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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 21 hours
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MASTER POST - Chronological Order :]
Here's my new master post!
My main blog is @the-ellia-west
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Characters
Jakkon (Jak, Horns) - A Male Satyr and certified Whumpee who's been through hell and back and isn't done suffering. Very much an Alcoholic. Literally 54, but in human years, he's 31.
Rosenia (Rose, Petals) - A Female Rose-themed Fae and Jak's sister-in-law. She's tired and stressed, but she loves Jak a lot as a brother and will do anything to help him even though he doesn’t want her to. 29 in Human years.
Eveny (Evie, Ev) - A Female Lilac-themed Fae Who was 2 years younger than Rose. She was very adorable and sweet, Married to Jak before she died at about 26 in human years.
Rune (Runie) - Eveny and Jak's son. He was about 3 or 4 in human years when he died and was a very sweet, innocent little baby.
Phennim (Finn) - A Male Harpy who was Jak's former best friend before the fire that killed Eveny, where Finn Saved Jak and Jak doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. Nemesis/Rival relationship.
Morena - An elven witch who is kind and formal to everyone, trying to help wherever she can with her magic and potions. She has a mutual respect with Jak, and a major crush on Finn.
Silas - A Sentient Statue with Major Daddy (Patron God) issues who just wants everyone to know they are loved.
Wildrun (Wild, Wil) - A Phantom/Mist Noble's son, who really dislikes his adoptive abusive family and HATES Jak's guts. He just wants to have fun and be free.
Pherun - Baby (Satyr who looks Like Jak's son)
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Scenes (More to be added)
Love - Jak and Eveny Just after their Wedding
Grief - Jak after Eveny's death
Gone - Jak and Rose at Eveny's Funeral
Forget - Jak's intro to Alchoholism After TRAUMA
Empty - Is Life worth living anymore?
History - This one takes place on a mundane evening before the inciting incident
Arena - Jak and Rose's intro from someone else's POV
Dogs - A scene I need to edit, which shows Jak's terror of Dogs
Rivalry - Jak and Wild's Rivalry
Swimming - Jak and Silas bond over their mutual inability to swim
Defense - Jak kills a guy
Gift - Rose & Jak Wholesome Moment
Letting go - Jak Tells Rose To forget him
Argument - Tension
(Other Stuff)
A Memory
What Used to Be
Rune's Fate
Eveny's Fate
Jak's Fate (?)
Fae and Nonhuman Details
How everybody met
Jak's Psychology #1
Jak's Psychology #2
Jak being a Dick Compilation
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serene-cinders · 2 days
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Just imagining a whumper with an (in)human weapon whumpee. Maybe the Whumpee was born in a time of war, and the whumper was tasked with helping Whumpee harness their powers for ‘good’.
The Whumpee is maladjusted and uneducated (unless you count military propaganda as ‘education’). The Whumpee is provided for… but is deeply unhappy. They need somebody to ‘understand’ and help them learn who they are. To be taught their purpose in this time of need. A vulnerable, fragile individual.
Maybe the Whumper has lost a lot in this war. Maybe they’ve retired from active duty, and brought into this experiment because of their expertise and hands-on experience with the enemy. Maybe they’re kinder to Whumpee as a result. Just a lost little creature, in a world of much bigger fish. Who can’t relate to that? (carewhumper vibes?)
Or maybe the Whumper is a higher up, with a much bigger vision than the Whumpee could ever imagine. Somebody with uncompromising expectations. Who will see what makes this weapon tick, and how to crush the enemy with them. This ball of nerves and untapped potential brought before them, like a lamb to the slaughter, and what an important slaughter it will be.
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jordanstrophe · 3 months
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Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.
They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.
They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.
"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."
A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.
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jump-in-the-whump · 3 months
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Whumpee doesn’t really understand what is going on, everything is happening so fast and their head is pounding so bad.
“hey, can you hear me? Whumpee?” A voice calls out their name. Whumpee raises their head.
“i-i... don’t... understand....i-i...” Whumpee rasps out, before a coughing fit interrupts him. 
“shh, don't force yourself too much. I'll explain everything later, now I'm here and I just wanna help you, ok?”
Whumpee is in so much pain, it's hard to breathe. They’re so weak, they lean onto Caretaker, drowning in their quiet words and soft movements. A tear escapes Whumpee’s eye. It's been so long since they were treated like this, like a human being.
"Caretaker..... " Whumpee manages to say, with a weak, raspy voice. 
“Yeah, that's right, I am Caretaker. I am here and I won't let them hurt you anymore..." Caretaker whispers, hugging Whumpee, caressing their dirty, greasy hair.  Whumpee winces in pain and can't help but cry, the happiness and comfort are too much for them to manage.
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withdrawingramen · 1 month
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i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool
because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?
the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out
yk what im talking abt?
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meltyphos · 5 months
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just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe
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whumpasaurus101 · 5 months
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"Beg me," Whumper ordered, tracing the gun slowly up Whumpee's neck, relishing the shiver that followed, "Beg me like your life depends on it... oh wait, it does."
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generic-whumperz · 8 months
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Can’t stop, won’t stop
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cold1dead1eyes · 6 months
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i love caretakers who used to be whumpees. a caretaker that’s covered in scars, who screams themself awake at night, who sees the marks on whumpee and has to look away because it’s too familiar.
and nobody else knows. caretaker is so put together, nobody would expect it, but whumpee can tell. they see the fear in caretaker’s eyes when whumpee talks about what whumper did to them. how sometimes they flinch when they’re touched. how they wake up shaking and covered in sweat, reaching out in a panic to shove their blankets off.
still, caretaker tries to be strong for whumpee. they know how it feels to be hurt and they want to be there for them, even though they still haven't gotten over their own trauma.
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redd956 · 6 months
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Characters Holding Each Other In Whump
This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.
I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.
I need more of
Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.
Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.
A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.
When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.
Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?
Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.
Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.
Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?
Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.
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jordanstrophe · 20 days
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Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head. 
"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.
"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked. 
"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.
Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.
"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.
"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"
Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.
"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.
It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize. 
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abhainnwhump · 1 year
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Whumper trained Whumpee to respond to hand signals. A snap means they fight whatever enemy they assign. Tapping three fingers together means they kneel. A raised hand means to go silent. If they don't respond, they get severely punished. Caretaker has a tendency to talk with their hands and accidently triggers Whumpee. They don't know the signal to return them to normal.
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whumblr · 6 months
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Sorry
"Why don't you get on your knees and tell me how sorry you are."
Whumpee bristled, the large intake of breath raising them up to full height, fists clenched at their side. The air shuddered back out of them, their resistance following along right with it; their body untensed, they closed their eyes, their jaw unlocked. And so did their knees.
"Fine."
They cast a final furious glance up, but did as they were told, settling down on their knees. Fingers curled into the fabric of their pants leg, holding on tight to the last bit of control they had.
"Right." They took a deep breath, glared up and looked directly into Whumper's eyes.
"I am so, so not sorry for trying to get out of this stinking prison you call a house. Also really not sorry I almost kicked your teeth in. Actually, wait, I'm just sorry that I missed. Really, my most sincere apologies for that. Just, yeah, I'm incredibly unrepentant. And it will happen again. That's how sorry I am."
Not even halfway through that speech Whumper'd already started rolling up his sleeves. The 'actually, wait' made him stop and glance at Whumpee, but the continued spewed vitriol just made him shake his head as he folded his cuff down.
"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, curling a fist in Whumpee's hair and pulling them up. "Let's do something about that."
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generic-whumper · 9 months
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I like you, but not as much as I like hurting my imaginary characters every night before I drift off to sleep. 
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whumpasaurus101 · 7 months
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I cant get the picture of defiant whumpee being beaten by a group of people (maybe 2 or 3) who Whumper ordered them to.
Cue the splatters of blood. The sound of a fist connecting to skin with a hard thud soon followed by a weak and rasped cry.
Bonus points for at the end Whumpee’s eyes meeting with Whumper’s whos sat back on their chair, a cigarette lazily sitting between Whumper’s two fingers.
Whumper soaks in how utterly pathetic Whumpee looks, a beaten mess on the floor, looking up at them.
A beautiful sight if you ask me.
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