#hybrid whumper

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, Day Twenty-four:

I think I’m going to be sick : Bleeding out // illness // cold sweat

CW: blood (explicit), violent death (explicit), hybrid change?, hybrid whump, Whumper turned whumpee, caretaker turned whumper, self harm (explicit), forced to hurt themselves (explicit), forced self harm, suicide, possessiveness, possessive caretaker, gore, possessive whumper

General graphic violence warning, esp blood!!

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“You will kill yourself, Caretaker. Here and now, in front of Whumpee so that they learn not to oppose me again. So they learn not to get any ideas,” said Whumper, throwing down the sacrificial knife. It clattered to the floor in front of Caretaker’s feet but Caretaker’s eyes were only focused on Whumpee.

Whumpee on their knees beside Whumper who had an unforgiving hand laced through Whumpee’s hair.

“How do I know you won’t hurt them if I do kill myself like you ask?”

Whumper smiled a cruel smile. “Oh, I’ll hurt them. I’ll hurt them as much as I damn please. They’re disobedient, and defiant— I think they get it from you. So as soon as you’re out of the picture, little Whumpee here won’t fight me as much, isn’t that right, Whumpee?”

Whumpee said nothing. Whumper wrenched Whumpee’s hair up causing Whumpee to let out a grunting squeak of pain before crying: “yes! Yes!”

“See?” Whumper spat. “Even if your presence they’ve forgotten their training.”

Caretaker’s jaw clenched at the mention of Whumpee’s training. Whumpee didn’t need training, they weren’t a dog. They were a human being.

“Seems like beating people into submission doesn’t have a very good compliance rate. Perhaps a gentler touch would be more prudent?”

Whumper laughed at Caretaker’s suggestion. “You think you’re so big, but all I have to do is hurt Whumpee a little and you fold like a bad hand at the poker tables. So do as I say, or I’m going to hurt Whumpee until they can’t speak properly.”

Caretaker’s jaw set and they huffed out a fine, bending down to pick the knife up from the floor. It was a very nice knife. Sleek, sharp, elegant. All things Whumper was not.

“C-Caretaker…” Whumpee whispered and Caretaker’s heart ached. “Please don’t…”

“It’s okay, Whumpee. Just look away okay?”

“Oh no,” said Whumper. “No, no, no. Whumpee’s gonna look the entire time aren’t you Whumpee? You’re going to watch Caretaker die because you’re the reason they’re in this mess aren’t’cha? Caretaker coming in tryna save you because you’re pathetic and only cause pain—“

“Thats not true, Whumpee,” Caretaker interrupted. “I’m here because I want to be here. You didn’t force me to come. My death is not on your hands.”

“Would you hurry up and kill yourself already?” Whumper asked, rolling their eyes. “Nice and slow if you please, draw it out. I want to burn this memory into Whumpee’s fucking retinas.”

Caretaker huffed, and started rolling up their sleeves. “Wrists good enough for you?” Caretaker asked, tone entirely too sweet and fake.

Whumper waved their hand, “dealer’s choice.”

Caretaker swallowed and nodded, pressing the blade to their wrist. The point of the dagger biting into their skin that connected their arm to their hand. They could feel their veins beneath, their blood pumping.

Fuck. Caretaker looked in Whumpee’s eyes, and said: “I’m sorry,” before they cut hard and deep into their wrist and up their arm with a sharp cry.

“Jeez-zus,” Whumper whistled. “You try that before? You’re mighty good at it. Don’t you think Whumpee?”

Whumpee was silent, tears streaming down their face as they were forced to watch Caretaker swap the blade into their wounded hand and repeat the same motion on their other arm.

“Fuck!” Caretaker gasped after the deed was done, dropping the knife as blood started flowing in a gruesome stream down their arms trailing over the deep gashes and down their hands pooling beneath them. The stench of iron burned through Caretaker’s nostrils and tastebuds, thick and rancid.

“You careless little shit,” Whumper laughed, letting go of Whumpee’s hair and stepping closer to Caretaker. They grabbed Caretaker’s arms in their hands and Caretaker cried out. “Those are deep. Deep deep. Holy fuck, Whumpee you wanna look?”

Caretaker’s eyes found Whumpee’s as they felt the blood slowly draining out of their body. Fuck, they could feel it slipping. Their consciousness, as a sheen of cold sweat ran up their spine and stuck to them like a second skin. Whumper let go of Caretaker and Caretaker’s knees buckled. They fell to the ground, their arms resting on their thighs as blood soaked through their jeans.

Caretaker looked at Whumpee and forced a smile and said: “whumpee, look away.”

“No,” Whumpee cried. “No, no, no. Caretaker! I’m sorry. This is all my fault!”

“Whumpee—“ Caretaker ground out in warning as the last of their strength ebbed from them and they sagged in their slumped position. “Look… away…”

Whumper watched with eager eyes as Caretaker’s energy left their body. Watched Whumpee’s realisation slowly dawn on them and saw them scream and relished in it. They walked over to Whumpee and crouched down in front of them, tipping their chin up with their finger, forcing Whumpee to look at them.

“I told you, Whumpee. No one can save you from me. See what happens when you make friends hmm? They can’t help you. No one can. Why?”

Whumpee didn’t answer, so Whumper’s grip tightened on their chin. “Why whumpee?”

“Because I’m yours,” Whumpee whispered. It sounded like a confession to Whumper’s ears, and it physically shattered the kid in front of them. Whumper could have sang from the rooftops at finally, finally having Whumpee all to themselves.

“Damn fucking right you are.”

The moment of bliss ended when there was the sound of bones cracking behind Whumper. Whumper watched Whumpee’s eyes widen in fear, stuck to whatever was happening behind Whumper and Whumper turned.

Caretaker’s bones were crunching. Their body jerking unnaturally and the blood that was still flowing from their wrists was bubbling, steam coming off of the wound. Caretaker’s eyes flew open, panicking and in pain as they reached down to their wrists clawing at the blood at the skin.

Their deafening screams were piercing Whumper’s ears who winced slightly at the deadly sound. Then as suddenly as it started all stopped.

Caretaker stopped screaming.

Stopped writhing.

Stopped bleeding.

Stopped fighting.

Caretaker’s eyes opened again but it wasn’t human eyes that blinked back at Whumper. Nor was it human teeth that showed when Caretaker’s lips twisted up into an unnatural smirk. They raised a hand which now had claws instead of nails and plunged it into their chest. Blood splattered across the ground and hit Whumper’s trousers, staining them red.

“What the fuck is wrong with them Whumpee?” Whumper demanded, some primal fear seizing their throat as they watched Cartaker plunge a second hand into their chest and pull apart their skin covering their ribcage, revealing muscle and tendons and veins that turned black.

“I… I don’t know,” Whumpee whispered, terrified.

A low guttural laughter erupted from Caretaker’s throat as they tore their skin away, shedding it like a snake and got to their feet.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, oh it’s been too long since you let me out Caretaker, suicide this time?” A voice that wasn’t Caretaker’s spoke through Caretaker’s black lips. A monstrous smiling voice as Caretaker, no, the Beast currently shedded Caretaker’s skin stood taller than Caretaker. The wet shredded skin slapped to the floor and Whumper and Whumpee could only look up and stare at the black beast that now stood before them.

It was huge. Not just tall but wide, with strong leather like skin from which midnight blue fur grew from in places. Their neck was thick, their face still barely human, with a mane of midnight raven hair covering their head. Their legs were thicker than Whumper’s chest with sheer muscle and their hands had turned to black claws.

“Tell me human,” the beast said, dropping their shoulders and hands and arching their back like a limp giant doll and stared into Whumper’s eyes, hot, steamy breath exhaling from their beast like nose. “What year is it?”

Whumper was frozen to the spot, neck stretched as they recoiled back from the beast and stuttered out a shaky answer. “2023,” said Whumper and the Beast hummed in reply. They moved their head up and peering over Whumper’s shoulder saw Whumpee, and their eyes shone with twisted interest.

“Mmmm… the mortal cares for you, little one,” said Beast, pushing Whumper aside and reaching down to touch Whumpee’s face. Whumpee flinched and recoiled but the Beast just cooed in it’s guttural growling way. “Hush child, I won’t hurt you. My mortal would never let me out otherwise. I’m here to save you where they could not.”

“You won’t touch them,” said Whumper, their voice shrill, but the Beast ignored them as they touched Whumpee’s cheek with a surprisingly gentle hand. Their palm was rough and felt like sandpaper but Whumpee found themselves lifting their hand and putting it over the Beast’s. Their chest still rising and falling heavy.

The Beast lifted their hand and grabbed Whumpee’s, lifting it to cover Whumpee’s eyes with their own hand. “Best you don’t see this,” said the Beast and that was all the warning Whumpee got.

They flinched when Whumper screamed. Warm blood splattering across their face and Whumpee turned away from the noise, hiding in their hands as they heard the squelching of something from Whumper’s body. There was the sound of Whumper’s screams, and the sound of flesh being torn through like a sickle through overgrowth. It sounded as if a pack of vicious dog had found their prey and were feasting on it while it still lived.

Eventually the screams stopped and Whumpee felt themselves being picked up. They were cradled to a warm chest that was humming lowly, something rumbling in their chest like a sweet lullaby. The Beast was warm. So warm. Whumpee went to move their hands from their eyes but the Beast growled softly and Whumpee didn’t.

“So curious, little one,” said the Beast. Whumpee could feel the depth of their voice in the Beast’s chest. Suddenly Whumpee felt the Beast’s hands on theirs and heard the Beast say: “close your eyes.”

Whumpee obeyed. Then they felt cloth on their face and they reached up instinctively but the Beast just hushed them again and Whumpee relaxed as the Beast tied a makeshift blindfold around Whumpee’s head.

“You are too curious for your own good. This is something you mortals don’t enjoy seeing. Trust me.”

And bafflingly, Whumpee did trust them. Then the Beast groaned, the sound enveloping Whumpee’s senses now that their sight was gone. “My mortal wants to speak now. Typical. I do the dirty work. They get the glory… agh, they’re a pain,” the Beast grumbled, pressing a hand to Whumpee’s hair and stroking it gently. “I will see you again, little mortal.”

The Beast put Whumpee sitting on the ground. Then the Beast let out a sad howl and the sounds of bones cracking again, and Whumpee knew Caretaker was changing back.

A gentle hand settled on Whumpee’s shoulder. A human hand. Whumpee looked up but saw nothing. They just smelled the blood and the iron in the air. The body beside them starting to stink in the heat.

“Whumpee. Are you okay?” Caretaker asked, their voice hoarse but very soft and gentle. Like they were trying not to spook Whumpee too bad.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Whumpee mumbled. They felt a hand under their armpit helping them to their feet, and then their arm was thrown over Caretaker’s shoulder and they helped Whumpee walk away from the scene of their abuser’s dead body.

“Okay,” said Caretaker after a while. “You can take the blindfold off.”

Whumpee did immediately. They saw Caretaker in the corner of their eye smile as they saw Caretaker’s shitty little car. “Finally. I’m exhausted,” said Caretaker, walking to the passenger side first and opening the door for Whumpee. Whumpee got in on their own accord, their entire body felt like jelly. They looked at the blindfold in their hand and saw it was a sticky and covered in blood.

Whumpee gasped, dropping it and taking down the sun visor and looking in the mirror to see their face covered in blood, with a thick layer over Whumpee’s nose and eyes.

Whumpee reached a sleeve up to wipe it off but before they could Caretaker grabbed their arm and Whumpee turned to see Caretaker smiling at them.

“Umm… could you not? For… for just a minute? It, uh, the beast, likes it. It’s like a perverse sign of ownership.”

Whumpee didn’t know what to do, so they just nodded slightly and lowered their hand. “Right… uh, yeah. Okay.”

It was nighttime anyways so no one would be able to see it as they drove home. Caretaker started the engine and pulled out of the alleyway, a small smile on their face as they got onto the main road.

It didn’t just make the Beast inside them purr and coo like a happy baby. Caretaker quite liked the sight too, but smothered it down a little inside. Primal beastly urges always remained for a while after the Beast had shown it’s face.

Of course, the Beast said, and Caretaker could hear them rolling their eyes. Blame me.

Caretaker just smiled to themselves and drove on.

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[dreamof-jeanie]

Whumpee is an animal hybrid of some kind and are left in a vehicle on a hot summer day. Whumper said they would be right back, but it feels like hours have passed since the doors locked and Whumper vanished from their sight. Maybe they can't open the doors because Whumper never bothered to show them how. Maybe their own obedience keeps them trapped, slowly succumbing to the heat.

Do they bang on the windows to try and get help? Or do they lie down and accept their fate? It's just so hot- Whumpee can barely think straight. Their throat is dry, lips cracking from dehydration.

...maybe if they rest their eyes for a bit. Maybe Whumper will be back when they wake up...

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[whumpshaped]

anon asked:

I took my cat to the vet for his annual check-up this morning, and the same as in the past, he's been super clingy and following me around everywhere and wanting to cuddle since we got home. I don't know if it's because it was a scary experience or if it's because he's not feeling the greatest physically because he got two shots and some blood taken or what.

But yeah, now it's really got me wanting some pet whump in a similar vein. If you have the time for it and the interest, can we get a little human/humanoid pet post vet appointment whump where they're wanting/needing comfort? I know you favor bad caretakers, so maybe a little of that, but can we mostly get the soft squishy stuff?

Thanks. ^_^

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i have a drabble abt a catboy getting a shot here so i'm gonna use those ocs if that's ok :)

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tw hybrid whumper, whumper turned whumpee, sickfic, stockholm syndrome

"I hate these shots," Blitzen whined weakly, pawing at Charlie's arm to keep them by his side. "I always get so sick..."

"It's gonna be alright," they soothed, using their free hand to brush Blitz's damp hair out of his face. "It's alright every year, isn't it?"

Blitzen huffed, but it turned halfway into a miserable sob. "I'm not gonna go next year. I'm done. I'd rather get rabies."

Charlie's mood dropped instantly. "I don't think you would. Unless you enjoy your brain fucking melting."

Their charge gave them a pitiful look, and their expression softened. They didn't mean to sound harsh, really. But after seeing what rabies could do to an animal, they'd lost their will to joke about it.

"Sorry. It's just that I wouldn't in a million years want to see you go through that shit. It's horrifying." Blitzen was way less scary like this, incapacitated and feverish, and Charlie mustered up the courage to reach out and scratch behind his ear. He purred softly. "I'd rather you tear me to ribbons with those stupid claws every year."

"That's dumb," he mumbled, but he pushed his head into their palm anyway. Charlie rolled their eyes.

"I'll go change the cloth, alright? I'll just be a moment–"

"No!" Blitzen's hold tightened on their arm, sharp claws once again digging into their flesh and drawing blood. "Stay!"

"Blitzen!"

"Stay!"

"I'm staying, I'm staying!" they conceded. "Let go! This is not sick cat behaviour! At least pretend to be a little weaker!"

Blitzen withdrew his claws, but he kept his hold on their arm. He was looking at them like he was afraid Charlie would leave him outside in the rain in a cardboard box.

"I'm not leaving," they reiterated, calmer this time. Blitzen hesitantly let go. "There you go. It's okay."

"You're really gonna do this to me again next year?" he sniffled.

It was stupid. Any sane person would've just let Blitzen catch some cat sickness and used it as an opportunity to escape.

Charlie sighed. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Blitz."

He whined and turned onto his side, burying his face in the pillow. "I hate you."

They gingerly took the wet cloth that fell onto the mattress as he'd turned and put it on the radiator. "That's alright, just try to get some sleep. It won't seem so dire once you've rested."

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[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

something with animal hybrids! catpeople, dogpeople, snakepeople, the whole shebang

TW: planned torture, crying, hair pulling, creepy whumper, hybrid/animal whumper, hybrid/animal whumpee

Note: This was forgotten in my drafts for some time. I don't know if I'll ever continue it. It sure was fun.

"You're mine now, sweetheart."

Vevina grabbed the rabbit-girl's black hair, wrenching her head back to force eye contact. She could hear her heart racing, and longed to snuff out the sound.

"Please let me go," the girl begged, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I won't tell anyone."

"And how am I supposed to trust that?"

"I- I don't know. But if it's- if it's blood you're wanting, I have plenty. Just don't kill me!"

"It's funny, the things people think about bats. They all see our lovely wings and say oh no, they must be here for our blood. Well, it's not true. I eat fruit. The only thing I want from you is your tears. Got it?"

This terrified the rabbit-girl far more than the notion of a vampire bat. Her entire body quivered, even her ability to play dead robbed from her as a clawed hand closed around her throat.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 19

I'll take one final step, and all you have to do is make me / Floral Bouquet / psychological / "I'm not as stupid as you think I am" Alternative list: Lab Rat

The doctor stuck a potato chip through the hole of the cage to offer Subject 148 a treat.

148 gladly took the chip and sat back down in their cage.

"Doctor, was that the last experiment today?", an assistant questioned while they labeled 148's blood samples.

Doctor slid another chip through the cage hole, and smiled.

"Yes I think 148 has had enough of us today", they commented, "they did so good."

148 perked up when they heard the praise, they had tried their hardest to be good today.

"They must have heard you mention a trip outside for recess after the labs and testing were done", the intern smiled.

148 perked up even more, they whimpered. They got up to a crawling position, and gently rattled the cage door.

"I think they've earned it", the doctor grinned.

The intern and assistant walked down the hall following 148 to the outside gym entrance.

"They know where they're going", the intern chuckled, "I've never seen anything like them."

The assistant smiled, "yes they have taken this trip a few times. They're quite a sight."

148 had scaly patches throughout their body. Their eyes bright yellow. Claws as sharp as their teeth. Pointed ears that rested against their horns. They were not able to stand upright, often finding it painful to be like that for a long time. Their body was naturally hunched. They were incapable of speech.

The Doctor believed 148 was a hybrid between reptile and human. They had no idea how though. That was what the experiments were for.

148 had been found and captured by a specialist group. They had decided to contain 148 in the lab. It was Doctor's job to research 'what this beast was', as they had been told.

148 behaved for the most part, they only fought back occasionally, and mostly when scared. They had learned to trust the Doctor and Assistant through time.

148 paused beside a vending machine and looked at Assistant with longing eyes.

"What's going on?", the Intern watched as Assistant pulled their wallet out.

"Nothing, they just have me trained really well", they slipped some cash into the machine and hit the buttons.

148 smiled excitedly as Assistant pulled out the treat and opened it.

"I'll have to remember to right this down in their diet plan", Assistant remarked as they handed the treat to 148.

They finally made it to the outside gym entrance.

"So what happens now", the intern watched.

"148 is going to run off some steam before we let them rest", the Assistant slid their card to open the doors.

148 ran out and started to investigate things.

Assistant and intern watched them play. They parked their butts on a bench and talked.

After a while, the Assistant glanced at their phone, "oh Doctor wants us to bring 148 back to the lab."

Assistant whistled, and called 148 over to them.

"Doctor wants to see you", Assistant started to walk to the door.

148 sat on the cement and shook their head. No way did they want to go back to the lab.

"Come on 148, you do not get a choice", Assistant stepped back over to them, "come on."

148 frowned, and kept sitting.

"Don't make me call the Doctor", Assistant held up their phone, "they won't be happy to have to come get you."

148 got up and walked farther out into the play yard and laid down.

"Ugh", Assistant sighed, and dialed the Doctor.

The intern couldn't hide their chuckle at the stubborn 148. They listened as Assistant talked to the doctor.

"Okay 148", Assistant started, "what's it going to be? You come in on your own or Doctor calls the guard to get you."

Assistant heard the Doctor ask to be put on speaker.

"Okay you're on speaker."

"148, forgive me, but I forgot to get a urine sample, and I really need that to send out", Doctor stated, "it's about time to come in anyways, I'll make sure you get a reward. Please don't make me call the guard to get you."

148 got up and slowly walked to the door, they looked sadly at Assistant.

"Okay it looks like they are willing to come in", Assistant went to open the door, "they're breaking my heart though."

148 allowed Intern to take the sample, but kept an eye on them.

148 sat in their cage, waiting for dinner to be served. They smiled when the door opened.

It was intern. 148 frowned.

"Don't look at me like that", Intern grinned, "we don't want Doctor and Assistant to think something is up, do we", Intern set 149's food on a nearby table.

148 frowned, they were trapped in their cage, with them free to do whatever. Intern was not a friendly, "please Doctor, Assistant come in", they thought

"Let's make this clear", Intern sauntered over to the cage, "if you make any signs of me abusing you, you will regret it."

148 stared at Intern, they bared their teeth.

"That doesn't scare me. Be happy I have no interest in you, and I will be gone from your case study next month", Intern slammed on the cage, "I just have to deal with an ugly monster like you until then. I just need to intern with doctor for this month to pass."

Intern opened the cage to throw the food in, partially spilling some of it. They slammed the cage door shut and then left.

148 stayed near the back of the cage, shaking in fear. The door opened again, 148's heart sunk.

Assistant walked in and went right to the cage, "I am so sorry."

148 looked at them weirdly.

Assistant opened the cage and started to clean the spilled food, "I saw bruising last week on your back and was concerned. I knew something was up, Doctor had me set up a camera to see what was happening to you."

They handed 148 some of the food that hadn't spilled, "we'll get you taken care of, starting with some food."

The next morning, the Doctor came in, physically upset. They gemtly talked to 148, then started to do their task waiting for Assistant and Intern to come in.

148 rested quietly, happy Doctor was there to keep them safe from intern.

Assistant came in a bit later and greeted Doctor.

"Good morning", the doctor replied, then sighed, "I appreciate you for setting up the camera and watching. I wish thus wasn't the truth."

Assistant started to get ready, "how are going to go around this."

"I have a guard stopping by later, per the Director. I have permission to out them, the Director has seen the video already", Doctor glanced over at 148, "they will be taking later legal action as well as 148 is under government protection."

148 listened to everything going on, they thought maybe they were understanding, but wasn't sure fully what was going on.

Intern came in a little after breakfast.

"Good morning", they started getting ready.

"Intern, could you start going through the records, I'll need to talk with you after I finish this", Doctor stated, "you don't have to worry about 148, Assistant is taking care of them."

"Oh okay", they replied.

After a while, Intern turned and eyed 148 with a smirk. They didn't realize Doctor was watching them.

Thankfully two guards came in soon after.

"Intern, I need to show you something", Doctor called them over.

Intern stepped over, as Doctor turned their computer around.

The video of Intern and 148 started to play. Intern's jaw dropped.

"How did you get this footage?"

"Assistant noticed some bruising on 148's back the other day, I gave them permission to set up a hidden camera to see what was happening", Doctor frowned, "plus 148 clearly doesn't trust you."

Intern glanced over to Assistant, who was standing beside 148's cage.

"How dare you", Intern yelled.

148 cowarded near the back of the cage.

"You were the one bullying 148, so how dare you."

Doctor interrupted, "you do realize 148 is a government protected person, what you did was highly illegal", Doctor had the guards step forward to make the arrest, "you are no longer welcome to intern with me."

"I have to, I won't be able to pass to the next level without you signing off", Intern fought the guards.

"Trust me, I'm doing the future a favor. You won't be allowed to do anything in this field after what you did, and the legal proceedings are about to be involved with. The Director will explain."

148 watched everything unfolding, hoping this would be explained to them in simpler terms for them to understand.

"I'm done with them, Assistant will pack their stuff already. I'll have it down to the Director's office later", Doctor stated.

"You can't do this", Intern yelled again as they were being dragged out.

"We can. You can't abuse government property without repercussions", Assistant spoke up.

Once Intern was finally removed, Assistant and Doctor explained what happened to 148.

148 was just happy that it sounded like they wouldn't see Intern again.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 25: Brace Yourself

A/N: Featuring my character Gathin Holloway, the MC in Sword of the Half-Human.

CW: bleeding, blood, vampirism, monster whumper

Each breath brought pain, burning in my chest with each inhale, but the creature had only fallen back, and I had seconds before it attacked again.

Brace yourself, master, came the sword’s warning in my head.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, adjusting my stance in the snow. I felt breathless, weakened, and her words only served to remind me how wounded I already was.

I would rather not have to bleed out for the sword to do her work.

The creature wheeled around and faced me again, eyes glowing in the darkness, claws digging wild grooves in the layer of white. My blade was ready; it caught the creature across its hideous neck as it leapt on me, cutting a deep swathe that immediately bleed black. With a horrible, screeching cry it reeled backward, blood arching through the air, to fall in its side, where it writhed and shuddered with the same horrific screeching.

Now I really did brace myself, panting and silently begging my body not to fail me. My own blood was seeping darkly from the jagged lacerations the creature’s claws had inflicted on my chest. The sword remained silent as together we watched the monster convulse itself to death, its blood spattered across the snow.

“It’s time,” I said aloud, my voice oddly muffled in the cold and ice. “You can drink now. But be quick, because I can’t stand up much longer.”

I’ll only be a moment.

The ravenous force I had come to know so well shimmered like heat against the blackness. The monster’s blood rose spiraling from the snow, pulled toward the blade and vanishing into it as she drank.

And then she stopped. For a moment, everything fell deathly silent.

Master, something…something is wrong.

I felt it: a quaking, shattering wrongness uncurling from deep inside me. From deep inside…her.

The creature’s blood…poison…changing me…please, master, you have to—

A wild cry, echoing the monster’s dying wail. The blade wrenched herself from my grip, throwing me off-balance. I dropped to my knees, stunned and speechless, still bleeding.

Then my own horror began to unfold.

@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time

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[otherworldly-whump]

Returning Home

Whumpee finally escapes. Or were they let go? They honestly aren't sure which. All they know is that they finally got everything they wanted, they're free. But something is wrong. It turns out whumper might have been right. The world is just a bit too big for them. It's scary, dangerous... overwhelming. Whumper was right when they warned them outside was actually less safe. Less comfortable. Less kind. Suddenly whumpee isn't sure they want to be free. Maybe whumper is keeping them safe after-all. Before they know it they find themselves back where they'd just escaped, on their knees in front of whumper. Words pour out of their mouth, begging and sharing and emotional dumping, and just pleading, pleading whumper to take them back in, where it's calm and quiet and there's simple rules, with simple results. They'll do anything. They're so so so sorry they left. They're sorry they didn't listen It had just gotten too much, it hurt too much, and they just wanted to stop hurting. They didn't mean to leave, they didn't mean to put themself in danger. They just couldn't handle all the feelings anymore. Please all they're asking for is a little more kindness and they'll stay forever. They'll do anything, anything, whumper wants.

Whumper watches them, cold, expressionless, for almost half an hour. They listen to whumpee plead and sob and cry until their throat is sore and their mouth is dry. And then slowly, they nod. "Welcome home whumpee dear. Of course we can be more gentle, if you finally understand your place. I only ever was correcting you to keep you safe like I told you. If you're finally willing to learn better, it's wonderful to have you home."

That night, for the first time in a long time, whumpee didn't sleep on a floor. They fell asleep on whumper's bed, curled up to their chest, shivering as their touch starved body and affection starved brain curls up tight and close. Not caring that this is the monster that had been torturing them for months. This was their proper owner now afterall. They hadn't been lying. They had been keeping whumpee safe. And the arms around them felt too good. A soft bed. An arm tucked around protectively. A belly full of Chinese takeout. Whumpee doesn't know if they escaped, or were let go. All they know is they're home finally now. They drift to sleep in Whumper's arms. Safe.

#otherworldly writes #my post: unity #my post: writer green #whumpee #whumper #escape attempt #tw gaslighting #sorta? not sure on that #implied disability #(very lightly implying they have some of the stuff i do) #Cold whumper #intimate whumper #aftercare? #whumper type to whumper type #whumper/caretaker hybrid #devoted whumpee #stockholme syndrome #lima syndrome #again sorta on that one #gaslight whumpkeep gateboss #whumper/whumpee

[a-funeral-romance]

Whumpblr Intro

hey whumpblr!! call me coffin (he/him).

i have Never gotten involved in the whump community before, I am brand new to whump writing, and I love nsfwhump (which is the main reason I made this blog) teehee

favorite tropes:

nsfwhump (ofc) multiple whumpers hero/villain team whump kidnapping & captivity trauma reveals superhero whump aftermath of whump lots of comfort

do NOT like mind break/brainwashing, excessive gore, or male whumper/female whumpee. just not for me!

i currently have 3 whump concepts in mind (all nsfw, be warned):

superhero whump round one. villain whumpee rescued from a hero whumper by other heroes. features a whole team of caretakers (but only one he falls in love with)

superhero whump round two. hero whumpee (whumped some time ago) who is disliked by his tight-knit team. cue trauma reveal, team whump, and a team trying to earn the trust of the member they failed.

supernatural/fantasy whump featuring a human whumpee with a terrifying female werewolf-demon hybrid for a caretaker.

thats all I have for now!! I need ppl to follow soooo,, say hi maybe??

#whumpblr #whumpblr intro #whump writing #whump community #hoooo boy here we go!! #nsfwhump #for filtering purposes

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Community Tropes of the Year

Honorable Mentions as chosen by the community: 

(All will be added to next year’s community roundup!)

Field medicine

Dissociation

Whumper turned whumpee

Fainting/passing out

Interventions

Vampire whump

Stress positions

Drugging

Possession

Villain caretaker/ hero whumper

Cages

Recapture

Sensory overload

Hybrid whump

Scar reveal

Human shield

Hostage situation

Forced to watch

Slapping

Bad-caretaker

Fevers

Car crashes

Wing whump

Used as bait

Garroting

Restrained for their own good

Prisoner exchange

Branding

Vivisection (of a hybrid whumpee)

Choking

Exposure

Strangulation

Isolation

Temporary loss of senses

Knife to throat

Vomiting / food poisoning

Drowning

Interrogation

Non-con body mods

Auctions/prisoner swaps

Bedside vigils

Stoic/defiant whumpee

Body horror

Curses

Immortal whumpee

Manhandling

Shivering/shaking/trembling

Shrapnel

Forgotten by team

Stabbing

Presumed dead/temporary death

#whump #writing #prompts #community prompts #whump community #whump community favourites #tropes #whump tropes

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Non-human whumpee, multiple whumpees, [implied] reluctant whumper, pet whump.

"So... you guys sell animal hybrids?"

"That's right," the worker nodded, and Caretaker watched in horror as dozens of creatures were locked up in cages, some even forced to curl up in a tight ball due to how small the cages were. When they'd applied for a job at their local pet store a few weeks prior, this was quite possibly the last thing they'd been expecting.

They took a steadying breath, leaning against the wall for a moment as they took in the sight. Their heart ached. This was not something they wanted to support, but what choice did they have when they were on the brink of homelessness as it was? None of their other job applications had been accepted. This was their only option as of right now.

So, they eventually found themselves with a forced a smile. "Okay. I, uh... I guess I can roll with this."

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whumpy thoughts

[captain-bo-bob-bobby]

Whump Café

"Hello, and welcome to your local Whump Café! Take a moment to look over our menu and figure out what Whumpee you want! Don't forget to sign each Whumpee you order with their new names!"

MENU BOARD #1: COMMON WHUMP TROPES

- Pet Whump

- Captivity Whump

- Medical Whump

- Hero/Villain Whump

- Whumper to Whumpee

- Caretaker to Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #2: WHUMPEE TYPES

- Defiant Whumpee

- Stoic Whumpee

- Shy/Scared Whumpee

- Conditioned Whumpee

- Broken Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #3: WHUMPEE SPECIES

- Human (default)

- Vampire

- Werewolf

- Elf

- Dwarf

- Brownie

- Lich

- Hybrid Type 1; (Cat, Dog, Bunny, etc.)

- Hybrid Type 2; (For Example half werewolf half vampire, half human, etc.)

- Aquatic (Mermaid/Merman, Siren, etc.)

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #4: WHUMPEE ADD ONS

- Male Whumpee (default)

- Lady Whumpee

- Enby Whumpee

- POC Whumpee

- Disabled Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

[Reblog with your order, or comment it if you'd like.]

#whump #whump whump #whump whump whump #whumpity whump whump whump #whump cafe #whump café #cafe whump #café whump #reblog with your order #comment with your order #interactive whump #kind of interactive whump #whumpblr #whump community #order your very own whumpee #whumpee #be a whumper today! #(no guarantee that I'll respond) #(this is purely just for fun) #(if anyone wants to write something based off of this then go ahead!) #whump blog #whump stuff #original whump post #don't forget to name your whumpee(s)! #captain bob writes again #hello its me captain bob #also if you want to pretend to be an employee at this “whump café” then go ahead #whump thing #a whump thing #whump brain rot

[generic-whumperz]

First Intro Post!

(Okay I feel like I’ll do a couple of these intro posts since I’m kinda all over the place atm and very frazzled- just got back from a three-week vacation.💀 I’ll do a proper intro post later, but rn I just wanna talk about my new oc!)

So I just learned of Picrew a couple days ago and have been messing around on it since. I found this character editor by @elena-illustration this and am obsessed! This is the closest I have gotten to what I think my oc actually looks like. His vibe is sad Greek statue (downturned features, olive skin, curly dark brown hair, strong jawline, with a Grecian nose) with central heterochromia (green-to-gray) and sanpaku eyes).

Can I start a list/chain/share (whatever it’s called?) of your oc’s/Whumpee’s?! I’d love to see what other people’s whumpees look like!

Greek God glory

After a fight, under the ownership of Whumper 1 (Frederik Finnegan, Fred for short).

OC overview: SX-B2217 (Seventeen/Seven for short) is a mysterious human/alien hybrid genetic experiment sold off to a WRU-type facility for a heafty price tag. Seven’s batch was created in The Lab™️ and grown in artificial wombs, then transferred to maturation chambers which accelerated their natural grown rates. These subjects were used for top secret experimentation and were not intended to ever be seen (or used) by the public.

But, (there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there?) one of The Lab™️ workers made a backdoor deal with a WRU-adjacent facility since The Lab™️ needed funding and the facility was willing to dish out a substantial amount of money for these experimentations called “drones” (may change this name later on?) Drones were created and altered to be quiet, tolerant, docile, and malleable- an accidental perfect pet, but an intentional ideal lab rat. Drones listen to higher authority figures and have little to no sense of bodily autonomy. They are considered to be property though-and-though because they were never a “person beforehand,” do not have friends or families, were created from raw material for specific purposes in a laboratory, and don’t even have names other than their identification codes.

Additional to being a drone, SX-B2217 possesses some strange, mostly invisible abilities that he keeps hidden from Lab™️ and facility workers. However, when shopping for his first pet, Whumper 1 (Fred) picks Seven out of a line-up of freshly shipped in drones because he can sense a great power within Seven that Fred believes he can use to his advantage. Seven is a spooky boi and often seems to be in some sort of trance and can sleep with his eyes open. He’s mute, but seems to be able to subtly communicate non-verbally and react to things before they happen. Over their years together, Fred notices many unusual things about Seven that he can’t quite explain but keeps to himself. Fred is both intrigued and scared of Seven, but they develop a mutual understanding.

Inspired by his family’s famed prize-winning race horses and his love for boxing, Fred buys Seven to use for fighting as he starts an underground pet-fighting ring where people place bets on fights for outrageous sums of money. After several months of training, Seven becomes the best fighter, is ultimately unbeatable, and quickly becomes Fred’s pride and joy and his #1 cash cow. Because of this, Fred does not treat Seven like a “normal pet” which causes issues with other owners/Whumpers. Fred and Seven have a very strange dynamic that will be explored in flashbacks as I begin writing this series because it actually takes place when Caretaker rescued Seven from Whumper 2!

*This was just a background snippet, I will be sharing more down the road, I just wanted to give a little backstory to Seven’s portrait!

P.S. I’m brand new to whump and sharing this was terrifying!

#whumpblr #whump #oc #oc art #My oc #original character #picrew #picrew maker #picrew oc #Picrew #Whumpee #whump blog #origin story #backstory #pet whump #lab whump #nonhuman whumpee #alien whumpee #paranormal whumpee #object oc #fighter oc #whump art #bloody #abused whumpee #objectification #central heterochromia #sanpaku eyes #magic whump #magical whumpee #supernatural whumpee

[whumpshaped]

gosh, i’d love another severe separation anxiety drabble with caretaker + whumpee— anything your brain comes up with tbh i love your writing so much

the other separation anxiety drabble i wrote. these r not the same guys bc i didnt have any inspo for them but heres smth that sounded nice in my head

tw hybrid whumpee, separation anxiety, captivity, betrayal, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, choking

"This is the only way we'll ever get out of here. Do you understand that?" Caretaker resisted the urge to shake Whumpee by the shoulders as they said that, but just barely. Weeks of captivity had taken a toll on their mental stability and patience. They wanted out.

"No, n-no, there has to be another way, please–"

"If there was, I would take it. But there isn't."

Whumpee whined in the back of their throat, a sound that was nearly constant whenever the two of them got separated. Their ears and tail indicated clear distress, and the tears in their eyes just kept gathering until eventually they overflowed. "So stay! We can stay here! It's not that bad!"

"Whumpee–"

"I can't stay here alone! I can't, I can't do it, I can't do it without you!"

"I will come back for you immediately, I'll call help and–"

"No! No, no, no, either we get out together, or we don't! Please! Please don't leave me!"

"We can do it the other way around," Caretaker tried desperately. "I know how to get one person out! You can be the one to call for help, and I'll wait for you patiently–"

"I would never leave you!"

Caretaker let go of them and took a few deep breaths. Whumpee watched them intently, they could feel it. Both of them were desperate. Both of them were in a very bad way. They needed to do this.

"Whumpee, I'm sorry. If you're not willing to call for help, then I'll have to be the one to do it. I'm so sorry. I'll come back immediately–"

"Master!" Caretaker's eyes widened as Whumpee rushed over to the bars of their cell, screaming at the top of their lungs. "Master!"

They jumped up from where they were sitting, tackling Whumpee to the ground and trying to cover their mouth. They were almost successful, until Whumpee bit them. "Whumpee, what the fuck?"

"Master! Master!"

The door leading to the large basement soon opened, and several people ran down the stairs. Caretaker was now trying to protect Whumpee from a possible fight, but Whumpee wasn't even having any of that. They wriggled out of their grasp, pressing themself against the bars as much as they could, immediately going on a rant when they saw Whumper.

"Master, please, Caretaker is planning an escape, you can't let them escape, please, I just want to stay here with them, but they want to leave me behind, they want to escape!"

There were no words to describe the feeling of betrayal that washed over Caretaker's entire being. It was paralysing. They didn't even know what to say. They just stared at their friend — who they thought was their friend — in shock, unable to move a single muscle or react in any way.

"Calm down, calm down." Whumper grabbed their collar through the bars, choking them a little until they stopped barking nonsensical half-sentences. "Calm down. I'm very glad you decided to alert me, but you need to quiet down."

"Don't let them leave me," Whumpee rasped.

"Oh, I would never." They let go when Whumpee started to struggle and turn a little blue, letting them collapse onto the ground. Despite everything, Caretaker was by their side in an instant, making sure they were okay more out of habit than genuine care. "Unfortunately, that does mean dear Caretaker needs to be punished... But don't worry. I'll let you watch the whole thing, as a little reward."

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#also thank u! glad u like my stuff :) #asks #whump #whump drabble #hybrid whumpee #separation anxiety #captivity #betrayal #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #choking

[urlocalwhumper]

predator animal hybrid being picked on by a group of prey animal hybrids, knowing that if whumpee ever tries to stand up for themself, the whumpers will scream that they're being attacked and everyone will take their side

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #animal hybrids #discrimination #mine

[wingedwhump]

Let’s Discuss: BBU

Here I am with one of the most popular tropes in the whump community; the BBU! Many writers have various ways to write about it such as @albino-whumpee with Albus and Sann, @spookyboywhump with Wren and Zander, both of which are amazing writers and you guys should definitely read their stories if you haven’t yet

What is the BBU?

BBU stands for box boy universe, it’s a very popular trope in the whump community that’s sort of like build-a-bear workshop but for human pets

How does it work?

This is vary depending on how you write your story but usually from what I have read, there’s a form the whumper fills out with certain aspects they prefer including:

Whumper 1 prefers a tame box boy to avoid the trouble of training them whereas whumper 2 enjoys breaking their box boys and orders a defiant box boy

Whumper 1 orders a hybrid box boy for those extra opportunities and dehumanization whereas whumper 2 wants a human pet so they know what to expect. See my Hybrid Discussion for examples on that

Whumper 1 wants a pet who can read and write whereas whumper 2 wants them to be as blank as possible

After filling out the form, the owner will get their box boy/boxie/pet shipped to them. The whumpee will be trapped in the box waiting for their owner to let them out. There are also a few different types of boxies:

Guard Dog: pretty self explanatory. These boxies are usually large and are trained to fight and protect their masters. @redwingedwhump has a couple of stories of their ocs (David and Riley) who are both guard dogs.

Romantic: Romantics are pets that are trained to provide pleasure to their masters so a majority of these stories are 18+ and can contain noncon/dubcon. I believe @whumpfigure has an oc named Etienne/Tee that is a romantic as well as Asa by @lonewhumper

Domestic: I think these are also self explanatory. Domestics are pets that don’t usually fight but they also aren’t used for pleasure. Some owners have one simply for the power or to have a lap dog. Of course they still do get punished for behaving badly according to the owner’s standards

I’m going to make a part 2 going over training and rescue/rehabilitation but if I missing anything here, please feel free to add on any information ^-^

#whump #bbu whump #box boy universe

[blackrosesandwhump]

randomly saw ur blog pop up in the whump tags n i see u asking for ppl to give u motivation to write so i hand u a proposal:

everytime you [insert thing that happens frequently, ie, everytime u take a sip of water, everytime u see a twitter post screenshotted to tumblr, etc] you write ONE word on whatever u wanna write. if you wanna stop there, you CAN, if you wanna write more, you ALSO can.

also i saw u put out a gothic word prompt list and asked for ppl to send u prompts so. poison? now u got something to work slowly at, have fun :]

Thank you so much, Anon! :)

From this Gothic words list, featuring my oc Gathin.

Poison

CW: poison (obviously), monster whumper, transformation, horror imagery

The blazing fire leapt and danced, lulling Gathin into a doze. He twitched awake, senses tingling and heart pounding. He couldn’t let himself sleep. The monster might be watching him even now, waiting for a brief moment of vulnerability. That’s all it would take, a moment.

The prospect of defeat at the talons of such a creature set his heart on edge.

“Excuse me, sir? A drink?”

The robed and weary-eyed innkeeper shuffled closer, a steaming cup in his hand. Gathin took it, pushing away the warning thoughts in his head. The icy wind hadn’t yet dissipated from his bones.

“Thank you. It’s a terrible night. And I don’t particularly like the idea of entering it again.” The liquid flowed down his throat, warm and slightly sweet. Heat blossomed in his chest, a welcome imitation of the flames before him.

“Then don’t, sir. Stay. Plenty of room here.” The innkeeper gestured at a small flight of stairs. He gave a small, almost furtive smile.

“Thank you,” Gathin repeated, “but no, I must—I—” His thoughts had disconnected themselves. His senses had grown disconnected too—a glimpse of fire—the room, tilting—a heaviness inside, instead of heat. Wrong. Something was wrong—

“I—I can’t—can’t feel my body—”

The innkeeper’s smile widened, stretching further until it split his face in two. Numb, gasping for air and fighting the blackness encroaching on him, Gathin watched the man transformed, morphing into the very creature whose demise he had been sent to secure.  

The monster shifted closer, its talons scoring deep marks in the floorboards. A foul miasma of breath washed over Gathin, stealing the last of his air. Dying…he was dying…and the sword hadn’t woken to save him…

So. The hunter has become the hunted. A different voice in his head. The monster’s voice, using human words.

Then the fathomless black ocean enveloped him completely.

#whump #whump drabble #whump snippet #poison #gothic whump #gothic horror #gothic writing #monster whumper #transformation #horror imagery #disturbing imagery #creepy whumper #poison whump #inhuman whumpee #hybrid #half human #oc whump #original character #swordsman #hunter whumpee #blackroseswrites #whump request #anon ask #ask answered #writing tips #writing advice #writing requests #writing prompt #word prompt #request