Okay mock executions are fucking terrifying I have not seen nearly enough of them in the whump community.
Whumpee who knows they’re going to die the next week/day/few hours and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. The panic and desperation with no outlet. They claw at their restraints and throw themself at the door to their cell, uncaring as bruises bloom across their skin, or as blood begins to build up underneath their nails. They’re willing to sacrifice everything for the futile, fleeting hope of escape. They scream and beg until their voice goes hoarse even though there’s no one nearby to listen. Eventually, they crumple in on themself to the awful realization that their future is set and cut. They can’t even sleep without their dreams being plagued with this lingering terror. Maybe they’ve seen Whumper kill someone in the manner they’ve told Whumpee they are to be executed, so Whumpee can’t even pretend to think that maybe Whumper is bluffing.
When the day comes, they still haven’t settled into their fate. They’re absolutely hysterical, doing everything they can to stay away from Whumper and [insert place where they were planned to be executed]. Of course, this does nothing. If they won’t walk, Whumper’s men will simply drag them. At one point maybe Whumpee manages to break free for a short moment of hope, managing to throw their elbow against Henchman’s stomach and twist away, actions fueled only by the adrenaline flooding their mind. They take a single desperate lunge towards the door, before something hard catches them upside the head and knocks them down. Their vision is fuzzy and fleeting, hearing nothing but a faint ringing. Maybe they’re unconscious altogether as Henchman picks them up and continues to drag them towards their final destination.
Whumper plays out everything the way it was intended. They tie the blindfold over Whumpee’s eyes, exchange their chains for softer restraints. Whatever. Then when it comes time for the strike, for the blade to pierce through their chest or slit across their neck, all that Whumpee feels is a small prick against their neck, something cold flood through their body before their thoughts collapse under the intensify of the stress and their mind gives out.
Wherever they wake the following day, let it be somewhere much worse than death’s doorstep or a place so peaceful Whumpee couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Whumpee will be terrified. Panicked and confused. Their thoughts will have no answer as they realized there is no one else around to answer their cries. They wonder if this is death, the afterlife or whatever it was called.
That hope is crushed, replaced by even more of a helpless confusion as Whumper strolls through the door moments later, grinning as they ran their fingers across the sharp of a blade.
When Caretaker rescued Whumpee from captivity, they were absolutely filthy. Months worth of dirt and grime built against their skin, their hair so matted Caretaker wasn’t sure their newly bought bottle of conditioner would be enough to untangle it.
Naturally, their first instinct was to give Whumpee a bath.
So they carried Whumpee in from the car, and did a quick assessment of their wounds, determining which would need immediate attention and which could wait until later.
Now, Whumpee is drugged out of their mind. Maybe Whumper gave them something earlier to keep them in line, or maybe Caretaker slipped a little sedative into their water to help them relax. Whatever it was, Whumpee was out of it, and as they’re placed into the bath, they were just beginning to come to.
Their vision was much too blurred to make out details such as faces or locations, all they can register is the warm water soaking through their clothes and the hands touching them, carding through their hair and snagging against the knots.
Even as the fog clears from their mind, any bit of coherency is lost within vivid flashbacks of being forced underwater by a hand tangled in their hair, held there until they nearly blacked out, only to be wrenched above the surface and hit on the back until they were forced to cough up whatever they had inhaled, all while leaving Caretaker to deal with a screaming, thrashing mess of a person and dirty water splashing across their entire bathroom.
I promise I’ll post some actual writing either tomorrow or Wednesday
you know what I love?
a fucking maintenance beating.
whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, at least, not that they can remember. but tracing back in their memories is hard when they’re constantly getting kicked into the ground.
but this isn’t a punishment. they’ve been perfectly behaved, as a matter of fact.
no, this beating isn’t corrective. it’s preventative.
whumper just does it to keep them in line.
Starting a whump blog
What to include in a good whumpblr intro
How to start a whump blog
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How to start a whump blog #3
What is whump?
How to write whumpy scenes
Advice for new original content writers
Discouragement & Motivational advice
How to deal with hate/unwanted citicism
How to deal with discouragement from lack of interaction
What to do when your whump has lost its bite
How to start writing for yourself
How to overcome anxiety surrounding writing whump
The road to success when participating in whump events
Whump advice
How to write blood loss
Writing vivid discriptions 101
Less common illnesses to use in your sickfics
Facts about general anesthesia
Whump tips: Chronic sleep deprivation
Different types of gags (non-kink)
OC advice
How to start writing for an OC
How to introcude your OC
How to write fanfiction/oc content if you've never written before
How to make your OC feel more genuine/real
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Whump stories
Delicate by @whumpcloud
Kane & Jim by @whumpsday
Eden by @zillastar13
Silence by @whumpshaped
Killing, stalking... whumping? by @/whumpshaped
Kane & Raiza by @whump-queen & @/whumpsday
Angel On The Wall by @emmettnet
Things End | People Change by @/whumpcloud
Our Man Flint by @/zillastar13
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Big blog, little blog
Whump games and userboxes
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He's a fine looking man - would love to see him in a fit of despair
Falling asleep to a whump scenario vs. falling asleep to something normal
More violence
I write whump vs. i write about characters recovering from trauma
Nice blorbo. Would be a real shame if someone were to put them in situations
The creepiest whumper that ever did creep
Introducing a new whump concept to my OC's
Hello, my name is whumper. you piqued my interest. prepare to cry.
Whump alignment chart
Whumper: Don't do that
Whump blogs (Disclaimer: not all of these are whump only blogs - some of them include some other things as well <3)
@whumpshaped
@whumpsday
@whump-queen
@oddsconvert
@zillastar13
@whumpcloud
@whumperofworlds
@emmettnet
@burntcoffeewhump
@pigeonwhumps
@whumpster-dumpster
@whumpwillow
@thewhumpyprintingpress (they release whump books written by members of the tumblr whump community themselves, and all proceeds from those books go to charities <3)
Hope this helps!
Whump prompts masterlist
Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.
Clawing at whatever's closest to them.
Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.
Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.
Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.
Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.
Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.
Begging someone they don't like for something.
Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.
Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.
Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.
Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.
Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.
⸺﹒Demigirl boygirl & Demiboy boygirl ⨟ requested by anon
A flag for boygirls who also are demigirls or demiboys.
PT. Demigirl boygirl & Demiboy boygirl. requested by anon. A flag for boygirls who also are demigirls or demiboys. END OF PT.
Whumpee has just been rescued by Caretaker. Yet, even when away from the danger of Whumper, Whumpee proves to be a danger to themself. Careatker is forced to restrain them, to keep them safe
• A conditioned Whumpee has grown so accustomed to punishment that, with Whumper absent, they feel the need to punish themself. Cue mitten restraints to keep Whumpee from grabbing things or hitting themself. (For bonus points, even plastic silverware is too dangerous, leading them to being spoonfed)
• Conditioned Whumpee has been taught that their friends are dangerous, that everyone is dangerous, that Whumper is the only safety in this world. They need to be tied down to a bed to keep from attacking and harming others, or themself.
• Whumpee desperately wants to return to Whumper. The moment Caretaker turns their back, Whumpee is trying to escape out the nearest window. Anytime they aren’t being watched, they need to be tied down somewhere, to keep from fleeing.
• Caretaker feels terrible about tying Whumpee up, even as the restraints are soft and comfortable. They resist for as long as they can, but, it gets to a point that Caretaker can no longer keep an eye on Whumpee 24/7. They need to sleep and eat as well. Even as they hate it, restraints become the only option
• Whumpee begs not to be restrained, they’ll be good, they promise, they won’t attack– Yet, every time, they do
• On the other hand, Whumpee who begs to be restrained. They’re a monster, they’re going to hurt their friends, please don’t let them hurt their friends.
• Whumpee has nightmares, or worse, they sleepwalk. Without restraints in their sleep, they thrash, injuring themself in the process. Maybe even a nightguard in their mouth?
• What about a tracker? Whumpee has a tendency to flee their new home, especially when they panic. A tracker bracelet can keep them safe. Imagine a terrified Whumpee, curled up in the middle of the forest at night, shivering, as Caretaker tracks a dot on their phone. They hug Whumpee when they finally find them, begging them to please never do that again.
• One night, Whumpee wakes up, tied to the bed, to see someone entering the room. Whumper. Is it real? Sleep paralysis? A horrible dream? Whatever it is, Whumpee can’t move.
• And how can I forgot my favorite, “I know, I’m sorry, it’s for your own good.”
Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.
Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.
Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.
Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.
“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”
Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.
Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.
The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.
“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”
Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.
Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.
I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.
“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”
Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.
Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)
Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.
Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.
Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.
Legs bound together.
Legs bound open.
The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.
Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).
Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.
“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”
Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.
Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.
Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.
Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.
Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.
Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.
Hammers. Kneecaps.
“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”
Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.
"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.
"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."
"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.
"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.
"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.
"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."
Content: Vampire whumpee, burns, muzzles, conditioning, recovery, starvation.
Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.
Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.
Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.
A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.
The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.
Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.
Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.
Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.
Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.
The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.
Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.
One of Whumper's workers trying to feed Whumpee through the muzzle because they feel bad for them.
A vampire whumpee with a muzzle made of silver strapped to their face.
Whumpee who's conditioned to hate leaving the house because it means they've got to put on a muzzle.
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