open and suddenly they were back in that horrible room. In front of them the whumpee hung, thrashing and gasping for air.
âNO!â the caretaker screamed, pushing forward to get to the whumpee.
Hands were on them, holding them, grabbing them.
NONONONO.
âSTOP STOP YOU CANâT DO THIS!â the caretaker screamed as loud as they could.
This isnât fair I won! I played your game!
The hands pulled on them.
The whumper pulled on them.
Pulling them back away from the whumpee.
The whumpee was dying and the caretaker couldnât reach them.Â
Someone tried to say something to the caretaker.
It was the whumper, they couldnât listen to them, they swung their arm towards the voice.Â
âSTOP STOPâ
The whumpee spluttered in front of them, they stopped struggling. Â
Red streaks of blood started to ooze from the whumpees eyes.
The caretaker screamed.
The whumpee was dead, they couldnât save them.
âNO NO NO NO!â the caretakerâs voice broke as they yelled.
A sharp pain lit up the side of the caretakerâs neck.
The hands became more aggressive, forcing them to move.Â
Dark began to creep around the edges of the caretakerâs vision.
The caretaker sobbed.
They didnât fight the hands, or the dark, they let them take over.
If the whumpee was dead there was nothing left worth fighting for.Â
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Put whumpee's hands in a box and fill it with concrete
cw: concrete, hopelessness, begging
just a short one, honestly i wanted to make a cement pun but I think it would have completely killed the mood here XD
Whumpee can only watch as their hands get covered in the grey sludge that pours from the bucket Whumper is holding. âP-Please- Please, I promise I wonât do it again-â
âAnd how would I know that?â Whumper rolls their eyes. âA dirty thief like you cannot be trusted to have their hands free.âÂ
âI-I promise- I wonât! Please, donât do this!â
Whumper tips out the last of the concrete into the box, tossing the empty bucket aside with a clatter. They give Whumpee a half-smile, lazily shrugging. âSorry. Itâs too late.â
...
Whumpee can feel the sludge thickening. It rests between their fingers, rendering them motionless. Whumper had left a while ago, to wait for the concrete to set. Any time now. Whumpeeâs struggling had proved futile against a locked box full of concrete, and they had settled for watching the concrete set, eyes dull.Â
...
âAh, look at that. All done.â Whumper slides a finger along the dried concrete, and Whumpee can only look up at them, too tired to say anything. âMy. Itâs settled beautifully, hasnât it? A shame you wonât be able to use your hands anymore. Donât worry, though. Iâll take care of everything.â
Whumpee mutely nods, eyes fixed on the block of concrete that trapped their hands. A small sob.Â
 Without their hands, there was no hope for escape.
do you have any more prompts/scenarios for someone that's afraid of water/hydrophobic that (obviously) involves whump? i've seen one from here and i really want more!! love the blog, by the way!
I think Iâll be treading on clichĂŠ territory, but here goes:
water whump/hydrophobia đ§
waterboarded character is rescued, malnourished and dehydrated,Â
asks for water and immediately feels their breath picking up because water means all kinds of bad things.
a sick, weakened character swallows water wrong + chokes on it,
proceeds to avoid the doctorâs âincrease fluid intakeâ orders.
during a dangerous fever spike, your characterâs caretakers give them a lukewarm bath to lower their tempeature
theyâre delirious, and their already present hydrophobia does not make things easy for anyone. their nightmares of being drowned taking shape and torturing them anew
a character who canât swim is tossed in the sea to die, they somehow manage to get to a buoy
when help arrives, it takes them a while to loosen your characterâs grip on the floating device.Â
they donât want to stare into the black abyss of the sea ever again
the classic âtank filling up with water rapidlyâ trope would be hell for a phobic character
maybe they pass out and have to be resuscitated. when they come to, theyâre trembling so badly - the water wasnât even that cold. itâs the terror babEy
they visit an underwater tunnel aquarium, their friend (oblivious to their trauma/phobia) says âwow imagine this glass breaking lolâ and letâs say it doesnât sit too well with them
taking sponge baths for a few weeks after the traumatic incident because they canât stand even the sound of running water
favourite... hm. i like to play BanG Dream, and dabbled in Minecraft for a little bit! currently I play Food Fantasy and Among Us the most :> (I main red with a cherry or the leaf hat, if youâre wondering)
i like the lion as a solo vibe but i am a Loyal Attached Woman yknow? sometimes ya just gotta scream about whump with your wives while matching icons :>
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When I wear glasses, my eyelashes smudge the glass. Should I cut them?
thats dangerous!! please dont ;^; eyelashes typically fall out after a few days so it should solve itself in a bit? if not maybe you could look into contact lenses or bring a little cleaning cloth to clean the lenses of your glasses when they smudge
Tumblr wonât let me reblog the list of blogs that Yume is now hiding behind so hereâs the link to it: https://fact-checking-antipedos.tumblr.com/post/634615332632428544/ill-probably-need-a-bit-to-get-back-into
Please check out the list and avoid the blogs on it, especially if youâre a minor, because whatever false veneer of positivity they might present, Yume is a dangerous individual who has caused a lot of harm and stress for a lot of people (as detailed here ). An alias she is now using is the-masked-lady, which I have been seeing a lot here, so I think itâs important that you are aware of who is behind it.
How long can eyelashes get before they're too long?
a good question! i imagine having eyelashes too long would be bad especially if you wear glasses, so as long as the lashes don't brush against the lenses of the glasses (assuming/imagining you wear a pair) it should be good!
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