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depressed-werewolf · 8 months

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Wasn’t tagged but decided to join in :)

i found this cute as hell picrew and decided to start a tag game with it!

tagging to start us off (no pressure): @raigash @tormentum-ab-intra @the-whumping-hour @gritpyre @sweetwhumpandhellacomf @wildfaewhump @redwingedwhump @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @studyofwhump and anyone else who wants to join!

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depressed-werewolf · 9 months

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tw: death, death mention, blood The villain stared at the Hero in shock. "You... you killed them."

Hero didn’t look back at them. They could only stare down at Superhero’s body in shock, blood staining their uniform. "I didn't have a choice."

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depressed-werewolf · 11 months

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“You may think your friends are coming to save you,” the Villain declared, their cape flapping behind them as they walked. “But, you are wrong. No one can find you here, I’ve made sure of it.”

“Bold of you to assume I have friends.”

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depressed-werewolf · 11 months

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people in horror movies be like

Whumper: I'm going to kill you.

Whumpee, teasing them: Haha, you gotta catch me first!!!

Whumpee: *faceplants into a tree*

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 27: Forced to Kneel, Grabbed by the Collar

tw: implied torture, knives, restraints, creepy/intimate whumper, implied kidnapping

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Whumper muses as they fiddled with the knife in their hands.

“You dreamed about torturing me, you sick fuck?” Whumpee spat from their spot on the floor. They struggled break free of the ropes binding their hands behind their back, but it did nothing but make their wrists raw and bloody.

Their gaze snapped back to Whumpee. “Yes,” they purred. They Whumper took a step toward them, still brandishing the knife, and it took everything in Whumpee not to flinch.

“How could I not?” They continued, “It took me so much work to get you here.”

“Interesting, almost as if I didn’t want to be found.”

Whumper smiled, then yanked Whumper to their feet by their collar and slammed them against the wall. Whumper winced as they felt Whumper press the blade against their throat

The pressure wasn’t enough to draw blood but it still made their pulse quicken, a warning of what was to come.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be talking back to me,” they hissed. Whumpee could feel Whumper’s hot breath against their ear. “I think it’s time you learned some fucking respect.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 20: “Where am I?”

tw: implied torture, implied kidnapping, knives, interrogation, implied drugging

When Whumpee woke up, it took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the light. They were in a dark room with cement floors, a basement maybe. They couldn’t tell.

When Whumpee tried to stand up they found they couldn’t. They were bound to the metal chair they sat on with their hands tied behind their back.

“Where am I?”

“Jesus, I was starting to think you’d never wake up,” a voice said from the corner of the room.

Whumpee squinted in the direction of the voice but their vision was still foggy. A figure took a step toward them, and when they stepped into the light Whumpee recognized them immediately.

They scrowled. “Whumper. What do you want?”

They smiled back. Whumper’s smile was cold, there was no real joy in it. “You know why you’re here.”

Caretaker. Of course. They gritted their teeth and glared up at Whumper. “I don’t know where they are.”

Whumpee chuckled. “You expect me to believe that?”

“I. Don’t. Know. Where. They. Are. You’re wasting your time,” they spat.

The other tsked. They were clearly annoyed with Whumpee’s defiance, but Whumpee didn’t care. Whumper didn’t scare them, or at least Whumpee pretended they didn’t.

“Let’s test that, shall we?”

There was something metal in Whumper’s hands. Once they got, closer they realized it was a knife. Whumpee’s vision made the blade look twisted and warped.

Immediately, Whumpee’s heart began to race, though they refused to show it. They knew not to show fear. They wouldn’t break, Whumpee told themself. They would not break. But Whumpee had no idea how wrong they were.

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 18: Escape Attempt

tw: failed escape attempt, dehumanization, creepy/intimate whumper, implied kidnapping

Whumpee tried to get up, but they felt a boot digging into their back, keeping from sitting up.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The voice sent shivers down whumpee’s spine. They didn’t have to look up to recognize that voice.

“Fuck off,” they hissed, though they imagined they didn’t seem very intimidating from their position on the ground.

Whumpee winced when they felt a kick to their side. A shoving their face already bruised face against the floor. Whumper’s voice was right up against their ear now. “Answer the question, Dear.”

They fought against Whumper’s hold but Whumpee was too weak to fight them now, even when they weren’t pinned down.

“Go to hell.”

Whumper grabbed them by the hair and yanked their head back and Whumpee cried out, despite their efforts not to. Whumpee hummed. “Mhm, so insolent. Why should I let you go if you’re not even housetrained?”

“I’m not your pet,” the other spat.

Another kick.

Whumper was kneeling beside them now.

They began running their fingers through the other’s hair. Seeing Whumper going from violent to gentle so quickly left Whumpee reeling, but at least they weren’t being hit.

They wanted to draw back, but Whumpee knew that would only result in more pain.

“Oh, but you are. You are an insolent little thing, but you are mine,” Whumper purred. “Always.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 15: Flinching, “Do you trust me?”

tw: injury mention, implied past abuse, blood, death mention

“I don’t wanna die,” Charlie whispered.

The blood from his wounds leak onto the carpet and stained his ripped clothes.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.”

Elle reached down to tilt his head up and he flinched. His hand froze in midair, as if he’d been burned. He looked almost hurt. “I won’t let you die, I promise.”

Elle knelt to the ground beside him. “Do you trust me?”

Charlie looked up at him. The look in his eyes made Charlie want to trust him, even if he couldn’t. He hesitated for a moment. “I-i… want to.”

“That’s all I need.”

Elle laid a hand on his shoulder and, this time Charlie didn’t flinch, instead leaning against him and burying his face in the other’s neck. Elle used one hand to keep pressure on his wounds and the other came up to card through his hair. He melted into the others touch. Elle wondered how long it had been since someone had touched him gently without intent to hurt him. It had clearly been too long.

“I promise I won’t let you die. I won’t hurt you, I know you might not believe me now but, I mean it, I promise.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 10, “I’m scared.”

tw: recapture, threats, death mention

“I’m scared,” Whumpee whispered.

“Shh.”

When they heard the sound of footsteps they clung to Whumpee impossibly tighter. “Don’t move,” Caretaker whispered.

The footsteps grew louder. “I know you’re here, whumpee. You can only hide from me for so long.” Now the footsteps were closer. Caretaker clamped a hand over Whumpee’s mouth to keep them from crying out.

Whumper continued. “If you reveal yourself now, I might let your dear Caretaker live.”

Whumpee stiffened in Caretaker’s grip and Caretaker gritted their teeth.

None of this was supposed to happen. Whumper was supposed to be dead, but here they were, haunting them like a living nightmare.

They heard the sound of the closet door opening, and Whumper sighed in disappointment. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they found them.

Whumpee squeezed they eyes shut and went completely still. The room went deathly silent and when they opened their eyes, Whumper was staring right at them.

“Found you.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 7: Unsteady, “You look pale.”

tw: implied injury, loss of consciousness

“You look pale.”

“I’m fine,” the other hissed through gritted teeth. They were in fact, not fine, but they couldn’t afford to rest. Not now.

They rolled their eyes. “You’re not ‘fine’, Whumpee. God, you like you’re like you’re about to pass out.”

By now whumpee’s vision was beginning to blur. “I’m. Fine,” they spat.

The other’s face twisted and warped as their vision spun. They gripped the table until their knuckles were white, but that didn’t stop them from falling.

“Whumpee!”

Their companion’s voice was faint. They felt someone grab their arm but by then they were already falling. Whumpee’s head hit the floor and then everything went black.

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 1: Distress Call

tw: implied kidnapping, possessive whumper, failed escape attempt, drugging

Whumpee stood at the payphone and dialed the number. They took another wary glance behind them. They didn’t have much time before Whumper caught up with them and there was only one person they felt like they could call.

They took a deep breath. “Caretaker?”

They heard frantic noises on the other end of the line, as if Caretaker had knocked something over.

“Whumpee? Whumpee, is that it you?”

“Yeah, I don’t have a lot of time. I’m near Fourth Street. I can’t… I can’t stay in one place for long, they’ll find me.”

Caretaker’s voice was frantic on the other end of the phone. “What? Who is ‘they’? What are you talking about?”

“It’s Whumper, just… please come get me. I’m scared.”

Simply saying their name made Whumpee shiver. They glanced behind them again, they were alone… for now.

Caretaker sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”

Whumpee could only pray they got there in time. “Please hurry,” they said in a small voice.

“I will.”

There was a click and the other hung up. Whumpee leaned against the alley wall and closed their eyes. They hoped Whumper wouldn’t find them. They’d barely even managed to get away, Whumpee didn’t know what Whumper would do if they found them, but they knew it wouldn’t be good.

“You know they won’t get here in time.”

Whumpee jumped. They knew that voice too well, far too well. When they opened their eyes they saw Whumper standing beside them, leaning casually against the alley wall.

Whumpee scrambled backwards, nearly tripping over their own feet in their panic. “Just leave me alone, please,” they begged.

“Now why would I do that?”

Whumper quickly closed the distance between them, tilting Whumpee upwards and forcing them to look them in the eyes.

Whumpee flinched back violently. “Don’t touch me!”

They stroked the other’s cheek fondly, ignoring Whumpee’s obvious panic. “Oh, whumpee, when will you learn? You’re never getting away from me.”

“Get off me, get off me!”

They shoved Whumper and continued scrambling backwards, but their back hit the wall.

Whumper shook their head and continued prowling towards them, pinning them against the wall. “It seems you’ve forgotten your place, Whumpee. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home.”

They noticed the rag in Whumper’s hand too late. They struggled when Whumper pressed the rag against their mouth and noise, but they ultimately had nowhere to go.

“Please, please no,” they whispered.

But by then the chemicals were already making their vision go blurry. Whumper said something but they couldn’t make out the words, their mind was foggy. The last thing they remembered before passing out was falling into Whumper’s arms.

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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“Your cooperation would be appreciated.”

The hero scoffed. “You say that like I have a choice.”

Villain smiled, their smile as sharp as knives. “You don’t, but it would a lot of work to clean your blood off the floorboards.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2023, #whumprilday1, #red alert)

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Keep reading

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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“I’m scared.”

“Hi scared, I’m Dad.” The other simply stared at them and Hero facepalmed. “I’m sorry, force of habit.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Memories

Everything hurt. They couldn’t think and all they could hear was the buzz of unintelligible voices. There was a thick fog in their head that kept them confined to a dreamlike state.

Eventually, the hero managed to fight through the fog and open their eyes. They were immediately assaulted by bright fluorescent lights, worsening their already throbbing headache. They shut their eyes. The voices were gradually becoming more clear now. One voice, however, stood out as prominent.

“Hero?”

They didn’t recognize the voice.

“Hero!”

Louder this time. They could feel hands shaking their shoulders.

They opened their eyes again, and, this time, the lights were more bearable, though their vision was still too blurry to make out the room. The voices sounded more frantic now.

“They’re awake!”

They could feel arms wrapping around them now, pulling them so that they were sitting up. When Hero blinked a few times their vision gradually became clearer.

They were sitting on a bed in a small room. There was a tall man in front of them with short, dark hair.

The man when he realized they were awake. “You gave me quite a scare, getting injured like that."

“W-who are you?”

An unreadable expression spread across his face. “You don’t remember me?” Hero shook their head. “Do you remember anything?”

They hesitated for a moment. It seemed there was something just out of reach that the Hero couldn’t put their finger on. They finally gave up and shook their head. “No.”

“Unfortunate.” That unreadable expression was back. It felt familiar in an odd sort of way. It made the hero nervous. “My name is Supervillain.”

They felt like they’d heard the name before but didn’t know when or how. They shook their head. It felt as if they hit a wall every time they tried to delve into their memories. “Supervillain…”

Hero shook their head and groaned. It was as if a wall blocked them anytime they tried to go back. “I can’t remember anything.”

Supervillain ran a gentle hand through Hero's hair. That unreadable expression was back. “Don’t fret, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”

Their tone of voice jogged something in Hero’s memory, a single name.

Villain.

They had no idea what the name meant, but it was something. Everything would come back to them eventually, they hoped.

Supervillain smiled at them hesitantly and rubbed their back. “I suppose you’ve forgotten a lot, haven’t you? Perhaps showing you around the place would jog your memory.”

Hero took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, that might help me remember something.”

“Excellent.”

Supervillain offered Hero a hand, helping them off the bed. Supervillain beamed. Hero wanted to remember, but secretly, Supervillain hoped they never would.

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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“Are you prepared to die, Hero?” Villain asked, their weapon pressed against the hero’s throat.

“Fuck yeah, I wanted to die anyway.”

The Villain groaned and dropped they weapon. “I’m not doing this.”

A look of confusion creeped onto Hero’s face. “Huh—“

“I can’t deal with you right now,” Villain exclaimed. They were walking away, now. It seemed they’d completely given up on the fight. “Come back when you’ve got a therapist or a will to live.”

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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“God, you dated Supervillain? You really do have bad taste.”

“Hey,” The Villain stuttered, “That was a long time ago. And, besides my tastes has improved, I’m dating you now.”

Hero laughed. “That just proves my point.”

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