Where It Could Be Argued By Some That The Whumpee Deserved It.

Where it could be argued by some that the whumpee deserved it.

Dzagoku, who's one of my whumpees, was whumped because he convinced (and in a way forced) his wife to go through a natural birth for their child, which resulted in her suffering from extreme pain. Whilst he suffered severely when being whumped, the fact that he made her go through the natural birth (with support because he loves her) could be an argument for him deserving it.

What’s your favorite underrated whump trope? One you love but you feel like you never see?

Mine is unwanted haircuts

(remaining panels under the cut for heavy gore)

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

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(not doing the tag list just in case but @brutal-nemesis here :D )

Not sure really

What Kyriel will next do

I only know that

Deep down

He is really

Really

Mad

So I'm certainly putting a target on my back for this but:

An artist/writer in the whump community has recently been harassed off the platform after his blogs have been repeatedly (and falsely) mass reported and banned. Over and over, he tried to follow the terms of service as best he could and made certain to properly tag and label all his content. And over and over, he would get bombarded with hateful anons and false reports.

So, full disclosure: I support him, and I support his right to make whatever content he wants and post whatever abides by the ToS. I support his right to post links to other websites where he can post stuff tumblr doesn't allow.

I don't care that you (the general you) think some of the themes and scenarios he writes are disgusting. I don't care if they would be illegal in real life. Frankly, there's plenty of illegal and immoral activities in pretty much every fictional story ever. That's how fiction works.

Some people write about "questionable" subjects to process their own personal experience with them. Some people find it arousing. Some people just enjoy reading about it without having any kind of complicated feelings. All of those things are fine, actually, and it's pretty fuckin weird to attack people about it.

It's fiction. It's make-believe. It's your job as a viewer/reader to decide what you personally can and cannot handle, not the job of creators to limit what they make. Should it always be tagged appropriately? Absolutely, that's part of allowing your audience to make an informed choice. Do I always use the "mature" label on here for my content? No, I don't. That's not the standard in the whump community, and it makes your blog a target for tumblr to ban outright without cause. But I do hide everything questionable below a read-more link and add appropriate tags for filtering. That's a balance you have to find in a censorship-heavy environment like the modern internet, and we don't always make the right choices.

I think that my friend (who I won't tag or mention by name) did the best he could to find that balance. If that makes me a target, so be it. I'll keep posting my "disgusting" content, and you can block me if it suits you.

Drugged

Whumpee: Dzagokü

Whumper: Ingvarin

CW: Abuse, broken bones, needles, spiders, body horror, hallucinations, mentions of childbirth, dead dove. Reader discretion is advised.

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“Please, I’m sorry!” Dzagokü cried, struggling against Ingvarin who had grabbed both of his arms and was dragging him towards the basement door. “I’ll wear the clothes you picked for me, I’m sorry!” Ingvarin didn’t listen, instead slightly baring his teeth as he pushed the boy against a wall by the basement door, banging his head against it. Dzagokü cried out at the sudden pain, his vision slightly blurring as Ingvarin tightly grasped his neck. Ingvarin reached in his own pocket for a key, before putting it inside the door. Dzagokü grabbed on his arm, trying to pull against it whilst he weakly screamed, his teary eyes wide with fear.

“Shut up!” Ingvarin roared through gritted teeth, pulling on his neck and shoving him down the small flight of stairs. Dzagokü weakly moaned as his body slammed against the dirty concrete floor. The boy felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and there was a faint ringing in his ears. He began screaming in panic again as Ingvarin grabbed his neck, dragging him to a restraint on a wall in the room. There was a dirty mattress under the device.

“Please, please no no!” Dzagokü began to sob hysterically as Ingvarin attached the collar tightly around his neck. The boy desperately clawed at the restraint, as Ingvarin walked away before opening a box at the other end of the room. Dzagokü curled into a ball, sobbing into his knees and tugging at his restraint. Ingvarin pulled out a needle barrel from inside the box. The barrel had green, thick liquid inside, and there was a pack of needles next to it. Ingvarin grinned. He grabbed a thin piece of rope that was also in the box and walked over to the boy.

“I need you to stay still, okay?” Ingvarin said in a deep, crisp voice. Dzagokü quickly shook his head, still clawing at the restraint. Ingvarin growled, before kicking the boy's wrist as hard as he could, snapping it with a sickening crunch. The boy screamed harrowingly at the sudden agony, shakily caressing his wrist though trying to remain still. His wrist was swollen and purple, with a small protrusion of skin where the bone had shifted. Dzagokü whimpered in fear and agony, tears streaming down the boy’s face. Meanwhile, Ingvarin was attaching the needle to the barrel.

“Shh, it’s okay…” Ingvarin whispered, bending down and stroking the boy’s fluffy, brown hair. Dzagokü lay down on the mattress under him, putting his knees up to his chest as Ingvarin tightened the rope around his arm. The boy was too preoccupied with his broken wrist to notice, though his eyes widened in fear as he felt the needle being injected into his vein.

“W-What are you doing to me?” Dzagokü yelled, looking over at Ingvarin. He didn’t respond, instead wiping the small wound with a thin paper towel and loosening the rope. Dzagokü continued crying, holding his broken wrist in his good hand as Ingvarin gently stroked his arm.

“Let me look at this,” Ingvarin slowly whispered, softly grabbing the arm of his broken wrist. The boy whimpered and sniffled as Ingvarin cradled the wrist in his hands, gently running his thumb on the protruded bone. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” Ingvarin’s voice echoed around Dzagokü’s brain. The boy’s vision blurred though oddly became vibrant in colour, and he could faintly hear the sound of rain. His muscles also felt tense.

“H-hurts…” Dzagokü whimpered, his hands twitching. Ingvarin smirked as he continued to gently massage the swollen wrist. Dzagokü felt a strange bubbling under his skin, as if there were bugs under there trying to get out.

“What’s wrong?” Ingvarin asked, with a mock innocence as the boy stared at his arms in horror. His arms were covered in large, white blisters, and they were deforming in shape and seemed to be bubbling. One of the blisters, located near the broken wrist, had burst open. To the boy’s absolute horror, a wolf spider with thin, wriggling legs had begun to crawl out and onto his skin.

Dzagokü screamed at the top of his lungs, watching as another blister burst open, revealing another spider. And another. And another. And another. And another.

“Help! Help! Help me!” Dzagokü writhed quickly, the restraint tugging on his neck as he screamed in absolute terror. The room had begun to deform and shift in size, and he heard strange banging noises that felt like they were pulverising his skull. Ingvarin was nowhere to be seen. Dzagokü looked back at his arms. Some of the spiders were deformed and blurry, and seemed to float near him. Suddenly, a strange cacophony of violins blasted in his ears. Dzagokü covered his ears, but the noises were still deafening for him.

“Help… me…” the boy weakly whimpered. In a feeble attempt to comfort himself, he tried to think of his wife back home. Her beautiful face, and her comforting voice and touch. But then he remembered the birth of their son. How she screamed so painfully and writhed on the bed. He could do nothing to comfort her, and Ingvarin wasn’t doing anything to comfort him.

The spiders were no longer there. In fact, he didn’t seem to be in reality anymore. Strange, vibrant colours penetrated his vision, and his body felt like it was stretching and being torn apart. The only thing he could hear was the pained screams of his wife as she gave birth to their son.

I just created a Countryhumans fic inspired by one of the prompts here.

Confined - ksx_22 - Geography (Anthropomorphic) [Archive of Our Own]

Phobias Whump Prompt List 1

Inspired by @chosenchaos (Chaos from The Whump Corner Discord)

Claustrophobia: Fear of confined spaces

Caretaker knows an escape route Whumper would never be able to figure out. They're shocked at Whumpee's sudden willingness to stay with Whumper upon finding out that escape is through a tight cave/plumbing system.

Trapped in an elevator (with caretaker, whumper, another whumpee) after it broke down

Caretaker comforting Whumpee, telling them to focus on their breathing, while they're both pressed against each other in quite the confined place

Whumper locked Whumpee into a cramped space, now looking at the small medical room Caretaker has brought them to, they're getting all the wrong reminders

Whumpee needs to save their friend, however Whumper knew enough about them to make the rescue as agonizing as possible for the both of them.

Cynophobia: Fear of Dogs

Whumper hunting Whumpee down with a pack of viscously trained dogs.

Caretaker bringing Whumpee to their home. Maybe they finally convinced Whumpee to let them care for them in their own home, maybe their friendship grew closer enough, either way... Caretaker never told Whumpee they had a pet dog

Dogfolk whumper? Dogfolk caretaker? A really scared whumpee?

Whumpee is terrified of traveling through cities alone, awaiting a non-existent stray dog at every corner. Whumper has offered to take them home on a late night, and they seem so nice...

Whumper tormenting Whumpee with dogs, letting loose energetic jumpy ones in their home all the time, forcing them to hold puppies, and not caring at all to train their mass of dogs.

Acrophobia: Fear of Heights

Whumper's place happens to be very high up. In order to escape Whumpee needs to face their fear of heights. In the middle of an escape attempt, they find themselves shut down, sunken low to the floor, awaiting Whumper to come pick them up and return them.

Critically injured Whumpee needs to be airlifted somewhere. They're actively swearing they'll never forgive Caretaker.

Everything swaying, as Whumpee quickly turns dizzy, unable to take their eyes off the ground so far below them. They begin to topple sideways, and Caretaker nearly jumps to catch them.

Whumper holding a weapon to whumpee's throat as they dangle over an edge, promising whumpee if they pull themselves up they're whumper's

✨️Fall Damage✨️

Trypanophobia: Fear of Needles

Whumper taunting Whumpee with the end of a syringe, never letting them know when they're planning to plunge the pointed into their skin.

Caretaker having no choice but to force an IV into Whumpee's arms. They know Whumpee will likely never forgive them.

Everything hurts, and Whumpee is no longer able to bear the pain. The only thing that Caretaker has to alleviate the pain is drugs that have to be administered through needles.

Caretaker rescuing Whumpee, noticing welts and heavy bruising surrounded puffy dots where needles were inserted. All they can do is imagine what hell unconscious Whumpee went through as they carry them to safety.

Whumpee's eyes fluttering open, only to suddenly widen as soon as they notice the IV in their arm.