livingforthewhump

[livingforthewhump]

Are you okay?

hey anon! thanks for checking in :)

I’m doing pretty good right now, I’ve just recently felt very disconnected from whump as a coping mechanism and I’ve been meaning to make a post about it, but I’m taking a little break from my blog. I have no idea how long it will be, but I’ll come back if and when I’m able to interact with whump in a healthy way again. I didn’t make a post at first because I thought it was just a small lapse, but it’s been long enough now that I should let you all know. I wish you all the best while I’m away, and I’ll still be active on tumblr through my main blog if anyone wants to keep in contact (or dm me and I can give you my discord)!

#I have some more personal reasons for taking a break that I’d be willing to discuss in private with anyone if you’re interested #but I won’t be posting on here #anyway thank you very much for the ask #it genuinely means so much that someone noticed I haven’t been active on here #sorry I don’t have better news for you #not whump #claire talks

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I want whumper to start bragging to caretaker about what they put whumpee through. I want them to tell the tales with a smile on their face and watch grinning as caretaker's expression changes more with each one.

But see, I don't want caretaker to become disgusted, or call whumper a sadistic monster, or start thinking "poor whumpee" just yet. I want caretaker to look up slowly, and make unbreakable eye contact with whumper as they half whisper, "I'm going to fucking kill you."

And whumper shivers.

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i love characters passing out as much as the next person, but i feel like greying out has Just As Much potential, and I hardly ever see it in fics!

The whumpee’s vision slowly going fuzzy as they slide down the wall, their legs giving out on them. they’re dimly aware of the panicked words of their friends, of careful hands jostling them, searching for an injury. they’re just so tired. 

“[Name]? [Name], you gotta stay with us, okay? Just a bit longer, buddy.”

Can the whumpee walk with help? Leaning on someone, with their arm slung around the caretaker’s shoulders? Do they need to be carried? Either way, they experience the transition to movement in bursts – one minute, they’re on the ground, and the next, they’re being picked up.

The whumpee losing bits of time as they fade in and out of awareness, moaning as their injuries are jostled. They just barely hear the caretaker’s frantic apologies.

Are they feverish? Do they know what’s going on? Do they know where they are, and who’s taking care of them?

“Hey, glad to see you back with us! No – you’re safe, everything is okay! We just need to let the doctors take a look at you, okay? I’ll be here the whole time.”

The caretaker or a medical professional narrating what’s happening to get the whumpee to stay with it, informing them that, okay, they’re gonna pull up your shirt, and then we’re gonna get a look at that wound. just a few more stitches, you’re doing so good.

Whumpees who fight unconsciousness with all their might. Maybe they’re worried about nightmares or visions. Maybe they’re scared that this isn’t really real. Maybe the whumper punished them for falling asleep!

Caretakers who recognize this and tell the whumpee that it’s okay, they can give in now, they don’t need to fight anymore, they’ll be right here.

OR whumpees who want nothing more than the blissful oblivion of sleep/unconsciousness, but they’re too miserable and in too much pain to even pass out. They keep slipping in and out of agonizing moments until the caretaker notices and asks if we can get some pain meds over here, please?

In general I love this trope as a filler for what happens when a character passes out and gets transported from Point A to Point B – after all, where’s the fun in whump if you’re too unconscious to feel it?

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Stress-Induced Physical Whump

Whumpee who repeatedly bangs their head into their knee, or punches themself in the temples in an attempt to get rid of a tension headache— to “dig into” the sensation. guess what I’ve been fighting the urge to do for the last five hours LMFAO

Worrying so much they get nauseous and cannot stop throwing up. This lasts several days. They are painfully hungry and want to eat something; but they are also painfully nauseous 24/7 and know they likely won’t be able to keep it down.

Dizziness to the point of almost fainting when they move their head; and having to turn very, very slowly to look at things so they don’t see stars.

Feeling so physically weak and lethargic all the time that they can’t raise their voice because it takes too much energy. Maybe they don’t speak at all.

Fainting from fear because Whumper threatened to kill them.

Random chest pains that make Whumpee jolt and drop objects they’re holding in their hands.

Forgetful and exhausted Whumpee forgot they were cooking something when they fell asleep; now their house is burning down.

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Underrated whumpy line: "On your best behaviour, now."

Murmured under somebody's breath into an ear, or mockingly before throwing doors open to go into a crowd. When they have you backed into a corner and you both know it.

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Stole this from twitter

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you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :

"Hey, hey, it's okay"

"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "

"Look at me. Hey, look at me"

"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"

"It's over. It's over now."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

"I'm here. I'm right here"

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So I know how claiming something as a funny story and finding humor in it is a trauma response.

So imagine Whumpee going "Funny story- proceeds to dump the horrid torture Whumper put them through." And Caretaker is just horrified while Whumpee is chuckling.

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love the “whumpee hears a phrase whumper said a lot and has a knee-jerk reaction to it” trope! wish I didn’t personally experience it though

#me submitting feedback to whoever’s in charge of whump #anyways my dad says some phrases that are kinda common among certain circles i tend to also run in #except then someone i know will say an innocuous phrase that my dad also says a lot and then i gotta focus on my breathing for a little bit #not whump #claire talks #am i using this a bit as a vent blog mixed with whump? yeah #but like. i like whump bc of my mental health issues what did you expect

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tiny little reminder (scream for help) that i have a ko-fi :) i put some previews of wips on there sometimes and also pictures of my cat :) please consider helping me stay alive :) i despise asking for help like this and i am slightly playing it up as a joke because of that but i am running out of ways to support myself :)

alternatively if you’d like to get something in return i have a book available on Amazon! or you can commission me to write or draw something for you, also on ko-fi (or in dms)! in fact i like these options more bc they make me feel less bad about asking for money from well-meaning strangers to support my horrible whumpy endeavours!

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sigh. oh to make ocs with other people. oh to collaborate on a narrative theres literally nothing more magical than that to me

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“Eyes straight ahead, dear,” Whumper cooed as they walked behind the other, their hand delicately trailing pver each weapon as if they were each glass which could shatter under the slightest touch.

Whumpee bit their lip, their body trembling as they tried to hold in their sobs. But it was no use. Tears streamed down their face as they squeezed their eyes shut tight.

“Be good for me darling, and this won’t last any longer than it has to…”

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Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)

The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.

In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.

Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.

As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.

"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.

They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.

Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."

The Whumper's smile widened.

"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.

"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.

"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.

Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."

As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.

But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.

In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.

"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.

"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."

Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.

"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"

"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."

Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.

"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.

The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.

"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."

Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."

The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."

With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.

As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.

A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.

Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.

Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.

Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.

The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.

The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.

Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.

Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.

They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.

With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.

Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.

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I love a freeze response. I love a character who doesn't fight, or flee, or even fawn: someone whose whole body locks up and goes still, unable to save themselves or try to do anything at all, until it's too late.

I especially love when the story involves them fighting or finding their way out later on.

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Whumpees getting taken from public spaces <3

In areas with lots of people, so much noise and so many eyes to notice- Surely, nobody could take them from such an open space? But,

When whumper's hand comes over their mouth and drags them into their car, nobody notices a thing.

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Its a cliche at this point but damn shaving scenes.

Give a blade to a whumpee and tell them to take it up so close to your neck knowing they wouldnt dare to kill you even if they got a blade to your throat.

Biggest power play ever.

Bonus points if caretakers watching :)

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hi this already exists and it’s amazing

A whump scene, but it's a musical.

Imagine Whumper singing about how they would torture Whumpee while Whumpee sits there, strapped to a chair, listening incredulously.

#SoundCloud