The name's Rando and I've been in the whump scene for about three years now. During that time I've joined events, made a whole ask game and made so many new guys they'll need a whole separate post to introduce them all. This blog's gimmick is that I use restaurant terms for writing. Cause why not?
I've got an ask game! This is where the gimmick mainly shows up. The only rule is you have to ask for whatever trope you want as if you're ordering food from a restaurant. Other than anything NSFW (the FDA doesn't allow it and even if it did it's just not the kind of dish I like) anything's on the table!
I've got three main dishes I've been planning. Doctor Dreams, Church of Hauras and Centaur Racing (placeholder name).
My main Masterlist can be found here.
My favorite tropes haven't changed much, although I DO have some new ones!!
Factory whump
Immortality
Vivisections
Lab whump
Defiant whumpee
Sad pathetic individuals
Nonhumans of all shapes and sizes
Self destructive individuals
Cults
Cannibalism
Muzzles
Gags
And many more!
I'm certain that's everything. Also, I used blinkies.cafe for the decorations!
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give a woman some guy and she'll be entertained for a day. teach a woman how to put some guy in situations and she'll be entertained for the rest of her life.
https://youtu.be/6fcacA-iM2c?si=oKMvyuTf2u-RgxXI its called calamine smoothie it's supposed to be about cat-scratch disease but you can make it about whatever
- @thewhumpiestofthemall
link i think i want to make this about a mystery drug cocktail
It was itching, burning, screaming in their veins, and Whumpee didn't even know what it was that Whumper had injected them with. They struggled against their restraints on the operating table they'd been strapped to, trying to get to the source of the itching, trying to scratch, like some wild beast. "What was that?" they screamed at Whumper.
"Just a little something-something I cooked up," Whumper said with a satisfied smile. "It shouldn't kill you. Ideally."
"It makes me want to die!"
"That's quite alright. Preferable, even."
It wasn't going away. No matter how much Whumpee thrashed, it wasn't going away. "Let me out of these fucking restraints!" they cried. "I need toâ I need toâ"
"You don't need anything. Needs are for people."
"Iâ" The protest died in their throat. The burning was too much, they couldn't even argue. Their personhood wasn't the point right now, the point was that their veins felt like they were on fire, like insects were crawling under their skin, and there was nothing they could do about it. "Just make it stop!"
"No can do. Even if I wanted to, at this point, the antidote would probably leave you worse off than if we just let it do its thing."
"I don't care! Give me the antidote!"
"Ah-ah," Whumper chastised, and Whumpee got the sense they were quite giddy this was going so well for them. Not so well for Whumpee. "You'll just have to take this as a learning opportunity; you're learning patience, self-controlâ"
"Let me out of the fucking restraints!"
"I'll leave you to calm down," they said, picking up their clipboard they used to jot down any significant side effects or, well, intended effects. "I'll check in about an hour from now."
"This will last an hour?" they asked, voice high-pitched and hysterical.
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I think the rift has to be my favorite mewgenics area. Its a mishmash of the first two acts, it's bonkers, and it's got THREE songs attached to it instead of one!
The songs are Bolt of Lightning (my personal favorite of the three), Crazy Days and Chaos. Pick one (or all three if you want, I can't stop you) and do whatever you'd like.
https://youtu.be/OiaUtLVmn1o?si=vgJKhTTE0oWsys4H
https://youtu.be/LeMxNwIA3C8?si=RCXQDUObMMmSpF8B
https://youtu.be/7Ga0abXYYw0?si=QIEi3DaZ0z1n6zxB
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#362
i choose chaos!
content: magical whump, fantasy whump, dismemberment, death, came back wrong, body horror, seizure whump, emeto
Caretaker was scrambling.
The death had been so recent.
Surely there was something they could still do, with a body in pieces yet still warm?
Everywhere they looked, their lab was in utter chaos. Medical equipment mixed with magical instruments, blood on every surface, on their clothes, on their hands. A leg here, an ear there.
Surely there was something they could do.
"Come on, come on," they whispered as they put the pieces together. That didn't quite look right. Some organs weren't meant to be in those places. Caretaker hadn't brushed up on their anatomy knowledge in quite some time, and now was not the time to sit around reading textbooks.
They took a deep breath and cast the spell anyway.
Bones started rattling. Tendons and muscle started fusing back together. Soon, Whumpee's internal organs were covered by blood, gore, and eventually, fresh skin.
There was a groan.
"Whumpee?" Caretaker tried softly.
Whumpee stirred and coughed up blood. The sound they made wasn't⌠quite human. Had Caretaker messed up their vocal cords?
"Whumpee, can you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Whumpee's eyes rolled back. They started convulsing on the table, and Caretaker quickly turned them to the side and oh⌠Oh⌠Something in Whumpee's abdomen sank, like, visibly sank as they were moved. Organs shouldn't have been moving that freely.
Whumpee coughed up more blood. Caretaker didn't know what to do.
"Whumpee!" they cried, as though Whumpee would be able to fix themself on their own somehow.
Maybe casting the spell prematurely and hastily had been a mistake.
"Please!" they begged. "Just be okay! Whumpee!"
The convulsions stopped and Whumpee just lay there, with their eyes glassy and unfocused, blood and vomit coating their lips. Caretaker turned them back onto their back.
Yeah, no. Something was definitely and seriously wrong with Whumpee.
"That's okay," they told Whumpee, or more like, themself. "That's okay. I'llâ I'll care for you. You just need care, right? I'll care for you. I'm here. It's gonna be okay."
functionally suicidal character saying âI would die for youâ to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me heâd sell hot dogs for me, I wouldnât feel very moved now would I
Someone rbing my post about torturing your favorite character and saying theyre glad they have empathy??? And they're going to protect thwir characters and swaddle them and shit instead of my weird stuff?? đđ Okay well your blorbo is going next :-/ sorry it has to be done
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lovelovelove it when whumpee comes face to face with whumper and instead of the fear they had expected, instead of freezing and panicking internally, they are met with an anger unlike anyâ because how dare whumper? how dare they break them beyond recognition?
and whumper is smiling the same as ever, a familiar arrogance in every line of their stance. really, the tipping point is that they still expect whumpee to grovel by their feet, to be stepped on, to be hurt and humiliatedâ and suddenly caretaker and/or friends are holding whumpee back, as they try to break out of the hold to destroy this pathetic waste of space once and forever.
bonus points if whumper suddenly feels uncertain about their decisionâ because this rage is unexpected, it is all-encompassing, it seems to be infinite. they have the fleeting, chilling thought that their death stares back at themâ as they clench their fists and continue to smirk.
(listening to a friend talk about their childhood) lol... talk about edgy writing. whats with all the pointless whump in this backstory? it didnt even serve a purpose to your character development lol. kind of mary sue energy.
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
Waking groggily in the back of a car and a needle or rag of chloroform enters their line of sight and sure, they may be conscious but not awake enough to stop any of it.
Absolutely terrifying to hear when:
Waking on a metal table, limbs strapped down, leather strap over their torso, bloodstained instruments next to them. Familiar cruel eyes glancing up over a mask, making eye contact.
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