#whumblr reblog

[whumpitisthen]

The difference between

"What am I going to do with you, Whumpee?" — Caretaker sighed tiredly.

and

"What am I going to do with you, Whumpee?" — Whumper mused sinisterly.

#i just think polar opposite yet the same dialogue is neat #whump prompt #my writing #whump #whumblr #whump writing #i fucking love this shit reblog with more examples i want more

[goodnquiet]

Intro Post

Round two, so I'm just gonna copy most of my last one haha.

Hihi! I go by Squid (or Quiet maybe, dunno trying a rebrand so we'll see if Quiet sticks), she/they are both fine. I’m sorta new to whumpblr, and whump as a term, but I’ve always been a fan beating up my scrunklies so whump as a whole isn’t too new to me. 

I regret to inform you that I’m both Furry and Cringe (im not sorry tho) so all my go-to whumpees are fluffy lil bastards. You’ll probably see them in my doodles and drabbles. 

I bring maybe One OC to the table (he's in my header) and otherwise I mostly bring fandom scrungles, right now it's LMK so monkies.

I'm a pretty religious tagger, but you can find specifically my art under the 'doodles' tag.

Not sure what all else to put here, but my ask box is always open! Need to hook up with more whump buddies, so don’t hesitate to poke me. 

Follows and other not-whump things will be from from my main, @squidkid15 .

Also I tagspeak a LOT, always check my tags on whatever is on my blog because 9/10 I say something. 

Favorite Tropes

Non-human whumpee

Immortal whumpee

Muzzles & collars

Pet whump/dehumanization

Whumpee & caretakers swap places for each other

Creepy/intimate whumpers

Lab whump

Drugging

Blood loss

Like actually anything that makes whumpee slowly lose consciousness/awareness like mmMDMMDSMFD

“Keep your eyes on me, stay awake”

Mind control/loss of control

Branding

Non-human whumpee specific goodies. Messing with things that can only be messed with because they're not human.

Defiant whumpees

Squicks

Eye gore

Emeto/vomiting/etc

More realistic whump? Idk exactly, I stumbled on it once and it squicked me out but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why

#whumblr #whump intro #whump community #whump #HELLO AGAIN #got a sideblog this time #i would like more people to follow #i'll reblog some of my whump art from my main to here #quiet murmurs

[whumpiswonderful]

What's a whumpblr blog and/or whump author (from any site) you love? What's something they've written, posted, or reblogged that you liked?

Yes! @echoingalaxies and @fern-writes-whump are who brought me into whumblr but recently I found @bleedingintogold and his work is amazing!

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #asks are always appreciated

[painsandconfusion]

I posted 2,520 times in 2022

That's 1,873 more posts than 2021!

1,418 posts created (56%)

1,102 posts reblogged (44%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@meowsikbox

@wormwriting

@painsandconfusion

@cryptidhongo

@whumblr

I tagged 1,976 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#sand asks - 930 posts

#oc asks - 147 posts

#not whump - 112 posts

#whumping the whumpers - 75 posts

#waking dreamer - 59 posts

#gotta catch em all - 49 posts

#whump community - 47 posts

#whump - 45 posts

#little fox - 45 posts

#intimate whumper - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#this popped up in my notifs and i straight up forgot i wrote this asdlfksdl. i have the vaguest memory of typing while in blinding pain. i g

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

nothing in this world brings me more joy than someone binging my series and i can just...follow along with the rate of their likes? knowing that theyre reading my stuff??? and loving it???? anyone who says spam liking gets you blocked is a fool. this is the greatest high ive ever known.

511 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#4

Ballroom Whump Prompts

Just a little list of ideas and moments for ballroom and forced to dance scenes. Let this be inspiration to write and tag me in more of these lol. Please, I'm literally begging you for more intimate whumper ballroom scenes.

A masquerade ball. Whumpee gets pulled from partner to partner. They think everything is fine until they recognize their newest partner’s voice.

Whumpee forcing a smile on their face, hoping no one notices that the lash marks barely peek over the collar of their clothes.

“You look absolutely delicious tonight.”

Whumpee trying to keep up the dance on trembling legs.

Whumper presses a casual kiss to the back of Whumpee’s neck to mask little threats and words of encouragement.

Whumper’s fingers bruising into the small of their back.

“Your heart is pounding. Do you just like being close to me this much?”

Whumpee hasn’t eaten in days. The room is filled with the rich scents of the feast, but Whumper keeps a close eye on them. They’ll regret it if they take a bite.

Whumper brings Whumpee a drink. Whumpee holds it awkwardly, not trusting it not to be drugged. They look up to see Whumper’s wry smile. “Go on. You must be parched.”

Corsets that pull against cracked ribs and lash marks.

“Right to business, hm? Come on, live a little. Dance with me, then we can talk about your little friend.”

Whumpee tries to pull away mid-dance, but Whumper’s fingers bruise into their wrist, spinning them gracefully back. No one notices their whimper as they’re pulled back to Whumper’s chest.

Spinning in general. Disoriented and exhausted. But they can’t stop.

Whumper pulling Whumpee into a low dip. Whumpee is trembling, hating that they have to rely on Whumper’s grip to keep them from falling. Whumper grins, holding them like that for a moment longer than necessary.

“I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t think you’d come here. What, did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?”

A sneaky little whumpee who picks the pockets of their dancing partners. All is going well, they are charming and sweet, slipping dexterous fingers into pockets and jackets. Until they try it on Whumper - who catches their hand with a charming smile. Whumpee squeaks as Whumper’s grip tightens painfully.

“Who are you going to tell? Oh honey, you really think anyone here would to help you?”

Whumper keeps spinning Whumpee, twirling and jerking them around until they’re stumbling, dizzy, and breathless. Unable to stop any of it.

Whumper pulls Whumpee in close for a slow dance. Any onlookers would think they’re any normal couple as Whumper murmurs in Whumpee’s ear, “Be good for me and maybe you’ll get out of here alive.”

Whumper plucking up one of the delicate hors d'oeuvres, reeling Whumpee in by the jaw. They hold it to Whumpee’s lips. “Open up.” Whumpee clenches their jaw shut. Whumper’s grip tightens as the morsel presses against their lips. “Let’s not be rude.”

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @cryptidhongo @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie)

528 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#3

When you’re dying to read the next chapter of a series, then realize….you’re the author. You have to write it.

596 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#2

Defiant Whumpees

Collab with @wormwriting!

Lines:

“Mm, yeah. Gaslight me harder.”

“Oh, you want me to call you sir, sir? Of course, sir. Anything you say, sir. Anything else, sir?”

“If you want to know how I’m doing, come a little closer and find out for yourself.”

“Kiss your own boots if you want it that bad.”

"You know, Einstein said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And you seem like a smart person. Really, you do. But you keep asking me the same fucking question and I keep giving you the same fucking answer and now I'm starting to think maybe you aren't as smart as you look."

“You always want me on my knees. I should just get you a step stool or something for Christmas.”

“Make me.”

“Fun fact! Technically, by some accounts and by some, I mean all this could be considered quoteunquote: illegal.”

“Have you considered therapy instead? I could refer you to a great psychiatrist.”

“You know, I sorta consider stabbing a third date sort of deal?”

"Honestly I'm starting to get genuinely concerned about your hearing. I said I'm. Not. Telling. You. Anything. Do I need to talk louder? Maybe write it out for you? Ow! Jeez, you can cut me all you want, but that's not going to be nearly as effective as just talking to an otolaryngologist."

“Did you miss me?” “Well I did at first, but then I started getting fond of the slow drip of blood and the echoes of screams - sooooo I’m good, now. You can go, but thanks for asking.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you the first 478 times. What was it you wanted again? Hm. Nope. Still not clicking. You better ask again.”

“Ah, you know me - I just love getting tortured. But the mice? They don’t like to watch. So we should probably skip it for today.”

“If you’re going to burn me, can you at least put the blindfold back on? Seeing your dumb face is torture enough, I don’t need to do both at once.”

“Have you ever tried dating apps?”

“Canned soup again? Did your mother never teach you to cook?”

“I’m not sure what exactly you want when you ask me to beg. Maybe you could do a demonstration? Knees, please.”

“I know you’re having fun, but it’s not healthy to put this much attention into just one hobby. You could try….card-making or….pottery?

“You know, I’m not really feeling it today. Soooo….rain check? Thursday, maybe? I’m free after lunch until two.”

“Oooo. Stalker. So scary. Wait-where are you going with that knife?”

“You know, I’m actually supposed to be at band practice right now? I’m just gonna- Ah. Okay. Nope. No no, I can stay. Nice knife by the way. Did your mom get that for you?”

“Oof - the knife’s a bit cold. Maybe you should heat it up in the microwave real quick.”

“When was the last time you took a shower? Because you reek of ‘daddy never loved me enough’.”

“What’s your favorite color? Oh wait no - let me guess. Red?”

“Put your finger under my chin one more fucking time and I’m biting it off.”

“Look at me.” “Uughh, do I have to?”

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616 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

(Wow I think I actually might have edited this a little too cleanly)

1,133 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Hey Kirsten #I see you #Too reblog mutuals #Waggles eyebrows

[hold-him-down]

What are some of your favorite whump series?

Here are some recommendations. I almost always reblog things that I love, so none should come as a surprise. I also still don't consider myself particularly well read on whumblr, so please, feel free to add or send me recommendations any time :)

Danny Michaelson's Story by @ashintheairlikesnow [captivity story. one of my favorite works of fiction of all time, I can (and do) reread parts of it over and over. i can't stress this enough. when i don't know what else to read, i just pick a random chapter of this and it always slaps.]

Collarbones by @ilasknives [evil medicine, the background is unclear to me. Two whumpees/captives are being taught and experimented on by a sadistic doctor? anyway i love]

Endurance by @whither-wander-whump [human-like alien whumpee, lab whump, if I get a notification that it updated I immediately go read]

Do No Harm by @peachy-panic [BBU-Adjacent, similar to the fighter, if you like the fighter, read this, you will not regret. Lots of med whump]

58 days by @peachy-panic [captivity story. this story deserves way more attention than it gets and that IS a hill I will die on]

Bo's Story by @deluxewhump [captivity story. also, like generally anything she posts I'm going to read, they're all my fave, but this is my fave fave]

One Night's Mistake by @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump [BBU. female caretaker, accidentally purchases a box boy when drunk one night, all the angst that feeds my soul]

Reap the Harvest by @pumpkin-spice-whump [medical/experimental horror. i've really enjoyed all the pieces that i've read so far, pumpkin never really shies away from violence/gore, the characters and the anguish are so so compelling]

Shadow by my Fireplace by @quietly-by-myself [slave whump/captivity whump. recovery story, i've recently started reading this and have really been enjoying it, the whumpee is just a sad scared little guy and i am OBSESSED with sad scared little guys]

Behavior Modification by @whumpcereal [bbu. have recently been reading this, i love LOVE post-freedom comfort here, the writing is *chefs kiss*.]

#whump recommendations #i WANT to read more #i just am in a bubble #send me recommendations! #SEND ME THE LAB WHUMP #c'mooonn #i can already think of at least four stories that i forgot #y'all #send help

[morning-star-whump]

Do you have /a/ whumpy book recommendation(s) ?

Again, sorry but I do not in terms of published books. I have great stories you can read on tumblr/AO3 tho!

@whump-tr0pes Honor Bound Series

@redwingedwhump Captured

@t0rture-me Cat and Mouse

@whumblr Home is Where the Hurt Is

@darkthingshappen Brother’s Keeper

I’m sure I’m forgetting so many, so reblog with your favorite whumpy books/accounts!

#ask #whumperfully

[whumblr]

I posted 959 times in 2022

177 posts created (18%)

782 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@painsandconfusion

@villainsvictim

@collapse-and-comfort

@basica11ywhumped

@whumblr

I tagged 671 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#my writing - 61 posts

#gif - 55 posts

#whump - 44 posts

#my prompts - 39 posts

#whump prompt - 33 posts

#self reblog - 30 posts

#angst - 28 posts

#art - 21 posts

#whumplr - 19 posts

#defiant whumpee - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#but jays writing tone is formal and there's no hint of snark or sarcasm anywhere and he kinda misses the back and forth...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Whump prompt #57

"Oh dear... are you scared, my darling?"

Whumpee sat on their knees and kept their gaze on Whumper's feet, not daring to look up, not daring to move. They had to move. Had to respond. And so they barely managed a curt nod.

"And why is that?"

They took a deep breath. "Be-- Because..." Another. Come on. Should they be honest? Scramble for something? But they didn't have time to come up with something that resembled the truth, something he'd believe but that didn't leave them all open and bare. An answer. Now. "Because I don't know what you're going to do."

The smug smirk only grew wider.

"Shall I tell you, then?" He stepped closer. "Or..." A hand on their chin and they finally looked up. "Do you want me to show you?"

413 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#4

any prompts/ideas on how scars can be revealed but with a defiant whumpee who is now with caretaker but isn’t wanting to share anything that was done to them but caretaker *has* to know so that they can help?? sorry if that’s too specific haha just looking for scar reveal ideas really :)

I'm always a fan of accidental reveals :3 Like

A shirt hitched up when they're taking a nap.

Caretaker walking in on them changing.

A careless motion hitching up a shirt or a sleeve and quickly pulling it down again.

But if Whumpee always refuses and pushes Caretaker away, but Caretaker has to know... Well, why do they have to know? Because if it's dire :3 then it can be done with some drama.

A wound that reopens and Whumpee desperately tries to cover the stain in their shirt.

Or a wound that reopens and Whumpee doesn't notice but Caretaker sure does.

Caretaker lightly taking their arm, wrist, waist, and Whumpee violently flinching away in pain.

Bones that haven't set right, wounds that haven't healed right and Whumpee tries to ignore it all, but one day it will catch up to them.

A lightheaded feeling that makes Whumpee sway and stumble, the 'I'm not feeling so good, no, back off, it'll be fine in a minute'.

Spoiler: it won't be fine in a minute.

That in various gradations, leading ultimately to "the collapse".

And Caretaker finally sees all the scars.

But those are more injury reveal tropes. For actual scar reveals:

Caretaker could take matters into their own hands and force Whumpee to come clean.

Or they're sick of all the 'it's fine really' so the next time Whumpee bites away pain or stumbles, they swoop in and pull up their shirt.

"When were you planning on telling me this?!"

"Will you sit still, I have to treat this before you pass out of blood loss or the wound infects and... oh."

Also fun: Return of the Whumper who sneers in glee at all that's transpired and Caretaker's cluelessness.

"You haven't told them? You really should. Tell them."

Forcing them to take off their shirt and reveal all the scars.

Tieing Whumpee up, cutting their shirt away and Caretaker gasps at the scars. Combined with the "Ohh, they didn't know? Well, now they do."

Whumpee collapsing and Caretaker doesn't know what to do so they take them to hospital and the doctor removes their shirt and.... yeah :)

A Whumpee thinking they're alone, it's super hot so they finally allow themself to take off their baggy hoody. And yeah, they weren't alone.

They're happy to finally wear their favourite shirt again, it gives them a sense of calm, of finally being home again. What they didn't know was that the neck of the shirt plunges just a bit too deep, or their sleeves are just a bit too short.

520 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#3

You know what, fuck you *unties your Whumpee*

623 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Whump dialogue XXXVI

"Do you know what I did to them?" Whumper purred, a hint of pride in his voice as he circled Whumpee.

"I've seen the scars," Caretaker bit back in reply.

"No, I mean..." Whumper made a gesture and they both watched as Whumpee dropped to their knees in front of them without any hesitation. "Do you know what I did to them," he repeated in a more sinister voice.

676 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whump prompt #52

A Whumpee who is wearing a wire!

They’re caught. And Whumper notices the device. But instead of taking it off and crushing it, he smiles and just leaves it on. While torturing Whumpee to learn more about who’s listening on the other end.

And Caretaker can do nothing but listen :)

Bonus if after a while, (maybe after Whumpee’s been a defiant shit for hours and has taken it all well) Caretaker just hears a broken “No... no, no, please, PLEA--” and with a loud smash and crackle, the transmissions ends and Caretaker is going out of their mind with worry.

898 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#Im in my own top 5 wtf #I'm a shammm #also I don't even remember that tag #if I created 177 posts and 61 are of my writing #does that mean I posted more shitposts than writing...? #anyhoooo thanks for this year everyone! #it's been a lot of fun #meant to start a new series this year and heck I still haven't #did make quite a dent in my drafts backlog #onwards to a new year full of whump! #love you all

[sparrowsage]

A bit of a vent? under the cut. Just wanted to touch on a topic.

Just wanted to make a post discussing a thing or two. The whump community here is absolutely amazing and I am beyond happy and honored it be apart of it. But as all social media has, there will be people who try to be hurtful and escalate things way out of proportion way to quickly. Within the past few days, there was a meme circling the whumblr community which said something along the lines of 'Caption this with what you were doing just before', with a picture of what appears to be a bathtub with a bunch of blood on the wall and in the tub with a bunch of ice inside the tub. I saw this on my dash from a mutual I follow and I reblogged it to join in on a bit of fun. In my excitement, I didn't think to tag blood, irl or fake gore (as the picture doesn't seem like it was that of a real action, more like a scene out of a horror film or such). The next day I had an anon in my ask box telling me off in a rude and hurtful manner. I edited the post to have the tags, and I do apologize for not tagging it, but there were more civil and respectful ways to go about informing me. People on the internet aren't responsible for other people's triggers (since there are so many things that could be a possible trigger for someone), so instead of taking the time to be rude and hurtful just because something that wasn't targeted at you upset or triggered, send me a simple ask saying something along the lines of 'Hey, you made a post and didn't tag [this, this and this], do you think you could and continue to do so in the future?'. We're all human and we make mistakes. If you see something that you don't agree with or something that upsets you, scroll past, or even block the user to ensure you don't run into them again. It's that simple. If you treat me civilly and respectfully, I will treat you with the same. If not, and it continues to be an issue despite being asked to stop should the occasion ever arise, I will block you. The last thing I want to do is hurt people on here, so if anything of the sort happens, bring it to my attention in a civil and respectful manner, and I will do my best to fix things.

#possible vent #touching on a topic #tags #hate anon discussion #respect

[b0amagination]

I posted 165 times in 2022

52 posts created (32%)

113 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@whumblr

@suspicious-whumping-egg

@b0amagination

@as-a-matter-of-whump

@brutal-nemesis

I tagged 163 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#the words of sneck - 24 posts

#morning reblog - 11 posts

#ask game - 11 posts

#hasan badeaux - 10 posts

#ghost anon - 7 posts

#declan labelle - 7 posts

#whump - 6 posts

#not whump - 5 posts

#as-a-matter-of-whump - 5 posts

#tag game - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i’ve got writing but right now is panic up to finals season so it’s gonna be a minute before i’m able to finish the chapter i’m writing 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hasan and Declan - His first visit/His first visitor

Series masterlist

So! This is a little something different to bring the series back now that I’m finally at the home stretch for the semester. The writing is formatted as a script, so this is actually best experienced as an audio (please ignore any cues that don’t match up, I made some edits) but you can still just read it and get the experience.

And if you’ll remember back: Lee is Hasan’s boyfriend, finally in town to meet the boy he’s been seeing so much about ;) This is probably a month or so into captivity.

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Content warnings: kiss (consensual and subtle), captivity and torture, creepy whumper, painful wound cleaning, implied recorded whump and kidnapping, manipulation, beating, 

and for the audio in general: there's some sudden sounds, but nothing too abrasive in my opinion. If you're bothered by yelling, take caution. Also, pain sounds. But I figure that should be more of a draw for this audience <3

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

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[The scene opens with hearing footsteps across carpeted floor.]

LEE

Are you sure he’ll be ready? I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot…

HASAN, lighthearted

He’ll be fine. You couldn’t possibly make a bad impression anyway.

LEE

I know, I know. (Beat)  I guess I’m just worried about association. It sounds like he hasn’t coped well with things recently.

HASAN

Declan’s resilient. No matter how hard it gets, he doesn’t lose his spark.

LEE

As long as you trust him, I trust you.

HASAN

Mm. Thanks, love. [they kiss LEE] He’s probably still napping. Would you rather wait out here…?

LEE

That would be best. Take your time, babe!

[A door is heard opening and closing as HASAN enters DECLAN’s room.] 

HASAN

Good morning, love!

DECLAN

Hi Hasan.

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19 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#4

Hasan and Declan - 12

Series masterlist

Content warnings: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kiss (one brief on the forehead), touchin wounds, electrocution mention, mention of (unintentional) food and water restriction, mention of painful wound cleaning, bound, noncon haircut (minimal), knives, flaying (semi-graphic).

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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This was the longest day at work they’d had since they lived with Lee.

Or it certainly felt that way, despite their 8-4 routine taking up the same amount of time.

After spending far too much time on their phone and falling a little behind, Hasan clocked out. Now they were giddily slipping off their coat and rushing to the staircase. They disabled the electricity first, unlocked the chain holding the door shut, and twisted the built in lock before opening the door itself.

A battered piece of metal shone by the light of the staircase, but Hasan’s attention was quickly drawn to the inside of their wooden door. Streaks of dark blood ran down crooked, frantic scratches.

“Mmm…” they hummed to themself, tracing down the deepest one. “You really don’t understand when to stop.”

They took the stairs slowly, listening intently for movement below as they creaked lightly. Nothing until they reached the bottom of the stairs and faint breaths reached their ears. 

Declan’s door was open, and they leaned against the frame. He curled up further in front of the television, acutely aware of their presence, clearly panicking, and still refusing to look at them.

“Not going to try and hide it then, are we?” they started, letting a step fall on the concrete.

Declan grunted and shook his head, and Hasan invited themself closer.

“That’s something then, isn’t it?”

He only tensed up, arms coming up to protect his head. 

He flinched when Hasan pulled his shoulders back into their lap, straining away, but gentle hands pressed him down and stroked through his hair. God, he was trembling all over.

“Alright, lovely. You’re going to tell me how you spent your day.” Their words left no room for refusal but he shook his head, hyperventilating.

“Nhh- no, no, I ca-an’t-” he cried, and Hasan smudged tears away with their thumbs.

“Yes you can. If you can make such an impressive effort to run, you’ve automatically signed up to tell me all about it.”

“If I tell you, you’ll…  you’ll- something like yesterday- I can’t-”

“There seems to be a disconnect between us here. What I don’t get is: if you understood my threat yesterday, then why did you take the next available opportunity to run from me?”

“Because I- I thought I was gonna make it out. Or- or if not- you didn’t have to know.” 

“Mmhmm…  but then when this happened…” They took his left hand in theirs, flipping it up to prod at his burned palm.

“Hhhh-! Don’t- it h-hurts!”

“Do tell me: how many times did you try turning that knob before you realized it was futile?”

“Nnh- nnnnhhh…” He didn’t respond at all, breathing too shallow to form words. 

Hasan sighed lightly and reached to the cooler, keeping their eyes on Declan. They felt around for a lemon and dug their nails in to peel it. Their captive didn’t react at all, eyes squeezed shut.

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20 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#3

Hasan and Declan - 13

Series masterlist

Content warnings: restrained, sound torture, dirty talking (no, it’s not sexual. yes, that’s the only way I can describe this), description of medieval torture and recorded/broadcasted whump, mention of noncon kiss. 

I have to encourage listening along to the audio for this chapter because it’s so much better for it, especially with the heavy dialogue focus, and it was such an experience to record. However, I do have to warn that the reason it’s so effective is because it’s creepy as all hell. So, you know. Listen at your personal discretion. 

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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Declan felt really weird when he woke up.

Which was saying something, considering his kidnapping predicament.

He opened his eyes to darkness. Okay. Normal. He pulled his arm back to roll over and sit up. It caught on the bar of the cot. Not normal.

Both his legs and arms were tied to the bars holding his shitty cot together. The pressure against his head should have been bandages wrapping around it, but it felt too tight. When he muttered a curse to himself, the sound was muffled to his ears and ricocheted in his head instead. Something sticky pressed against his forehead and nape, winding around his head in the same way the duct tape had when Hasan gagged him.

Over his ears were what felt to be padded headphones, and that was all too much for having just woken up. It must have been the middle of the night. He settled as comfortably as he could and let unconsciousness claim him once more. Hasan’s presence would wake him when necessary.

And wake him it did.

Blaring vocals with a driving guitar and drums flowed directly into his ears.

“Yesterday I heard you say your lust for life has gone away! It got me thinking: I think I feel a similar way and that’s sad (that’s sad, that’s sad!)”

“Fuck! Fuck off!” Declan yelled, a newfound understanding of his situation dawning upon him. “Thank you for less 2000’s love proposals! But that doesn’t mean I’m down for this bullshit! And it still sounds like half of a love proposal! Or an offering to join a cult!”

The song was only halfway through once an awful headache set in. The left side of his head was still in misery, only amplified by the joy of Hasan’s music taste introducing itself.

And when it finally ended, their voice was there to console him.

“Well well well, good morning my darling! You just heard The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience! I hope I didn’t frighten you. Or that I did. As much as I do so much wish I were there with you, my self control has kept me my job thus far.

“I’ll fill you in on some basics: Yes, you are tied to that cot aren’t you? Tough, unyielding ropes holding you down, just the same as last night. Do squirm and wish for escape, won’t you? I expect to see some gorgeous, irritated red skin by the time I’m home.”

“Yeah sure,” Declan grunted. “And I’ll hope you got mugged or something.”

“Second of all, I know it sure is tempting, but you are not to touch these headphones. They’re taped in place for a reason. I promise that even if you take them off, the volume is far too loud to block out in any meaningful way.”

“Fuck youuu, that’s stupid.”

“They’re very not stupid. Otherwise you’d spend another day left to your own thoughts instead of my lovely guidance. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“No.” Declan rolled his eyes.

“I’m not asking for your input because that was rhetorical.”

“Are you fucking listening to me?! Bitch, is this live radio?!”

“I feel like I should have something else to say, but I’ve forgotten. Perhaps you’ll hear it in a later session as I check in with you throughout the day. I leave you with 2012 by Will Wood and his since redacted tapeworms,” they said.

Another song picked up lightly before the vocalist shouted “FUCK!” directly into his ears. Ow. At least it was relatable.

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28 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#2

“You’ve really got the panic down!” The whumper laughed, brandishing their weapon at wide eyes and muzzled pleas,  “Now how about we get a little more disco?”

73 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

whumpers running their fingers through whumpees’ hair, petting it, gently moving their hands, brushing it away from their face, and every so often they give it a little tug. to remind them of the danger, to punish some small defiance, to let them know they’re pushing too far, to see them wince or feel them flinch. 

or they pull it hard, pulling whumpee’s face back to make menacing eye contact, twisting their hand in the strands, and then letting them slide through their fingers, going right back to gentle stroking.

313 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Thanks for a good year you guys #I know I wasn’t very active but I really appreciate the patience of everyone who’s stuck around #I’ll be able to write again very soon as I’m almost done with finals #and I’m so excited to share more of Hasan and declan’s story because I’ve really missed it #but for now. My grades are up for the first time in college. I didn’t drop any classes for the first time. #and I didn’t fail a class for the first time #as you can imagine that’s taken a lot of effort and didn’t leave time for writing #but now I’m here. #I made it

[whumpyblogthing]

I posted 255 times in 2022

That's 255 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (22%)

200 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@deluxewhump

@lonewhumper

@flowersarefreetherapy

@hold-him-down

@darkthingshappen

I tagged 199 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#whump - 62 posts

#asks - 24 posts

#whump blog - 22 posts

#answered - 22 posts

#whump writing - 19 posts

#deserted - 17 posts

#ask meme - 13 posts

#whump art - 13 posts

#emery - 12 posts

#whumblr - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#only to be caught up in anew fandom that i have zero intetion of creating content for and yet cant stop obsessing over

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Going through a intense but likely short-lived Sandman/Tom Sturridge thing. Alas there's not nearly as much content as I'd like but that means the fixation probably won't last long 😔.

Dark haired pretty boys with killer cheek bones are my downfall I swear.

31 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#4

Deserted

PART FOUR - LORD BECKETT

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

CW: More references to sexual slavery/noncon. Beckett being a garbage human being.

Author's Note: Thank you ALL for hanging in there with me on this. It's turned out to be more parts than I thought, since I'm making them a bit smaller. I know it hasn't been super whumpy yet, but I PROMISE that is coming. Very soon. Perhaps even later today, but tomorrow for sure! I was going to include the next part with this one, but... well. This one is already a little longer, and I want to keep certain content separated in it's own part to be skipped if desired. So. Stick with me, we're getting to the whump soon! And thank you again!!

***

Charles Beckett is not pleased.

He should be, damn it. With a victory as easy as the one they’d had, not losing a single man and taking hardly any time at all, he should be throwing a party for his officers in the main hall of the keep, not interrogating the Bastard’s leftover household staff.

The little Lordling. Beckett’s late wife’s cousin, who’d somehow weaseled his way into control over the estate that should have been her’s, and therefore Beckett’s, now. And it wouldn’t have mattered so much if the foolish little shit weren’t so inept. Theodore had been running the estate into the ground from the moment he took ownership. The mismanagement was so painfully bad that, when Beckett had appealed to the King for his permission to reclaim the estate, his request had been almost instantaneously granted.

Beckett has control of the estate, for now, but without Theodore present to officially sign over the land and give up his future rights to any claim, Beckett’s hold is tenuous.

Damn the coward for running.

And of course, his servants are just as useless as he is. Beckett is certain that if any of those left behind had any notion of where their Lord had gone, they’d give him up in an instant. It’s clear that Theodore had garnered very little favor amongst those he’d left behind.

Beckett is preparing to face the inevitable and send out parties to begin searching for signs of Theodore’s passage in the surrounding areas when he’s told that there may have been a breakthrough. That something important had been found. He feels a spark of hope at the words and follows the soldier eagerly into the keep.

The last thing he expects to find waiting for him is a damned bed slave, though really, he’s not surprised. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find a whole fucking harem, considering the gossip he’s heard about Theodore. The boy on the bed seems utterly useless, a complete idiot, but if anyone were to know Theodore’s secrets it would be the one he spent his nights with.

Beckett returns to the hall and finds that he is thinking of the boy despite himself, grudgingly realizing that one thing he can’t fault Theodore for is his taste.

The boy is lovely, there’s no denying that. Sable hair long enough to grab hold of, pale skin that had seemed perfect for leaving marks, pretty lips, his body finely formed and slight, perfect for…

Beckett huffs, shaking his head and dispelling any further thoughts of that sort. He’s never kept a pleasure slave before, but he understands the appeal, especially now that he’s a widower… But. He has far more important matters to attend to. The only consideration he should be giving the slave is for the information he can provide.

Tristan returns to the hall alone, apparently trusting his man upstairs to deliver the boy without any undue delays…Beckett’s not sure he would have been as trusting, but time will tell.

Somewhat to his surprise the soldier and the boy appear only a few moments later. The boy is clothed simply, and barefoot, and starts to tremble when Beckett approaches. Silly thing.

“Sit, boy. You look like you’re about to fall over. Tristan! Bring the boy some wine, it’ll settle his nerves.”

Beckett doesn’t miss the way Tristan frowns, but he obeys immediately. He’s a good boy, knows his place. Tristan is smart, competent, a fantastic leader of his men. His only flaw is that he has four older brothers. But, he knows his place, knows his best chance at advancing himself is by gaining a place of prominence in some powerful noble’s household. He listens well, carries out orders proficiently and efficiently. A good boy, if a bit soft at times. But he’s young, yet. He’ll learn.

Tristan smiles at the boy when he gives him the wine and gives him a little nod of encouragement. Beckett rolls his eyes. Soft. Or besotted, which is understandable enough. But a bed slave doesn’t need any wooing.

The boy takes a few hesitant sips, then holds the cup in his lap, staring down into it as if the dark liquid holds the secrets of the universe.

“Good. Now, tell me, boy. Where did Theodore run off to?” Beckett demands, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at him, watching for any sign of understanding or attempts at deception.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” the boy answers softly, shaking his head.

Beckett scoffs. “Surely he must have said something to you? Talked about a- an ally? A hiding place? Somewhere he meant for you to join him?”

The boy glances up at that, a look of hurt passing over his face before he drops his gaze once more. “He didn’t. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t even know he’d left, until. This.”

Beckett purses his lips, eyes narrowing as he considers the boy’s words. He’s not sure he believes him.

“Look, Emery,” Tristan says, stepping forward to crouch down in front of the chair where the boy is seated. “This must be frightening. I’m sure you want to- to do right, by your. Uh. By Lord Reynald. But I assure you, we mean him no harm. Or you!”

Beckett watches silently, willing to give Tristan’s more gentle approach a chance. It may be all the boy needs is a more tender hand. Though he doubts he received any such treatment from Theodore.

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73 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Hello World!

Now that I’ve got a few things posted and a lovely little group of followers I thought perhaps it would be a good time to do an intro post so ya’ll know that you’re getting into.

HELLO WHUMBLR! I’ve been lurking around this corner of the web for some time, and I’ve been into whump for as long as I can remember and I’m excited to start contributing and interacting more with the community. 

I like a little bit of everything when it come to whump, and in a lot of ways for me it comes down to Style over Substance. I have a few favorites, and some things that I am not so fond of, too, though...

FAVES

Captive whumpee (BBU/slavery/what have you)

Intimate/creepy whumper

Physical whump, ESPECIALLY whipping/branding/knives etc

Caretaker x whumpee

NSFW/Noncon/dubcon

Restraints

Whumpee/caretaker being used against each other/team

Fantasy/Historical whump

NOT SO FAVES

Major character death/unhappy endings

Body modification/permanent injuries (lots of grey area here though)

Gore/extreme torture

I have One(1) story with some OC's in progress at the moment (part one here), and I have plans for another that I'll hopefully be starting soon. My writing tag is #whumpy.writes!

I love getting asks and talking about whump or my characters/story with other folks so please feel free to stop by and say 'hi'!

79 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#2

DESERTED

Hi. Yes. So. 

The idea for this little series came to me randomly last night out of nowhere, and now here we are. I’ve had another story in mind to start posting but have been struggling to just start it, and then this happened, and here we are.

Deserted is set in a fictional world based more or less in a medieval-type setting with lords and knights etc. I'm not sure how long it will be. Probably four or so parts. I may expand on it depending on the response.

This story WILL contain NSFW and explicit dubcon/noncon and is intended for readers 18+.

So, without further ado...

Part One - Tristan

CW: Really none for this part. Very brief mention of sexual slavery.

***

Tristan wipes sweat from his brow and sheaths his sword. He hadn’t even used it for anything other than threats. He sighs, almost disappointed. They hadn’t expected much resistance, but the handful of guards posted haphazardly along the estate’s defensive wall had dropped their weapons in surrender almost immediately.

The damned, spoiled lordling who’d been left in charge here was rumored to be inept, too distracted by wine and bed slaves to be bothered with running an estate, but this? It seemed almost too easy.

Lord Beckett comes to stand alongside Tristan, scowling. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t like it. It was far too easy,” Tristan replies.

“Pathetic, even for him,” Beckett spits out.

Beckett refuses to call Theodore Reynald by his name. Tristan isn’t exactly sure why. He’s only been in Beckett’s service for a few months, sent here by his father to aid in this little campaign against the Reynald estate. Tristan has far too many older brothers to bother himself with politics and is content to simply follow his father's instructions.

“Tristan, with me. Let’s find the coward,” Beckett orders, stalking off towards the doors to the keep.

Tristan calls the men closest to him to join, and they follow their Lord inside.

***

It’s far too quiet. Deserted, even. Beckett’s scowl deepens the further they go. They're three rooms in before they see a single soul.

“You there!” Beckett cries out, pointing, and two of the men rush forward, grabbing hold of the unfortunate servant and pulling him forward from where he’s cowering in a dim corner. “Where is your master?” Beckett demands.

Where is anyone? Tristan thinks, but doesn’t say.

“He l-left,” the man stammers, eyes wide in terror as he looks between the six men in Beckett colors. “Just left. They all did.”

“Left?” Beckett bellows. “He ran?”

The man pales further and starts to tremble, and Tristan feels a surge of pity for him. He gives his men a look, and they loosen their grip.

“You have nothing to fear from us,” Tristan assures him in the calm, measured voice he’d use to speak to a spooked war horse. “We’re only here for Lord Reynald. Do you know where he went?”

“N-no. Didn’t even know he left till- Took his soldiers, too. He just left us,” the man repeats brokenly.

“That bastard,” Tristan mutters, shaking his head in disgust. Beckett was right, Reynald was a damned coward. Leaving his household unprepared and undefended.

“Someone must know where he went,” Beckett says to Tristan. He turns back to the servant and demands, “There are others left, aren’t there? You can’t be the only fool he left behind.”

The man nods, but doesn’t offer any further information. Beckett scowls and turns to Tristan. “Tear this place apart. Find anyone who’s left, and figure out which direction he went. Someone has to know! He took the whole damned garrison with him for god’s sake. It’s not as if he snuck away in a hay cart!” Beckett whirls and stomps back the way they’d come, growling and muttering more curses and insults as he goes.

Tristan obeys, gathering more men and organizing a full on search of the keep and outbuildings. He sets himself up in the main hall, questioning the handful of servants the men find, gathering what little information he can about Reynald’s escape.

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My #1 post of 2022

Deserted

Part Three - Tristan and Emery

Part One | Part Two

CW: More references to past abuse and sexual slavery. Nothing explicit. 

***

There’s a boy, on the bed. Tristan looks at him, and then looks away, because the boy is naked—or at least he’s pretty sure he is—and chained to the bedpost. But then he looks back, because he has to figure this out.

He’s not really a boy, Tristan decides. In fact he’s probably not much younger than Tristan himself. But sitting there, hunched in the center of the large four poster bed, he looks smaller, vulnerable and young.

“Hello,” Tristan finally manages to say, pulling the wild threads of his thoughts together to form some sort of response to the situation. “My name is Tristan, I’m the commanding officer here. My men are fetching something to get you out of those chains. Do you know what’s happening?”

The boy, man, regards him silently for a moment, then shakes his head. “No. I don’t- the other man. He said something about a new Lord?”

Tristan nods. “Yes, that’s right. Lord Beckett. Can you tell me your name?”

“Emery,” he answers softly. He shifts on the bed, clutching the sheets tighter to himself, brow furrowed. “Where is The- the old lord?” he asks, his voice shaky, unsure.

Tristan sighs. Gods, what a mess this is. “It seems that your uh- that Lord Reynald fled, before we arrived. Do you know where he might have gone? Another estate, or an ally, somewhere?”

Emery’s eyes shoot up to his, wide with surprise at Tristan’s words. “He left?”

Tristan nods, but before he can explain further there’s a bustle in the corridor, and then Lord Beckett is striding into the room along with the soldier who had found Emery in the first place.

“What the hell is this?” Beckett demands, looking between Emery and Tristan. “It seems the rumors of bed slaves was true, then?” He doesn’t wait for a response before turning back to Emery. “Where’d he go? Hmm? When did he leave?”

Emery seems frozen in place, eyes darting frantically between the three men staring down at him, and Tristan can see his chest begin to rise and fall at an increasingly faster pace.

“My lord, perhaps we can gather this information in a more suitable environment? When he’s been freed? And clothed?” he suggests.

Beckett is staring at the boy rather intently, and it seems to take a moment for Tristan’s words to register.

“Fine. Bring him to the hall. He must know something.” With that Beckett turns on his heel and stalks out of the room once more.

“That was Lord Beckett,” Tristan says, looking back to Emery, trying to explain what had just happened. “He’s uh. A bit frustrated that Reynald isn’t here. Anyway. Did you find anything that can help us get this chain off?” he asks the soldier.

“Aye, this should do it,” he says, holding up a pair of sturdy looking tools.

“There’s a key,” Emery says then.

Tristan and the soldier both turn to look at him.

“What?” Tristan asks rather dumbly.

“A key. For the cuff. I think it’s on the desk somewhere. That’s where he always put it.”

“A key,” Tristan mutters, walking over towards the desk. It’s littered with papers, and Tristan gathers them into a pile while he looks, supposing that Beckett will want to look through them. He doesn’t see a key on the desk, but he pulls open a drawer and finds one there. He holds it up to show Emery. “This one?”

Emery nods, and pulls the blanket away from his ankle. “He thought it droll. That I knew just where it was, but couldn’t reach it,” he says flatly.

Tristan frowns. “That’s- cruel.” He hasn’t really had time to think through all the implications of why Lord Reynald would have a boy—an attractive boy—chained to his bed beyond the most obvious one. But this little revelation gives him pause. Emery doesn’t seem to be…hurt, in any way. He’s slight, but not malnourished, and he’s clean. He doesn’t look as if he’s been abused, aside from. Well. Being chained naked to a bed.

Tristan shakes his head. He can’t be worried with that, now. He goes to the bed, giving Emery what he hopes is a reassuring smile, and slides the key into the lock on the cuff. It fits easily, and Tristan pulls the cuff off, frowning again at the reddened skin beneath. He brushes a finger against Emery’s ankle absently, then catches himself and jerks his hand away.

“You have clothes?” he asks hurriedly. “Or, I can fetch some.”

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95 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[throwawaywhumper]

For whumblr ask game: 1, 6, 20

Would you be the Caretaker, Whumper or Whumpee in a story?

I think that I'd probably either be the whumper or caretaker, or very likely a combination of both which, ironically, is not a combination I'm usually fond of 😅

6. What's your favourite way to consume whump? (books, media, etc.)

I really love whump art! I really should reblog more of it, there are a lot of talented artists in this community and I love seeing what they come up with. I used to like it a lot in tv shows, but so often they cut to black or hold back when they could really let loose that it leaves me disappointed. Not every time though, and the times where they just go for it are always so satisfying!

20. A caretaker tells you they want to make your favourite comfort meal for you. What do you pick?

Okay this one is Very hard to answer, I have so many comfort foods but! If I've been having an especially hard day, I wouldn't say no to eggs benedict with a fried green tomato and loaded grits on the side, that's always a winner in my book

#answering the void #thank you for asking! #pardonmekreature

[rabbitdrabbles]

wOaH I just gained like 14 followers and got so many notes within a few days of making this page?? and I haven’t even made my intro post yet holy shit y’all are amazing 😭😭

#whump community #my intro post is in my drafts I promise it’s coming #y’all are so nice wtf #this may already be the most supportive community I’ve been in and I haven’t even started??? #I’m so blown away omg #genuinely I thought it was a glitch when I went to settings and saw that I had so many folllowers aHa #it’s also partly tumblr’s fault that they somehow didn’t show any notifs on comments and reblogs lol #whump blog #whumblr #whump

[luckgods]

knife? knife.

#eposting #edrawing #whumblr #art #knives #hands #i am once again posting drawings of knives #this one was ref'd off a kershaw folder i own #the kuro tanto in black #the serrated bit is ideal for cutting ropes altho i almost never need to now #i should really invest in a sailing knife t b h #anyways. enough abt my knives #this was basically just an excuse to do a hand study + practice lining with my microns #i PROMISE the next art i do Isn't going to be a hand + knife combo #ive already got it sketched and lined lol. just need to get some more watercolor supplies #as always Reblog Don't Like

[parasiticstars]

oooo yuh whump intro post

so i might be a little late in making an intro post (as in, i first discovered whumblr exactly 111 days ago and made my first actual attempt at whump content 109 days ago) but here it is!!

i’m parker, they/it, local gaysian, and i write whump prompts and occasional drabbles. i also hope to make some series in the future. i like bbu, neglect, gore/mutilation, female whumpers, and emotional whump the most

fun trivia about me that nobody asked for!!!!!!!:

i’ve always liked really angsty stories and darkfics but again, only fairly recently have i ever discovered whump so woooOoo yay me

there isn’t much i don’t like or is off-limits. all i can think of off the top of my head is lady whump, bad/gray caretakers, and eye gore

i thrive off of attention!! my askbox is always open if you wanna talk to me or send in drabble requests!! i will personally air-kiss you from a CDC-mandated COVID-safe distance!!!!!!!!!

english is Very Much Not My First Language so i’m always looking for criticism for my writing

all of my whump content, made or reblogged, is under the tag please don’t fear for my mental health

this is also a star wars fan acc, so my blog may be somewhat cluttered. i’m so sorry lmao

here are some blogs that have really inspired me and that i look up to (and probably also annoy) <3333

@whumpster-dumpster @whumpzone @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whoopsitswhump @newbornwhumperfly @whump-blog @wolfeyedwitch @sideblogformindtrash @cupcakes-and-pain @rat-father @deluxewhump @winedark-whump @kim-poce @whumpwillow @wisteria-whump (if you want your tag removed for any reason, please lmk and i’ll remove it)

uhh yea that’s it woooooo ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

#parasiticstars #whump intro #whumpblr #whump #whump community #please don’t fear for my mental health #how do i tag this????? #whump blog

[icy-sapphire-whump]

Whump Blog Intro

Hello there everyone, long time whump lurker first time poster. My name is Alex, though my friends also call me Sapph, and I’ve been an avid supporter of the whump community for the last two years when I first stumbled across the mere term of whump. My main blog is @sapphirechao which likes and reblogs a bunch of whump material. But I wanted to have a separate blog for my own writing and to slowly peek out of my shell and interact with all the wonderful people within the Tumblr Whump community.  I have my own batch of original characters that I write with, some of whom I hope to unveil during the Febuwhump event.  I’m a sucker for whump tropes like: intimate whumpers, kidnapping/rescue plots, emotional and mental manipulation, defiant whumpees, restraints, and the classic bad-guy-turned-good arcs. Some of my fave whump writers/blogs are: @ashintheairlikesnow, @whump-tr0pes, @moose-teeth, @morallygreyprompts, @galaxywhump, @faewhump, @spookyboywhump, @redwingedwhump, @whumblr, @choiceofwhump  I have some good buddies as well already in the community who are super nice: @draganies, @sola-whumping, @these-starlessnights, @hopepetal, @iboopsstuff, @grizzlie70, @olivertwiststheknife So feel free to interact, I’m a little shy and new to the community aspects of tumblr but I’m eager to try and reach out more. Thank you, and I wish you all a lovely day~

#whump blog intro #whump blog introduction #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whump

[rat-father]

It's also hard being on whumblr sometimes because they give platform to people they shouldn't tbh like there's a blog that proudly admits to being a terf-aligned exclusionist that thinks people who write nsfwhump or noncon or pet whump are gross real life abusers whose post has 200 notes interacts now...and another who is anti mask anti vax anti abortion who reblogs from terf blogs and puts pointing emojis agreeing with shit about "trans-trenders" and whatever that I keep seeing tagged and praised because people like their writing...idk it all makes me wonder if this community is actually as safe as I thought it was.

Never heard of either of those people but that's really horrible :(

Sadly, I'm not surprised they exist and that those people are in the community (which is also weird cuz the community is full of fruity people)

Thing is, every community has people like that and the bigger the community the more of them there are, problems do arise when they're given a big platform

The whump community is the nicest and safest community I've been in so far but that doesn’t mean it's 100% safe with only nice people, this is the internet after all, but I don't think you should worry too much anon

It's easy for stuff like that to build up and increasingly make you feel more uncomfortable, so best advice I have is blocking anyone who supports that stuff and trying to avoid it best you can

Somehow I always end up skipping over all these horrible creators with big platforms and I don't know how but it's saddening to hear

Enjoying someone's writing isn't a valid excuse to support them when they harrass people for being themselves

"separate the art from the artist" my ass, if you interact with the art you're boosting the artist, therefore supporting them because that's how the internet and algorithm work

I've seen so many bad people that at this point it's not surprising, just very disappointing, and I didn't expect different from the whump community because shit happens and you can't stop terfs from joining (sadly)

#🐀 #whump rambling