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whumpcereal · 2 years

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the road to hell, part one

@darkthingshappen and I have joined incredibly dark and twisty forces to bring you this @the-whumpers-soiree entry, featuring our delightful whumpers Alexsei Volkov (from Tay's Brother's Keeper) and Ivan Peters (from my Behavior Modification), and our brand new co-created whumpee, sweet Jesse (with a quick but special guest appearance by @quietly-by-myself's Faolan). This is part one of two--and part two gets extra spicy, so buckle up. We might be persuaded to write more if people like it.

content warnings for part one: adult language, creepy/intimate whumpers, forced drugging, manhandling, kidnapping, and the suggestion of and prelude to (but not yet explicit) noncon

part one:

Jesse smiled as he watched Landon play to the crowd. Landon bounced back on stage for his encore and the place, as always, went nuts. It was a big gig tonight, one of those large outdoor amphitheaters with enough space to really pack them in–and Landon always packed them in.

Jesse shook his head fondly. This was what Landon always wanted. To be a star. And he was made for it. Everyone loved him–and Jesse loved being along for the ride. It was fun. He had no desire to be on stage, but getting to travel had always been his dream, so being in Landon’s orbit worked well for him.

Jesse had always been Landon’s number two. Even when they were kids, and Landon was holding court on the playground, Jesse was right there with him. Everyone knew that wherever Landon was, Jesse would be too. He never minded coming second. Landon might have lapped up the attention and applause; Jesse liked watching. He liked to see things, and maybe to know he’d help make them happen. Landon was more of a doer. They balanced out well.

“Thank you, Austin!” Landon flashed the crowd a grin and shouldered his guitar. “You’ve been great! We love you, and we can’t wait to see you again soon!”

The crowd roared in response, and Landon bowed, shaking sweat from his blond curls as he came back up. The air was electric. This is what he was meant to do.

And Jesse? He was happy to be there when Landon ran back into the wings.

“That was fucking awesome, dude!” Jesse grabbed Landon’s guitar and clapped his friend on back. “As always.”

Landon shrugged, spreading his arms so that a few of the PA’s could take care of his mic and monitors. He smiled again. “Well, you know. I try.”

“You don’t have to,” Jesse said.

He shepherded Landon toward the green room, flipping through his clipboard.

“Oh, hey, this came by post for you while you were performing. It looks fancy. Some kind of invite, I think.” Jesse handed a thick, square envelope to Landon and went back to the agenda. “The tour’s over the day after tomorrow. Just the Dallas concert left to play, then it’s back home to sunny Tacoma.”

They both giggled at the thought of ‘sunny’ Tacoma, Washington, the sky only came in shades of gray.

Landon nodded, tearing into the envelope with curiosity on his face. “Huh. Yup, it’s another party invite. But this one looks super fancy.” He read through it, scrutinizing the date and time. “Damn. I’ve already got plans that night.” He looks at Jesse. “Hey… the tour’s over the day after tomorrow.”

“And…? You said that already.” Jesse thought maybe the busy tour schedule was starting to get to Landon. “Do you need to lie down? You feeling okay?” He moved his hand to Landon’s still sweaty forehead.

Landon laughed and swatted him away. “No, goofball. You should go to this party. You’d love it. It’s in a city you’ve never been to. And I know how much you love to explore new places.”

“I don’t know.” Jesse frowned. “We’ve been so busy lately with this tour, and then the potential tour in Europe? I mean, everyone wants a piece of you. They’re not angling to have your assistant show up at their event.”

“Nope! I’m insisting. Consider this your reward for a job well done. And for being my best friend for all these years.” Landon elbowed him. “Come on. I’ll even take you shopping. I know I don’t pay you near enough.”

“You know it’s never been about the money.”

And it hadn’t. Jesse had been just as happy when he was moving all of Landon’s equipment from shitty club to shitty club all by himself. He knew that Landon needed him, that Landon trusted him, that he was part of what kept Landon grounded.

“Still, let me treat you,” Landon insisted. “I’ll pay for everything. Even a nice hotel room.”

Jesse cocked his head to the side and snatched the invitation from Landon, looking at the embossed calligraphy.

“I have always wanted to go to that city,” Jesse wheedled.

“Okay then! It’s done.”

“Okay.”

Jesse smiled. This should be fun. What was wrong with a little adventure, right?

*!*!*!*!*

A month later, Jesse found himself in a painfully hip hotel lobby, nervously shifting in his new leather shoes. Landon had really gone all out; not only had he made sure Jesse was decked out in style– charcoal Prada suit, fresh shave and haircut by Landon’s personal stylist, and brand new Ferragamo wingtips–he’d even gotten Jesse from point A to point B in first class.

“I don’t have a private jet–yet,” Landon had teased.

Jesse felt a little out of place, but part of him was thrumming with excitement. This felt exclusive. The door man even had an earpiece, like he was in the fucking CIA or something.

Yeah, Landon was going places–and so, it seemed, was Jesse.

The black-suited attendant took Jesse’s invitation and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, Mr. Shaw. I’ve heard so much about you. I know our hosts will be pleased you’ve made it.”

Jesse laughed nervously. “I’m afraid I’m Mr. Shaw’s assistant. Jesse Barrow. A little reward for a job well done. Hope that’s okay.”

“I’m sure we’ll be able to make do with you, Mr. Barrow,” said the attendant with a smile.

Something about the man’s expression unsettled Jesse’s stomach, but maybe it was just the event’s caché - this was way nicer than he was used to.

The attendant turned for a moment to the valet stand and produced a glowing blue bracelet.

“Now, this will get you everything you need. Food, drinks, you know. This is a very exclusive event, so we need to be able to verify on sight that all attendees have indeed been–invited.”

“Sure.” Jesse watched as the bracelet was fastened, tight, around his wrist. There was another twitch in his stomach. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Wonderful. Now, if you’ll just proceed to the elevator, the operator will take you to the penthouse.” The attendant smiled again, and he extended his arm to point the way. “I do hope you’ll enjoy yourself, Mr. Barrow. I have a feeling tonight will be one that you’ll never forget.”

“Uh, yeah.” Jesse went to the elevator, where another suited attendant was waiting. Jesse showed him the bracelet. “Um, penthouse, please?”

The man nodded and pressed a button, and the steel doors slipped shut. When they opened again, Jesse’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

He’d been to plenty of parties with Landon, but never one like this. Since Landon had started gaining traction, it was expected that he bring camera-ready plus-ones with him to events, so Jesse had missed out on most of the catered affairs. Not that he minded, but damn–this was nice.

“Penthouse, sir,” said the attendant.

Jesse resisted the urge to whistle. “I guess so.”

The lights were low, blue and amber, and trays of hors d’oeuvres floated around the bar and leather chairs. The room vibrated with the soft titter of conversation, and from what Jesse could tell, everyone was well-dressed and very good-looking.

Shit, Landon had really made it, hadn’t he? Jesse was grateful for the suit that Landon had bought him. He wasn’t sure he’d blend in, but at least he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb either.

“Thanks,” Jesse said breathlessly.

He stepped out and headed straight for the bar. There was no way he could do this without a little liquid courage.

“Hi.” He nodded at the bartender. What did people drink at parties like these? ”Uh, vodka–vodka tonic, please?”

That was fancy, right? He dug into his pocket for his ID–he’d only been 21 for a few months, after all–but the bartender seemed nonplussed.

“Lime, sir?”

“Sure.”

“Right away, sir.”

Okay, Jesse could definitely get used to this.

*!*!*!*!*

Alexsei Volkov and Ivan Peters sat in a darkened corner, chatting with Finlay Iver. They watched the new arrivals as they stepped off the elevator or got drinks at the bar. Plenty of lovely toys from which to choose. And the men had the perfect seats–no one would have really noticed them unless you already knew they were there.

Ding! The elevator door opened and let out a slight man, who inspired a wolfish grin from Finlay on sight.

“If you two talented gentlemen will excuse me, my prey has just arrived. I can't leave my little Faolan waiting. Happy hunting.” He raised his glass and toasted their good fortune, then walked towards the bar.

“He seemed nice. A bit too focused for my tastes, though. I like to hunt, not shoot for fish in a barrel,” Alexsei commented as he scanned the room for potential toys to break.

Ivan took a thoughtful sip of his Manhattan. “Well, I do think a–singular focus can provide unique opportunities to really get to know your–what did he call it?--prey.”

“Have you ever shared… prey, before?” Alexsei asked, testing the waters.

“I suppose that depends on what you mean. Do I collaborate? Not typically. But I did share my first boy’s broken pieces with the man who loved him before I ruined him. Return to sender, you might say.” Ivan smiled. “I hear the poor thing still misses me.”

“Mmmm. Well, I have gotten tired of some of my previous conquests and let my security team have them. That’s always fun to watch. They always think they can sink no lower, and then being discarded drops them just that much further. I’m usually ready to sell them by that point.” Volkov looked at Ivan. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you okay with the idea of selling people?”

“I suppose I might have said no a few years ago. But I work for WRU now. Are you familiar with them?”

“I've heard of the concept. You ship people in boxes, yes?”

“Yes. Like living dolls. I’m working on reshaping WRU’s training protocol, and I must say, the idea of having something I’ve made out in the world–I quite like it. So, yes, I’m comfortable with selling people.” Ivan chuckled to himself. “Though I suppose they’re barely people at that point.”

“That is a fascinating concept,” Volkov said archly. “But–back to sharing. What I mean is, have you ever… fucked a boy, or girl, at the same time as someone else?”

Ivan spread his legs just a bit wider. “I have not. But I can’t say that I haven’t thought about it.”

“Hmm. I am the same. And the reason I bring it up is because tonight seems the perfect opportunity to give it a go. Given our conversation with Finlay, I’d wager you’re about as sadistic as me, and I think we could find some new and devious ways to enjoy ourselves. What say you?”

“No time like the present, right? What do you go for?”

“I’m up for anything, but currently, my tastes are running to young dark haired men. You?”

“Ha! What a coincidence. Turns out we have that in common as well.” Ivan looked about. “Do you see anything we might like?”

“There are a lot of very fine choices.” Volkov’s eyes wandered over to the bar. He saw Finlay dragging his choice toward the back elevator that so many had already discreetly used. “The night is early, but I think we can find someone suitable for our tastes.”

He eyed a young man that had just ordered a second drink. Volklov had noticed him when he first came in and was surprised that, in the time he and Peters had been sitting here, no one had snapped the boy up.

“What about that dark haired lovely at the bar? He’s got beautiful eyes. They’d be gorgeous full of tears, don’t you agree, Ivan?”

Peters followed Volkov’s gaze, and his lips quirked into a smile. The boy was tall and lean, and sure enough, Ivan could see a pair of lovely bright green-blue eyes peeking out from beneath his dark brows. And he already looked a little bleary. Perfect.

“Oh, I certainly do. Especially when he’s looking up at you from his knees, don’t you think?”

“Presumably with his lips stretched around one of us?”

“Precisely. But if we’re sharing,” Ivan raised an eyebrow, “what would the other one be doing?”

“I would assume the other one would be buried in the other end, having a marvelous time. We can always take turns. It’s a long weekend. And I don’t have to be back to my lovely boy for a bit yet. He’s currently under the impression that he’s free. But I’ll be reacquiring him soon.”

“Well, then you’ll need something to keep you occupied in the meantime. I think this could work quite well. Quite well.”

“Indeed.” Volkov drained the last of his whiskey. “Shall we?”

“Oh, yes. Let’s.”

Ivan stood and crossed the room, sidling up to the young man Volkov had pointed out; Volkov followed, flanking the boy on the other side. They were both careful not to touch him–neither wanted to spook the poor thing, not yet–but they were close enough that they could feel his heat. The boy’s glass was almost empty.

“Hello there,” Ivan cooed.

The kid looked back at him, blue-green eyes a little unfocused. He was a child, probably barely old enough to drink–and certainly not old enough to know his limits. He would do nicely.

“Hey,” said the kid.

“Having a nice time?” Ivan asked.

“Shit, yeah. This is a great party. I’ve never been to a party with free drinks that didn’t come in Solo cups, you know?”

“What are you drinking there?”

The kid looked down at the glass like he couldn’t quite remember. “Vodka tonic, I think?”

“Two whiskeys and a vodka tonic–with a twist, if you please,” Volkov said from the boy’s other side, flashing his red arm band at the bartender.

“Wait, what’s with a twist?” the kid asked, eyes bobbling as he turned to look at the big Russian on his other side.

“Oh, you don’t mind, do you? I was just having drinks with my friend there when we decided to come over here to be closer to the bar. You’ll like the twist: it's a splash of grenadine syrup with a cherry on the bottom. Makes the vodka go down a bit easier. I used to order it like that all the time when I was around your age.”

Volkov winked at the younger man.

“I mean, I guess that does sound kind of good,” the kid mumbled.

“Oh, it is,” Ivan assured him. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

The kid took his pink-tinged drink from Volkov’s hand. “Jesse.”

“And what brings you here tonight, Jesse?”

Jesse took a sip of his drink, lips puckering as the ‘twist’ washed over his tongue. Ivan and Volkov met eyes over Jesse’s dark head and smiled.

“An accident, actually,” said Jesse. He took another sip. “Hey, this isn’t so bad.”

“Be sure and drink all the way to the bottom. Then you get to eat the cherry. It was always my favorite part,” Volkov put in.

“Like a Shirley Temple, right?”

Ivan laughed. “Just like a Shirley Temple. But better.”

“Though I do wonder, should we have ordered a Shirley Temple for you? You have a bit of a baby face. Are you sure you’re old enough to even be here?” Volkov asked innocently.

“I’m 21,” Jesse said, the slightest defensive edge to his voice. “I mean, I can show you my ID if I need to. Is there, like, an age limit for this thing? I’m not even really supposed to be here, so–”

“You’re not?” Ivan let his eyes go wide in faux shock, and he slid just a bit closer, pressing Jesse between his hip and Volkov’s. “Why’s that? I thought this was an invite-only soirée.”

“My friend was the actual invitee, but he couldn’t come. So, he sent me instead. He’s a famous pop musician. He gets invited to these things all the time. He said it could be my reward for doing such a good job managing his tour. I mean, ‘M not ‘is manger… jus… jus ‘is assistan’” Jesse’s words started to slur and he took an unsteady look at his glass. “Fack, tha’s strong.”

“It’s only a little twist. And you haven’t even tasted the cherry, yet. Isn’t that right, Alexsei?”

“Absolutely. Like I said, my favorite part. I love cherries,” Volkov said with a smile. “You’re almost there, kid.”

The kid stared at the cherry in his glass. “I am?”

“You are, sweet boy,” Ivan murmured. He tapped at the base of Jesse’s glass, and the cherry trembled. “Drink up.”

Jesse tipped the glass sloppily to his lips. “An’ then I think ‘m done.”

He drank until the liquid was gone, but the cherry was still stuck past the level of the ice. The two older men watched with hungry eyes as Jesse stuck his tongue into the ice and moved it around, and around, and around until he was finally, messily, able to get the cherry. He licked his lips as he turned his overly bright eyes first to Volkov, and then to Ivan.

“All done?” Volkov asked. “You’re a bit damp.” He picked up a bar napkin and wiped the boy's pink tinged lips for him.

“An’ sticky,” Jesse put in helpfully. He pitched heavily toward the bar, and he let Ivan brace his elbow. “Actually, I–I don’ think ‘m feelin’ so good.”

“Oh, kitten, let’s get you cleaned up and somewhere safe to rest for a bit. I think you’ve overdone it on the vodka. It can sneak up on you. I’m Russian. I would know,” Volkov sagely stated, wrapping an arm around Jesse’s middle and helping him to stand.

“I–I jus’ need the bathroom,” Jesse slurred.

“Let us help you,” Ivan said. He steered Jesse’s elbow away from the bar; the boy was snared between the two of them now.

“I’m okay.” Jesse tried to wriggle from their grasp, but he tripped over his own feet. The bartender smothered a laugh behind them. “I jus’--oh, man. Shit.”

Volkov tightened his grip, not enough to cause pain, but enough to ensure that Jesse stayed upright. They continued to the elevator.

“Your place, or mine, Dr. Peters?” Volkov glanced over the boy’s head. “Since I’m only visiting your country, I only have a modest house. Do you have something more… accommodating for our plans?”

Jesse groaned between them. “I don’--no–I jus’ need–”

Ivan ignored him. “Funny you should ask–I’m visiting from out of town myself, and I booked a suite just downstairs. Large. Discreet.” He bent his nose to Jesse’s hair and inhaled; the boy shook his head, but his movements were becoming increasingly slow and uncoordinated. “Thick walls. If you catch my meaning.”

“Wha’?”

“Hush, kitten,” said Volkov. “That could work. But what if we want to continue our fun past this evening? I do have a jet available should we need it.”

The boy’s breath quickened between them.

“Well,” Ivan considered as they approached the elevator, “as I may have mentioned, I am adept at shipping and handling, as it were. This sweet little thing seems like he’d fold up real nice.” Jesse made a noise that could have been a whimper. His feet dragged, and Ivan took on more of his weight. “But I’m not sure I could pass up a chance to join the mile high club…”

“No,” Jesse slurred. “No, pleas’, I don’–”

Volkov shoved his thumb in between Jesse’s slack lips, pressing the boy’s tongue down until his words flattened into a rough moan.

“It is a very fun club to be a member of. Would you like to join me?” Volkov asked, pressing the button for the elevator with his free hand. “If so, I’ll need to make a call.”

“You have a car here? If you handle the call, I’ll make sure we get our precious cargo out of here without any issue.”

“Done.” Volkov pulled his phone out and pressed a button. Within seconds he was rattling off fast paced instructions in Russian. He ended the call and turned to Ivan. “Pilot says he’ll be ready when we arrive.”

The elevator doors opened, and Ivan brandished Jesse’s blue-banded wrist for the attendant to see. The man smiled and let them enter.

“What do you say, sweet boy? Want to go for a ride?”

Ivan dipped his head and nipped at Jesse’s throat as Volkov palmed the boy between the legs. Jesse’s blue-green eyes were hooded now, and no one waited for his answer.

tagging: our ever faithful @oddsconvert, whom I heard was excited about this collab. Let us know if you want in on part two! 😈😇

#the road to hell #alexsei volkov oc #the mary poppins of sadists #ivan peters oc #the sigmund freud of whump #jesse barrow oc #sweet cinnamon roll who just wanted a vacation #whump #whump writing #tw future noncon #bbu adjacent #the-whumpers-soiree

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actress4him · 1 year

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OC List:

Querencia

Main Whumpee -

Liliana Gomez

(Model: Tashi Rodriguez)

Once she was a bubbly, carefree child, but that was before she was betrayed and locked away for having magic. Highly empathetic and sensitive, Liliana takes her role as healer on her new team seriously, regardless of what it may cost her.

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Whumpees/Caretakers -

Quinn

(Model: Broderick Hunter)

A native of England, Quinn now leads a team of local superheroes. His powers are flying and lightning, but his real strength lies in being the sometimes grumpy but always patient Dad Friend.

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Nari

(Model: Nicole Jung)

Nari moved to the US from Korea for college, met Quinn, and now serves as second in command of the team. Her power is metal manipulation. She likes to give off a tough exterior and villains do not want to get on her bad side, but her team all knows she has a heart of gold.

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Alex

(Model: Alex Mackenzie)

The not always bright goofball of the team, Alex’s powers are enhanced strength, speed, and stamina. He’s best friends with Jamil, often gets into playful tiffs with Nari, and enjoys spending his spare time gaming.

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Jamil

(Model: Zo Ahmed)

Jamil brings sunshine and great cooking to the team. His powers are invisibility, self-replication, and teleportation, and when he’s not getting into trouble with Alex he’s ready to lend a hand and a listening ear to anyone who needs it.

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Villains -

Dagger

The team’s top nemesis, Dagger is a mysterious, masked figure with the ability to create anything he can imagine from energy. He often uses the power to make wings for himself, but also a lineup of weapons that keeps the team on their toes.

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Luna

(Picrew: djarn)

The first and only run-in the team has had with Luna was definitely a memorable one, and one they’d like to refrain from repeating in the future. With the power of mind control, Luna’s main goal is to entertain herself at the expense of others, especially goody-two-shoes superheroes.

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Meltdown

A brash and reckless 20-something, Meltdown is best known for throwing his fire left and right without paying much attention to who or what might be in the way.

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Reaper

Talented at hand to hand combat, Reaper’s ability is power negation. Other villains that he’s teamed up with have developed technology to protect themselves, but unfortunately for the team, they didn’t share their secret.

#character list #oc list #whump oc #whump blog #querencia #liliana the healer #quinn the leader #nari the hero #alex the hero #jamil the hero #dagger the villain #luna the villain

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lailuhhh · 10 months

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Hi! For the Whump Blog Asks, how about 🔮 - What's a favorite whump trope of yours? and 💧 - What's your favorite type of whumpee?

🔮 I’m always a slut for a a good old fashion you’re hurt following a stabbing or shooting and the whumpee didn’t feel it because of the adrenaline accompanied by the fated collapse into the caretakers arms

💧I’ve noticed I always tend to gravitate towards the youngest member of the group or the goofball

#no youngest does not include literal children #it’s because I’m the youngest child #and I feel like I have a complex or something #but ya know #lailuh speaks #ask #answer #hello thank you i love you #ask game #authorangelita

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whumpupthejam · 1 year

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“He’s Out There” - Character Intros + picrews

ALRIGHT. I was gonna wait until I’d posted more writing of these characters, especially because I haven’t even introduced most of them yet 🤪

But I’m really excited abt these and I’m taking too long on the next pieces, so you’ll just get to know them a little now!

If you have any questions about them, or wanna see snippets/drabbles featuring any of them, my asks are open and I would kiss you on the mouth <3 (open to non-canon compliant asks/requests).

I’ll start with the precious boy we all know and love and want to see destroyed:

Marcus~

Extras:

Full name: Marcus Pearce

Age: 22

Height: 5’10”

Mbti/enneagram: INFJ/4w5

Birthday: June 7

Actual favorite film (the picrew gave limited choices): Star Wars Ep. V

Primary Role: Whumpee

Fun fact: Marcus plays the violin and is first chair/soloist for his college’s symphony….or he was. :(

Also, he doesn’t really have a hand tat, I just thought it fit his aesthetic for the picrew, and he DOES have a half sleeve on his right forearm (easily covered by a tux when performing).

Caleb ~

Extras:

Full name: Caleb Levi

Age: 22

Height: 6’2”

Mbti/enneagram: ENTP/8w7

Birthday: April 25

Orientation: Bisexual/Aromantic

Actual favorite film: Best in Show

Fun fact: He is a criminal justice major with a minor in behavioral psychology. He’s basically super scary and super smart. Many find him intimidating, but once you get to know him a little bit, it’s easy to see he’s a big goofball teddy bear angel.

Caleb has been Marcus’s best friend since they were kids living in the same neighborhood. There’s nothing. Nothing Caleb wouldn’t do for Marcus.

Jake ~

Extras:

Full name: Jacob Settler

Age: 23

Height: 6’0”

Mbti/enneagram: ESFP/6w7

Birthday: March 2

Actual favorite film: He doesn’t watch many actual movies. He’s more of a TV show guy. Faves are Arrested Development and Downton Abbey (he used to hide this fact, but when he got to college he decided, what the hell! so he’s got refined tastes, sue him!). He also loves Napoleon Dynamite.

Primary role: Whumpee

Fun fact: He has two sisters, one older, one younger. Ever since his dad died tragically, he’s taken all the emotional responsibilities of father onto himself. His mom wishes he wouldn’t, but he feels guilt over his dad’s death. He tries to use humor to throw people off from the fact that he’s incredibly self critical and struggles with his mental health. He’s been feeling a little better since meeting Marcus and Caleb, but he’s in a pit he can’t seem to get out of. Really fun fact, right??

Elena ~

Extras:

Full name: Elena Sherwin

Age: 22

Height: 5’7”

Mbti/enneagram: ENFP/4w3

Birthday: October 19

Actual favorite film: Pan’s Labyrinth

Primary role: Caretaker

Fun fact: She has a beautiful singing voice. She hopes to be a film actress someday, but she’d also love to get to sing for the rest of her life.

The Man (+name reveal..?) ~

Extras:

Full name: Daniel Stane (alias?), (Other known aliases: Daniel Goran, John Landry, Elliot Golfinder, Barrett Cork).

Age: 51

Height: 6’1”

Mbti/enneagram: INFP/6w5

Birthday: February 5

Actual favorite film: *sigh.* It’s Pride and Prejudice (1995). Look I’m not happy about it either, but it’s true.

Primary role: Whumper

Fun fact: He has a cat. His name is Marcus—no I’m kidding, lol. The cat is very sweet. He doesn’t have a name.

p.s. while this picrew is ridiculously adorable, it portrays one body type. So just for the record! Marcus actually is a fairly skinny boy, Caleb and the Man are both reasonably buff, Jake is as well, but less so than they are, and Elena is mid-plus sized. <3

#character intro #my ocs #caleb oc #jake oc #elena oc #marcus oc #the man oc #daniel oc #the man/daniel #picrew #he’s out there #he’s out there characters

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whumpflash · 2 years

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detective whumpee if you like it >:3

DETECTIVE WHUMPEE YOU SAY??

this feels fresh let's see if I can come up with some prompts--

-you know ''detective gets in too deep and is caught by the baddies'' is already a popular trope, expanding on it could be very fun (but not for the whumpee)

-Detective Whumpee is pushing themselves to their limits to solve a case. No food, no sleep, no breaks. They're so close. Bonus points if they get captured while in this state of exhaustion

-i also love the "being beaten to pulp by villain/henchman and is saved at the last minute by an acquaintance they don't fully trust" type of beat and I feel like that fits here

-i am a huge fan of both goofball genius mystery solvers (ie Dirk Gently or The Doctor from Doctor Who) and the ultra-serious, broody PIs from classic noir and I'd love to see both archetypes as whumpees

-relating to the above, put those two as partners. Goofball is trying to reason with the villains/whumper, Broody is making quips under his breath. Both are getting viciously backhanded.

#i am frazzled right no so plz feel free to reblog with your own ideas #OR stories #id love to read some detective whump #might doodle some of these faux scenes on my other account #whump #whump prompt #detective whump #whump prompts

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Unreachable

CW: Whump, Strong Whumpee getting broken, kidnapping/torture implied, hospital, blood, angst...lots of it.

Whumpee was the intimidating one of the group, the natural tough one of the bunch. When they were working, they were serious and stern. But at home they were an adorable goofball trying to make everyone around them smile and laugh, cracking jokes left and right with a couple of roasts. They always had the solution, always level headed and always kept calm even when everyone around them was panicking.

Except when they came back.

When they had gone missing, everyone assumed they just took a day off until they checked their home, only to find it ransacked and upturned. Weeks later they found them wandering down the sidewalk dripping from head to toe in their own blood muttering to themselves inaudibly.

They were rushed to the hospital, the team came to welcome them back, but Whumpee didn’t say anything. They just laid there mindlessly staring at the blank wall. The team tried covered the entire room with flowers, cards and balloons until there wasn’t a single blank space left in the room. Whumpee resorted to just staring at the ceiling.

One of them was about to climb up on a ladder and hammer a painting on the ceiling, but the doctor didn’t allow that, much to all their disappointment.

Some started to give up and accept their loss, giving their last condolences before leaving, but not Caretaker.

Caretaker showed up everyday with something new. A new movie, a new song, fresh flowers, something to remind them of home.

Nothing.

They weren’t gone just yet, Caretaker knew it. They were just... Scared and sad.

Shattered.

Caretaker cradled their hand in theirs. They knew Whumpee hated hugs, but they wanted so badly to climb onto the bed and pull Whumpee into the biggest hug and tell them it was going to be alright, they would always be there for them, no matter how much of the world they shut off.

...So that’s exactly what they did.

They wrapped their arms around them as they began to cry. They tried to keep their tears hidden for so long, but they just couldn't’ anymore. They sobbed as they held them, burying their face in their hair as they begged them to come back.

They froze when they felt a hand clutch their shoulder. Then another hand wrapped around their neck as Whumpee nudged their face into the crook of their neck. That’s when Caretaker realized they weren’t the only one crying. Whumpee had completely latched onto Caretaker as they whimpered and sobbed with a weak voice.

“Hey! You’re okay! I’ve got you, I’m right here! You’re going to be okay...” Caretaker whispered, gently cupping their cheek.

They knew there was something there.

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itsawhumpderfullife · 3 years

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Whump Prompt #236

It was only an instant, yet it felt like an eternity. Seeing the empty bed where Whumpee should have been, it brought back then.

Desperately clinging to their partners body because they had let their guard down for one second.

All that was enough for Caretaker’s breathing to start to go into overdrive as their mind began to speed a million miles per hour. Chest tightening, the things that they had to do for their partner flashed and slashed through them.

They never wanted to do that eve again.

But now they had to.

That thought finally tipped the scales, sending a heartbroken wail and the tears that had been held back by only a tiny force of will now released.

It took a moments for their numb body to register a new touch, but when it did, Caretaker did exactly what they were supposed to do. Retreat.

Whumper? Has to be Whumper. I- I can’t let them kill me too, not like my- my-

“CARETAKER!”

The voice cut through the spiral of Caretaker’s thoughts, sending them scrambling back as to dodge what was certain to be Whumper’s first attack-

A body suddenly slammed into Caretaker’s so foriegn a feeling yet so familar.

Danger! Attack! Whumper? Whumper Attack? Warm. No....No hurt....Whumper? Where....

“You’re safe Caretaker. You’re not... back there. You’re here with me. Please Caretaker, come back.....”

Whumpee?

Caretaker’s breathing stilled. But soon they were latched onto Whumpee like the lifeline they were to Caretaker right now.

“Wh-Whump-Whumpee. Whumpee!”

The arms around Caretaker squeezed them gently.

“Yes, Caretaker, I’m here. I’m sorry I left the bedroom. I needed to pee,” As Caretaker’s lips parted, Whumpee’s voice only grew louder as they spoke. “And don’t you dare apologize for thinking I was dead or kidnapped.”

Despite the guilt and embarrassment of what had happened, Caretaker nodded into Whumpee. They could almost hear Whumpee’s face softening as they looked down at Caretaker.

“Tell you what, when I go anywhere other than the last time you saw me, I will leave my bracelet wherever it is. It’s so specific that it would only happene when I’m making sure you know I’m not gone, Is that okay?”

For the first time, Caretaker’s lips rose just the slight bit as the raw voice filed the air.

“I guess we can try and Hansel and Gretel my panic attacks away. I’m down.”

A scoff from above only grew their smile.

“You goofball. Come back to bed in a proper bed and I’ll hold you until you drift off.”

Running their fingers down Whumpee’s hand, their eyelids fluttered at the thought of sleep.

“It’s a deal.”

“Good, now sleep.”

“Only if you stop talking.”

“You’re the one who’s talking”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever, go to sleep.”

“.....I love you.”

“....I love you too, Caretaker.”

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump community #panic attack #whumpee #caretaker #protective caretaker #comedian #whumpee caretaker #caretaker whumpee #caretaker whump #traumatized #implied trauma #past death #implied character death

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emachinescat · 3 years

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Welcome to Fic Rec Friday! Every Friday, I will be recommending three of my favorite fan-fics for your enjoyment. This week's fandom is Psych!

These fics were randomly chosen from my ever-growing list of all-time favorite stories. My request is this - if you do click on any of these links and read the stories, please be kind enough to favorite/give kudos and review/comment! A lot of these fics are older, and I know how wonderful it is to randomly get a review for a story that's been around for a while. Let’s send some love to Syncop8ed Rhythm and DwaejTokki if you enjoyed their stories, please! :)

Quick Links:

Abandoned by Syncop8ed Rhythm

I Scream for Gus by DwaejTokki

The Execution by Syncop8ed Rhythm

Summaries, info, and my own thoughts are below the break! :)

Abandoned by Syncop8ed Rhythm

Summary: There were two cases, one the SBPD knew about, another that Shawn was keeping quiet. He thought it would get easier, after solving the first case, but he wasn't expecting the police department to turn its back on him, especially when he went missing.

Rating: T

Chapters: 12 | Words: 14,945

Year Published: 2010

Platform: fanfiction.net

This story so good that you can’t just read it once. I have gone back to it multiple times! As always, Syncop8ed Rhythm excels at the angst and the whump. I’m a sucker for stories where the whumpee is alienated from his friends unjustly before something terrible happens to him. The guilt of Lassie and Jules and the sense of abandonment in this story are top-notch, as is how ardently Henry and Gus defend Shawn. One thing I really love about this fic is the author's characterization of Shawn. He's not just an idiot or a goofball (though he is snarky of course!). He's shown to be super smart and very good at what he does, as well as brave and loyal. We also get to see him angry, which is fabulous. Syncop8ed Rhythm is a master storyteller and a master whumper, and this will not be the last of their stories that I’ll be showcasing!

I Scream for Gus by DwaejTokki

Summary: In which Gus is bullied, Shawn sticks up for him, and the friends have a heart-to-heart about the meaning of a particular n-word. One-shot. Complete.

Rating: G

Chapters: 1 | Words: 851

Year Published: 2016

Platform: AO3

This little story is a hidden gem among all the intense whump stories I have favorited over the years! Based on an experience from the author’s own life, this is a sweet little friendship story with young Shawn and Gus, where Shawn sticks up for Gus when he’s bullied and learns about the n-word. This story handles the issue of race from the eyes of children in a delicate but humorous way, and it’s honestly just a breath of fresh air!

The Execution by Syncop8ed Rhythm

Summary: There wasn't much of the body that hadn't been beaten or cut or burned, but it was Shawn. Juliet knew it was. Missing for two weeks, the gang had sent pictures of him and the damage they'd done to him. "We won't know for sure it's Shawn until the DNA results come back," Carlton said. Results which were made necessary because the gang had beheaded him. They'd beheaded Shawn.

Rating: T

Chapters: 1 | Words: 3,129

Year Published: 2015

Platform: fanfiction.net

Don’t worry - despite its description, it isn’t a death fic. I love everything about it: the angst, the drama, the resolution. It's from Juliet's perspective, and has some serious Shules. My favorite thing about it, I think, is the way that it deals with the grieving process and Juliet's terrified pessimism. It also does an excellent job showing just how much everyone - Jules especially - loves and cares about Shawn. Everything about this story is perfect.

#psych #fic rec #fic rec friday #fanfiction review #rec list #by syncop8ed rhythm #by dwaejtokki #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #ao3 #whump #friendship #hurt/comfort #psychfic #these are so good #my favorites #for your enjoyment

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starrysky-whumpfics · 4 years

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More About My Oc’s!

Feel free to send any asks, questions, requests, ext! I’m always happy to answer! I’m also open to roleplaying if anyone is interested!

Faceclaims

Mainly Whumpees:

- Alexei (He/Him): Dima and Christine’s older brother. Alexei is a very artistic and creative person, he loves to sit down and sketch, paint, or just color. He’s a little more sensitive and finds a lot of guilt and fault in his self, even when nothing could be related to him. He has a severe phobia of small spaces, in large crowds or dark rooms he finds himself needing space or an option to escape. He’s sweet though and very generous, takes the time to listen to people and to understand them and will be the first to have the benefit of the doubt.

- Dima (He/Him): Dima is Alexei’s little brother, and Christine’s twin. Dima is a strong animal lover, considering animals to be his friends rather than pets. He has the Disney Princess animal vibe with animals to a point that he feels he can understand them. He leaves his window open so that any animals in his room can come and go as they please. He cares for and nurtures all creatures he comes across. Dima is extremely sensitive to sound and lights and will usually wear rose colored lenses to help with both indoors and outdoors. He’s more picky and reserved socially and focuses on routine and simplicity. He’s easily overwhelmed but is otherwise a very happy person.

- Ozzie (He/Him): Ozzie is Holli’s son, he was born without ever getting a name until he met Tyler, who named him Oswald because Ozzie was holding onto a stuffed penguin constantly. Ozzie was his nickname which he is more commonly known by. He’s not as familiar with the world but sticks close to Tyler and does everything to impress them. Ozzie, despite his mother’s treatment towards him and obvious disregard, still cares for her and hopes deep down that she loves him. He makes connections quickly and bonds fast to people, desperate for motherly or fatherly attention and care that he never got to have

Whumpers

- Holli (She/Her): Holli has a belief that she never kills an enemy, she sees it as a waste and childish. She constantly talks about how if someone has an enemy, it is because they are seen as a threat, and a threat is something that stands any chance against you. She takes the route in learning about her enemies, learning how she can use them to her advantage. She uses a vast amount of manipulative techniques even in her everyday discussion, and even turns on those who she might have been working closely with. Her pride holds her back though, as she refuses to step down or back out when she makes a mistake.

- Luka (He/Him): Luka is the definition of chaos. He’s a very devoted sadist as well as finds immense pleasure in feeling pain himself. He often makes deals and plans with others and then spoils the plan just to watch the chaos unfold before his eyes. He doesn’t understand when to quit and is always thinking about his own pleasure and happiness first. He doesn’t make real enemies or friends or allies. He finds someone to be his target, obsesses over them, and slowly works to make them desire him and obsessed with him before slowly destroying their life around them to get what he wants, which is usually nothing described as love that he doesn’t actually what.

Mainly Caretakers:

- Christine (She/Her): Dima’s twin and Alexei’s younger sister. Christine is much more adventurous than either of her brothers, finding herself sometimes in more trouble than necessary. She has always been protective of Dima and tends to put his needs first. She constantly seeks out excitement in her life as well as finds where the action is at the time. She is very capable of herself but often overestimates herself due to pride and stubbornness. Her dream is to sail around the world one day and explore various cultures and communities that the world has inside of it.

- Tyler (They/Them): Tyler is a major goofball and jokester, they are funny most of the time but also know when to be serious. They were kicked away from home at a young age and were taken by Holli not long after which is when they found Ozzie and ran away with him. Tyler made sure that Ozzie was taken care of and also began to show them all the cool things that they loved. Tyler has a deep connection to Ozzie and loves Ozzie deeply, but never felt the need to define a relationship. They just wanted to be together and be whatever they wanted without adding labels or names to it.

- Maudie (She/Her): Maudie is a very driven character. Childhood events and eventually living on her own motivated her to become stronger and more knowledgeable in life. She has strong moral beliefs that she holds onto. Devoting her time to caring for those she comes across that are in need. She’s more emotional and has a very clear love for others. Maudie is very awkward and she works at a face pace trying to keep herself moving and busy to distract from her own troubles she has.

#whump #whump community #whump writing #whump ocs #ocs #whumpblr #my characters #send asks to inbox or reblog #all requests accepted!#roleplay

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whump-side · 2 years

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12. Favourite type of whumper?

Non-existant. I never was a fan of whump with a whumper so I don't really have a fav type.

13. Favourite type of whumpee?

I love goofballs! Chatty and laughing all the time, but when they're hurt they're completely silent and kinda absent. I love them ❤️

14. Favourite type of caretaker?

I love caretaker that seem to be in control. But once whumpee is stable, the rush of adrenaline just vanish and they're just standing there processing what had happened.

21. Platonic or romantic whump?

Platonic>>>>>>>>>>

I wish mainstream media would show more platonic relationships

#whump #whump ask game #ask

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acryofpain · 4 years

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Whumpee Introduction

I’ve been drawing quite a bit recently so I thought it’s time to properly introduce some of my OCs, even though I don’t really have a lot of writing excerpts posted here. most of my whump drabbles are unfinished so that’s the only reason I haven’t shared them, but I’m hoping to get them up soon.

(pls don’t steal my art.)

anyway, first off is sage kalani; he’s the main character of my novel in the works called “an idiot’s guide to ghost hunting”. he’s 19 and hawaiian, and his team consists of his best friend avery bauer, molly reeves, daniel heve, and xander danse. he’s a grumpy li’l shit and knows quite a bit about the paranormal. he also has a scar around his throat, but refuses to tell anyone where it’s from. ;)

my second OC is jesse (last name/hero name pending). he’s a sort of superhero/vigilante, minus the superpowers, and his fighting partner/best friend is cooper (AKA nightwalker). he’s got the typical snarky-goofball personality that seems to come with most vigilante characters, where cooper’s more silent and intimidating while in costume. he’s also very accident-prone, but what whumpee isn’t?

(jesse is mixed race and cooper’s the blonde guy.)

and lastly is joseph (last name also pending), but everyone just calls him blue. he’s in a gang but is only really close to two of the people in it – scotty and reynolds (“rey”). he’s quiet and is extremely loyal to the leaders and will go with them pretty much anywhere; other members like to tease and say he’s sort of like their mascot. he doesn’t have great self-confidence or even a sense of self-preservation – he thinks his gang would leave him behind without a second thought if he were a burden in any way. joseph has a large scar on his forearm from a knife fight.

#whump #drawing #whumpee #whumper #excerpt #drabble #ocs #characters #superhero #vigilante #art #prompt

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blackberry-bloody · 4 years

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Ok, so I know this is incredibly random... But I want to talk about my favorite whump fanfic (it's of the jse egos.) But specifically the basic concept because it just is super interesting to me. Don't know if it would be to anyone else... But I want to talk about it anyway!

WARNINGS: Gun mention, attempted murder, mind control, physical abuse, experiment mention (magic and medical), possibly sympathy for Whumper? But after turned Whumpee?

Let me know if I need to tag anything else.

(also, no I unfortunately I can't provide links because the author deleted it. But was kind enough to send me the link to the Google doc as a view only.)

Ok so basic concept. Yes it's of the egos. But I'm focusing on ideas and why I love it so much.

Cast:

Big bad Evil Guy:

He's just... Not good. Sadistic and loves to hurt and mess with people. Is "in control" and wants to assert that control over others. Basically your typical Whumper. Has whumped at least one member of the team. Wants to do more...

Hero:

Basically your average DC/Marvel superhero. Wants Justice. Is appalled by BigBad and what he's done to people that Hero cares about. Has sworn to bring BB down. Is friends with/lives with rest of team.

Medic:

Is former Whumpee of BB. He's almost always the voice of reason. And he's basically the team medic.

Magic User:

Pretty uh... Self explanatory. Also is pissed at BB and will stop at nothing to bring him down.

Secondary, but quieter voice of reason:

He's very friendly. Was whumped by BB. Loves and supports team, will do anything to protect them. But he kinda just keeps to the background and doesn't speak up about things. Especially concerning his bad feelings about his friends (think, "love is blind to all flaws" type deal).

The Goofball (that totally isn't depressed):

May or may not have been directly whumped by BB. But has definitely been screwed over. Uses humor and self destructive habits as coping mechanisms for his problems...

Plot/what I found really interesting:

Now you'll probably noticed that I didn't label anyone as specifically Whumper/Whumpee. I said people had been whumped, and who they were whumped by. There is in fact a reason for this...

So when the fic starts, BB is ambushing/attacking the team in their base. And it seems like he's winning. Wreaking absolute havoc. But! He goes to attack Magic User... And Magic User accidentally fires off a random/powerful spell. Of which he doesn't know... And BB goes /down/. Knocked out... And for the time being really mentally gone...

When he comes to the team is wondering why he isn't attacking any of them... But eventually they figure out that he's been put under some sort of mind control. So Magic User and team set up some ground rules, take him down to the basement and trap him behind a barrier so that when MU reverses the spell (since of course they will. They aren't evil like he is.)

However... The spell... Doesn't reverse. So things get super interesting.

The "good" team. Where they're mostly made up of whumpees? Slowly start to abuse the mind controlled BB. Who is deteriorating over the next several weeks of captivity. Of course MU is still trying to reverse it, buuuuuuut it couldn't hurt to run some tests on these spells and see how BB reacts would it? Medic began running medical experiments around (nonhuman) BB. It's not like he's complaining, right? Goofball starts humiliating BB by shooting him with darts, or hitting him with various balls/toys (before later trying to actually shoot BB with a real gun in a drunken rage... But I'm getting ahead) because hey, it's funny/ not hurting him. Hero starts getting more physically violent with "interrogation" when leads drop cold and things don't work out. And VoR 2.0 justifies it all as ok since BB was in fact a monster.

So now... Whumper has turned Whumpee, and multiple Whumpees have turned Whumper. But wait... There's more.

So later on the team winds up spiraling and getting angrier and angrier. And Goofball actually tried to kill BB. But was stopped just in time. And over the next few days, they try and gain back a sense of normalcy. However, something comes up and they bring BB upstairs so that they can all keep an eye on him, while sticking together.

Something happens to cause BB Whumpee to /break/. And his blank/robotic "programming" snaps. He stars screaming for "no more".

MU put him to sleep and he starts to break down too... Revealing that he had figured out how to reverse it a while ago, but hadn't. And they decide to finally do it now. That they could at least try to redeem themselves, right?

So MU reverses spell. But... The spell and abuse from the past several weeks now has definitely left BB scarred. And even though he's "free" of the spell itself. He's still been trained into that mindset. Soooooooo...

Team makes the decision to try and get him... Not "normal" for him... But perhaps at least not terrified/conditioned.

So team has now gone from Whumpees to Whumpers. Since they wanted to get back at BB... But have now taken on the challenge of Caretakers as well... Trying to help not only the person who hurt them, but that they hurt in return. And uh... Spoilers... It ain't easy.

In conclusion:

I know that this is super long. But I just wanted to get it out of my system. It's one of my absolute all time favorite reads. And I just love the concept. Where the Whumper is turned Whumpee by his old Whumpees. Who then decide to "fix the problem" and become caretakers. It's just... So good. I cry so hard every time. (And the first time I read it, I happened to stumble upon it... And uh... Didn't move much for the next four hours as I read the whole thing in one sitting...)

Whelp... I guess that's it?

#jay jabbers #long post #rambling #one of my absolute faves #all time fave #whump

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