#whumper problems

[jump-in-the-whump]

sorry sweetie, it's for character development

#whump #whump community #whumpee #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumper problems #whump memes #writing #writing memes

[justwhumpythings]

When you only know the show from the tumblr whump gifsets so your description of the premise just sounds like a whumpapedia entry

#this post brought to you by #'oh that's that film with michael sheen. his character gets shot.' #whump #whump memes #whumper problems #justwhumpythings #or it could be stabbed #either way #that's all i know of it XD

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

When you try to write crack whump for the crack fic but accidentally end up with whump whump

#my instincts kicked in #oops #may need to just use that scene for another fic cuz it was way too serious for this #this is about #enemy of my enemy fic #my posts #side fics #whump #whumper things #whumper problems #writing

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

I WANT TO WRITE THE REACTION TO SUDDEN AND EXTREME PAIN (in this case, a leg breaking) ACCURATELY— BUT FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK THE INTERNET REFUSES TO TELL ME IF IT AFFECTS YOUR VISION EVEN FOR A SECOND WHEN YOU BREAK A BONE

#if anyone knows please tell me #maybe I’m dumb #and taking ‘blinded by pain’ too literally #BUT I NEED TO KNOW IF THAT’S ACTUALLY THE CASE #sigh #whump #whumper problems #medical accuracy #my posts

[whumpty-dumpty]

Have you ever felt hungry for whump? Like, when you really want to see whump and get whumperflies, but absolutely nothing is working???? Suddenly no whump out there is enjoyable enough for you to get whumperflies, and so you become frustrated because you REALLY want whumperflies????? Help meeee ;-;

Oh yes, that happens sometimes and also the older I get the longer it takes to find something that sparks my interest. I guess If you're old enough you just have seen so much of the same type of scenes that the average "gunshot-to-the-shoulder" gets boring really fast.🙈🤷

Although I have to admit I have seen A LOT of whump scenes. So I guess I have very high standards and whumperflies don't come easy anymore. It's just like dating tbh.😂

The only thing you can do is revert to old and trusted scenes. Or search for hours and the go to bed unsatisfied.🤷😄

#ask answered #whumper problems

[spiderjay]

I'm really sad and still in shock about Jesse leaving... 😭 I don't know what to think about the episode...

But at the same time I really hope that someone is going to gif that incredible fight scene from 10x03... 😅

#jay halstead #confessions of a whumper #whump community #whumper problems

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

#this was what I dreamed about last night and I’m sad I woke up #if I do write that demon story (though I’m thinking more about it—I don’t really want to tie it in with religion #but like how else would I be able to have a demon set up? so maybe I’ll change the ideas a little bit. or I could just never give backstory #on anything and it won’t be a problem lmao) I’m definitely going to include this #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump idea #whump cw #whump inspo #whump inspiration #whump concept #demon whumper #villain whumper #pet whump #pet whumpee #whump dream #writing prompts #writing prompt

[letitbehurt]

Intimate Whumpers who discover Whumpee’s deepest fear and dig their fingers into the wound.

#Whumpees accidentally revealing their phobia and Whumper latching onto the information #or Whumper prying the information out of Whumpee and watching the regret spread across their face #either way Whumper has something personal to Whumpee and they have no problem using it against them #whump

[befuddled-calico-whump]

I need to see mr interrogator tied up!

You don’t understand

I NEED THEM

They’re so fine

the people have spoken

(forgot to tag the test track crowd I am sorry)

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings @whumpflash , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony

#i just had to draw them in carho pants and chunky combat boots being a little shit #they respond to any pronouns and identify as a problem #anon #whumper turned whumpee #t$$ test track au #whump art #tied up #blood

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Crazy in love, daisy in bloom Black hearts for pupils, I'm pacing the room And I cover myself in tattoos of us Dream of the day we еmbrace and combust

Just a collection of memorabilia from his favorite girl (:

#my art #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumper #whump ideas #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #yandere #male yandere #slasher #tw blood #stalking #anyways maneskin dropped that song a few hours ago and i was immediately struck with inspo for this creep #can YOU figure out what each memento is meant to be?? tune in next week! #i dont know what the hell is tumblr's problem but it keeps breaking the editing for the last word of the song lyric so #thats incredibly annoying

[friendlylocalwhumper]

She’s stupid, Quinn thinks coldly. That girl over there, in the cage next to theirs. She cowers in the corner farthest from the door and hides her face, all the time. They didn’t even know what she looked like until now.

The guard with a scar across one eye has her chin in the palm of his hand. His broad fingers have her jaw in a firm hold, his eyes locked on hers.

Piercings litter her face. One bisecting her lip, two studs under that, a few loops in her eyebrows, a fine chain across her nose. Choppy short hair frames her bruised face as she waits for something, holding still where she sits awkwardly in a collapsed-to-the-side kneel.

“You can behave, can’t you?” The guard asks, squeezing her jaw, and her lashes flutter, eyes skittering nervously to each side and then falling toward the floor. One of her hands flexes at her side. Belatedly, Quinn realizes that it’s odd how she’s holding herself. Sitting up as straight as she can despite the legs that don’t want to cooperate with her, arms hanging instead of trying to push him away or protect herself.

The grasp on her face loosens and slides up into her hair. The woman only squeaks as his grip tightens enough to guide her out of the cage, crawling on her hands and knees.

Only once everything’s fallen silent and still again does Quinn let out a breath and slink against the bars of their cage.

An hour or two later, she’s returned. She tries to crawl back into her cage but stumbles and falls face-first with a dizzy, embarrassed whine. Blonde locks tremble with her shivers, dripping water to pool beneath her.

The guard’s long gone before Quinn even considers speaking. They just stare at her quivering and curling up in a loose ball before finally muttering, “What’s wrong with you?”

Uneasy blue eyes flick toward them, but don’t focus fully on trying to read their intentions. She just curls up smaller and continues to tremble with the cold.

Quinn shifts, unhappy with the lack of a response to read into. “Who are you?”

This time she doesn’t even look. Frustration chokes them, far too large and intense for such a small inconvenience as a stranger not responding. Quinn thinks back to each time a guard’s visited her cage and how she responded to them. They can try a different approach.

The exhausted spy inches closer to the shared line of bars between their two cages. Her breathing pauses just for a second. It may as well be a door thrown open, inviting Quinn Mae in to read her.

They lift a gnarled hand, wrists bound together with rope, to poke a crooked finger through the bars. Her eyes are on them once more, watching the movement.

“Hey,” They try, softer. With a twist of their arm they manage to get their whole hand through the gap, into her space. “Come here.”

Her body is shifting toward the invitation even before she comes to a decision about whether she wants to. The woman crawls over, looking up at them with perplexed curiosity.

“Closer,” They bid, and when she’s within their reach, they strain their hand into a shape that will allow the knuckles of their forefinger and middle finger to graze across her forehead. She shoves closer, then, and they’re able to brush wet hair back.

She all but collapses to the floor, face against the bars, and this new angle lets them brush through her hair with as many fingers as they like. Quinn gets to work untangling knots and pulling frigid clumps of soaked locks from the back of her neck.

Like she’s frozen and their hand is made of fire, she presses into it, unflinchingly pressing bruised cheeks and a busted brow against the bars.

Quinn frowns at how easy this was. “You’re alright,” They croak softly, and she drags her body to be as close to them as possible. Every time that they’ve seen her try to move her legs, they cock out oddly, uncooperative and stiff. For the first time Quinn can see pain written clearly across her face.

“...You’re being good,” They try, and she squeaks, hurting herself by pressing bruises so hard against the bars to try to get closer to them. Quinn watches in discomfort, grimly satisfied that they read her correctly, nails scraping gently along her scalp.

“Hey. Settle down. Don’t hurt yourself.”

She shudders and pulls back enough to look like she isn’t doing it anymore, but they can tell she’s keeping her legs at a bad angle just to stay close. They don’t bother trying to tell her to stop that, she seems like she might fall apart if she’s told she’s doing something wrong.

#whump #captivity #cage #dehumanization #intimate whumper #quinn #creepy #touch #no idea who this girl is or what she's been through #and wish i had more energy to finish this piece of neatly #but isn't this lady kind of cute! #quinn is also cute #trying to problem solve in impossible situations #mine

[jump-in-the-whump]

I bring a sort of "tortured and far from comfort whumpee" vibe to my whump prompts that my caretaker side doesn't really like.

#whump #whump community #whumpee #whump prompt #whump scenario #weak #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #whumper problems #whump memes #relatable

[justwhumpythings]

Me, looking at the selection of bananas: “why are these all as bruised as a whumpee?” 😆

#in my head obvs #whump #justwhumpythings #whumper problems #? #the problem is these bananas #while fuck-off big #are also all bruised to shit

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

#don’t get me wrong #I fucking love whump #that’s why I write it so often #but I definitely should branch out #and hopefully that’s what this can be #my posts #fanfiction writing #whumper problems #whump humor

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

That awkward moment when you’re watching a movie with someone and you get to a scene and go

Oh shit— I saw this in a whump gifset

#an interesting experience #whump #whumper things #whumper problems #whump community #whumpblr #my posts

[whumpcloud]

Things End | People Change - Some Other Man

taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, muzzled whumpee, dehumanisation, mentions of past lady whump, begging (to be hurt), starvation, burns, offer to self-harm (doesn't happen), dependency, restraints

"Please--"

It never works, no matter how much he begs. Cai seems to like when Vincent begs, but he just doesn't particularly care. He always leaves in silence.

Vincent can offer something else.

"You can hurt me," he whispers.

"I can do that anyway," Cai says, shoving the bag at him. "Drink."

"Y-You can restrain me if it'll make you feel better!" Vincent pleads. "I don't care what you do to me, please. I just want to see her, just for a minute."

"Drink before I change my mind and take it from you."

The clawing desperation in his empty veins protests, and Vincent complies. Cai so clearly hates him, but is still generous enough to feed him. He can't give that up, he can't go back to starving. He would, if that's what they decided, but he'd offer anything else before that.

"Thank you," Vincent whispers.

Cai stares at him, then smirks and crouches down.

"I'll ask Clary if she'll come down," Cai says. "I'll cuff you to the bed. If she says no, you stay like that until the next time I feed you."

Vincent's eyes widen. "I-I'll do it. I'll do anything."

Cai smiles. "Muzzle on then, bloodsucker."

Vincent doesn't mind it. He can do everything to convince them that he won't bite, that he'd never even dare open his mouth if that's what they wanted, but he knows they won't believe them. It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. That Cai's even asking Clary at all is more than he deserves. His skin sizzles as Cai clamps the cuffs tightly around his wrist and he doesn't make a sound.

Cai leaves him there. Clary's taken to sitting at the top of the stairs, and Vincent would know, would hear her heartbeat, if he was more himself than a battered body in her basement. She signs that she's okay before Cai even asks.

"He asked to see you again," Cai signs back. "I cuffed him to the bed and said I'd ask you."

Clary frowns. "Silver?"

"Obviously."

"I told you not to be a dick."

"I'm not giving him a chance in hell to hurt you."

They glare at each other, but Clary is the first to let go.

"Fine," she mumbles. "If he wants to see me so bad."

Cai stays close to her. He tries not to be overprotective, he knows he needs to give Clary space, but even imagining Vincent touching her makes him clench his fist. Clary doesn't fail to notice. She squeezes his hand.

Vincent's eyes, glassy as they are, brighten as soon as he sees her. He makes a sound through the muzzle.

This can't really be him, can it? It's some other man in his shambling corpse. He looks young. He must have looked that young before. She's not that much older than he was when he was turned, but it feels so different.

She steps towards him. Two metres apart. He stays on his knees, unnervingly still, staring up at her. He makes another sound.

"Do you want to say something?" she asks. God, he used to do this too, didn't he? Gag her so that her sharp mouth wouldn't cut his feelings, kneel down and grip her jaw so lightly it only bruised instead of breaking, and ask her what she wanted to say, and if it was anything but sorry he would-

She blinks and squeezes Cai's hand again. She isn't like him. Innocent. She was guilty of nothing more than asking a man if he was alright.

Vincent slowly nods. He's not even staring at her face. Her hands, he's staring at her fucking hands! She moves her right hand, pretending to scratch the side of her nose, and his eyes follow. She can only imagine why.

"Cai, take off the muzzle," she says.

Cai stares at her. "You can't seriously--"

She gently grabs his wrist to interrupt him. "He wants to say something. So I'll let him."

Vincent whimpers in relief as Cai pulls the muzzle from his face. Jesus fucking Christ. Clary has never seen burns like that. Have they ever healed? She has a sinking feeling she knows the answer.

"Go on," she says. "What is it?"

Vincent looks at her, finally looks at her, tears pooling in his eyes. "Cl… Clary…!"

His voice catches and he whimpers. Tears stream down his face, and she's seen him cry before, God knows she's seen him cry before, but this he can't stop. He looks as though he'd throw himself at her feet if he could.

He leans forward, nails scraping the floor. "I'm sorry! P-Please, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!"

She stares at him. Sorry. Of the hundreds of times he's apologised to her, mockingly, genuinely, so softly she almost didn't hear it, sobbed into her hair late at night while she pretended to sleep, this is the worst one.

"Sorry." Clary swallows. "You think a sorry is enough?"

"N-No!" Vincent says quickly, and bows his head. "It isn't, o-of course it isn't! I just… I had to apologise, I had to tell you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Clary doesn't say anything.

"Whatever you want," Vincent says, trying and failing to keep the whine out of his tone. "I'll do whatever you want, I-I'll even hurt myself if you can't come near me--"

"Stop talking."

He'd never speak again if she asked it of him.

Clary takes a deep breath. He remembers breathing. Wonders what it's like to find relief in such natural reflexes. There's no relief for him. No racing heartbeat, no shuddering gasps, just the paralysing grip of fear.

"What are you expecting from me?" she asks. "To hurt you?"

"Yes," Vincent whispers. "Anything you want. I'll take it. They liked when I cried. B-But I can scream, if you want! Or beg? I-I'm yours, whatever you want to do to me, I'm yours."

"Jesus Christ!" Clary hides her face in her hands and screams in frustration. "No. No! Neither of us belong to the other, we never did! Have you ever had a normal fucking relationship with someone?!"

He doesn't… understand. He needs to need someone. First his brother, then Ambrose Lyfelde, then Clary twice over. And in between he only ever felt lost. Isn't that normal? To need someone?

Clary says a string of swears, the kind of language he always hated her using, and clenches her fist. Vincent lifts his head to make it easier to punch him. She only screams again.

"Cai, get him a fucking basket muzzle," she says. "No silver. So he can speak without having to take the thing off."

No silver. "Th-Thank you!"

Clary doesn't even acknowledge him. "I'm going out. Uncuff him. I don't care if you muzzle him again."

#polly's prose #clary nikitin #cai nikitin #vincent maddox #whump #whump writing #vampire whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #vincent has dependency problems girl help him #things end | people change