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Words to describe someone’s voice
adenoidal (adj) : some of the sound seems to come through their nose.
appealing (adj): voice shows that you want help, approval, or agreement.
breathy (adj): with loud breathing noises.
booming (adj): very loud and attention-getting.
brittle (adj): if you speak in a brittle voice, you sound as if you are about to cry.
croaky (adj): they speak in a low, rough voice that sounds as if they have a sore throat.
grating (adj): a grating voice, laugh, or sound is unpleasant and annoying.
gravelly (adj): a gravelly voice sounds low and rough.
high-pitched (adj): true to its name, a high-pitched voice or sound is very high.
honeyed (adj): honeyed words or a honeyed voice sound very nice, but you cannot trust the person who is speaking.
matter-of-fact (adj): usually used if the person speaking knows what they are talking about (or absolutely think they know what they are talking about).
penetrating (adj): a penetrating voice is so high or loud that it makes you slightly uncomfortable.
raucous (adj): a raucous voice or noise is loud and sounds rough.
rough (adj): a rough voice is not soft and is unpleasant to listen to.
shrill (adj): a shrill voice is very loud, high, and unpleasant.
silvery (adj): this voice is clear, light, and pleasant.
stentorian (adj): a stentorian voice sounds very loud and severe.
strangled (adj): a strangled sound is one that someone stops before they finish making it.
strident (adj): this voice is loud and unpleasant.
thick (adj): if your voice is thick with an emotion, it sounds less clear than usual because of the emotion.
tight (adj): shows that you are nervous or annoyed.
toneless (adj): does not express any emotion.
wheezy (adj): a wheezy noise sounds as if it is made by someone who has difficulty breathing.
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Whumptober 2021
Welcome to Whumptober 2021! May the Whump be with you :)
To all of you who participated last year - we have changed a few of the rules, but overall things have stayed the same. To everyone new: WELCOME!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. We wish you all the fun!
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I love how all of the Batman villains are like “ah he’s not at the manor, it’s defenseless! and then alfred just racks an AK-47 and is like pull up bitch
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Whump Tropes: Threats
Everyone loves a good threat, they come in so many flavors.
Whumper silencing Whumpee’s babbling or screaming with a knife to their lips. A small smile when Whumpee flinches.
“If you keep trying to squirm away from me, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”
Whumper lightly tapping a hammer against Whumpee’s kneecaps.
“Remind me, are you right or left-handed?”
“Tsk tsk, you remember what happened last time you tried that, don’t you?”
Whumper tossing a handful of ‘stalker photos’ of Whumpee’s loved ones at them. Whumpee immediately obeying every command when it’s no longer just their life on the line.
“You always try to run. Well lucky for you, I’m a problem-solver. You need legs to run, right? So, what if I just…”
“Of course you want to be a good pet for me. I know you don’t want to end up like them.”
Whumper gripping Whumpee by the chin, digging in their nails when Whumpee refuses to answer the question.
“I’m going to break one bone every five minutes until you tell me where Caretaker is. Let’s start with your fingers. Count for me, would you?”
Whumper finally pulling away from a bleeding, exhausted Whumpee. Whumpee takes a small breath of relief until they see Whumper turn the knife on Caretaker instead.
Similarly, “Oh, you thought I was going to use this on you? No no, I want you to watch them scream today. You know what you have to do to make it stop.”
“Open your eyes! No - watch. I swear, I will cut off your fucking eyelids if I have to, but you are going to WATCH.”
Whumper gently dragging the tip of a knife along Whumpee’s thigh the moment they talk back to Whumper, giving them a moment to correct that pesky attitude of theirs.
“I’m going to give you ten seconds to stop struggling. Ten. Nine. Seven. Four…”
“Scream for me. That wasn’t nearly good enough. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”
Nothing like a good old-fashioned knife to the throat. How the Whumpee immediately stills, trying not to breathe as the blade bites into their skin.
“Trust me, daring. You don’t want to see me angry.”
“If you don’t eat this, I will force it down your throat one bite at a time. I have all day.”
Whumper quickly re-asserting dominance by pulling Whumpee’s head back by a fistful of hair.
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that supergirl lesbian kiss where the girls look like they are going to quit after that take is the polar opposite of the scene in brokeback where alma sees jack and ennis making out and heath ledger almost broke jake gyllenhaals nose
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Whumpmas in July (Day 26): A Memorable Moment
The question was "What's a memorable moment that gave you whumperflies?" A moment that never fails to give me whumperflies, no matter how many times I see it, is the opening scene to Batman: Under the Red Hood. I've been watching it intermittently for 8 or 9 years now. The movie itself is so angsty and tragic, but the opening has such a perfect balance of whumpiness and graphic details, while still ommitting aspects to make it watchable and allow the viewer to imagine the worst on their own. The individual viewer can imagine so much worse than what the writers/animators come up with. On a side note, the soundtrack for this movie is amazing. It's so vivid, and I can remember what's going on visually just by listening to the music. I'm attaching a link, but note that there's graphic torture and character death.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJCAAETRfc0&ab_channel=BatScenes
#whumpmasinjuly#whumpmas in july#wij21day26#wij#batman: under the red hood#jason todd#joker#robin#crowbars#beatings#kidnappings#too late#soundtrack#film geek
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Whumpmas in July (Day 25): Something you'd like to see more of
I'm rather new to the tumblr side of whump, but I know something that many people have spoken of is diversity in whump. There are tendencies for a lot of whumpees to come off the same, and whumpers may be following stereotypes (albeit less-so). Diversity in writing is something I really strongly advocate for, whether it's racial, sexuality, gender, differently-abled, financial, body type, or anything else. It's also nice to see really accurate medical recoveries, although I understand that the reality of long-term illnesses are often less fun to read and write about, take a lot of research, and read as much heavier, even if they're important.
#whumpmasinjuly#whumpmas in july#wij#rachel rambles#diversity#diversity in writing#rachel for representation#wij21day25
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Whumpmas in July (Day 24): "I can't"
In today's piece, we have Colby returning, but the focus is more on his partner, Wesley. Wesley is faced with a difficult choice in the line of duty.
CW's: bullet wounds, bleeding out, terrorism, character death
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“Oh shit,” Colby murmured. Wesley crouched back down behind the reception desk as bullets whizzed by. He started reloading his gun, but he had that in muscle memory, so he snuck a glance at Colby. He dropped the magazine.
Colby was leaning against the desk, trying to hold back the flow of blood as his hand turned bright red. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain as he pushed his palm against his own chest. Wesley slapped his own hands over Colby’s, and Colby groaned in pain.
“Ow,” He panted. Wesley feared how pale his partner’s face already was. He felt sick. Not that the blood was anything new, and he wasn’t squeamish, but because they didn’t have time for this, and Colby was bleeding too much.
“I need to check,” Wesley said, and Colby nodded, still not opening his eyes. Wesley carefully eased the pressure off of the bullet wound, and blood oozed out in large gulps. Wesley quickly covered it back up.
“Fuck..,” Wesley listened for the bullets, and he realized they’d stopped firing. The terrorists had stopped. Were they trying to flank them? Wesley needed to get Colby somewhere safe.
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“Fuck! Colby! I need you to hold it,” Wesley pressed Colby’s hands down on the bullet wound in his chest, but every time he tried to let go, Colby couldn’t keep the pressure, and blood gushed around his fingers. Wesley glanced at the bomb. Even the terrorists had already run off. They didn’t have time for this. There wasn’t enough time.
“Colby. Colby, please!” Wesley begged. Colby bit his lip and tried to keep his hand in place. Wesley’s watch buzzed with a two-minute warning. He looked around. He could probably get Colby outside, but he wouldn’t have time to disarm the bomb. The civilians upstairs were oblivious to the massive bomb in the parking deck— the bomb with enough power to take down the building. Wesley looked at Colby one more time, hoping his calculation was wrong, but he knew from the paleness in his partner’s cheeks that he was right. If he let go for more than 30 seconds, Colby would bleed out.
“Fuck..,” Wesley cried. He rocked forward on his knees. No. He couldn’t leave his best friend. He wouldn’t. Colby had done the same math, and he stared up at Wesley. 13 years as partners, and Wesley had only seen Colby scared a handful of times. Colby was terrified. He slipped a hand out from under Wesley’s hand and weakly pawed at his wrist.
“Wes… stay..,” Colby begged. Wesley shook his head. Tears reached the end of his face and fell onto Colby. He couldn’t stay. He had to go. He had to save the building— the civilians. There were dozens.
“I’m sorry,” Wesley cried. “I can’t.” Colby managed to grip his sleeve, wetting it with blood. Colby held on as tightly as he could, but Wesley pried it off, stabbing himself in the heart with each finger lost. He gasped in a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Please,” Colby pleaded, but it came out as a mere whisper. Wesley sobbed. He leaned on his knees. His hands came away from the wound. Wesley pressed his wet hand against his face. It felt like this wasn’t happening. He ran for the bomb.
Wesley fell to his knees in front of the bomb, and he looked it over. The wiring was cruddy. The bombers hadn’t expected to be caught. Wesley popped his flip knife with shaking hands. He fumbled with the wires. 30 seconds left.
Wesley got the one he needed, and he didn’t overthink anything before he cut it. If he died, he’d go with Colby. He was almost disappointed the timer turned off. Wesley waited two long seconds to make sure the bomb was actually disarmed, and then he sprinted back to Colby, almost tripping himself as he overstretched his gait.
Wesley slid to a stop on his knees and smacked his hands back over Colby’s wound. Colby didn’t make a noise. He didn’t move at all. “Colby! Colby, please! I’m back! I’m here!”
Wesley leaned all his weight onto him, trying to staunch the bleeding, but he wasn’t even sure the blood was still pumping. He removed his fingers just long enough to check Colby’s neck. No pulse.
#whumpmas in july#whumpmasinjuly#wij#wij21day24#whump prompt#my ocs#my writing#colby kaye#wesley reed#bleeding out#whumplr#drabble#bullet wounds#impossible choices
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Whumpmas in July (Day 23): IRL Whump Friends?
Do I have any irl whump friends? Sadly, no. Maybe a sum total of three irl friends know that I even write whump, and sometimes I have friends with whumpy tendencies, but if I try to suss out their level of interest, it turns out that thye aren't truly interested in whump. I hope to one day have friends who support my whump. I once wrote a somewhat whumpy piece for a creative writing class, and it was A) terrifying and B) by far the best piece I wrote that semester
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Whumpmas in July (Day 22): Favorite Memories
I don't think I have one specific memory that comes to mind, but I always enjoy volleying ideas off one another in servers. Someone comes up with an idea, and everyone makes it whumpier in a beautiful way. It's a kind of spontaneous co-writing that I really appreciate.
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Whumpmas in July (Day 21): Secret
Ooh, if there’s one trope I love, it’s forbidden relationships. They’re so ripe with angst and whump. Rose has been one of my earliest OC’s. I used to rp her with Batman characters, but she’s grown into a character on her own right. Colby is also relatively new, and he’s a detective who can be too bold for his own good.
CW: forbidden relationship, minor kissing, mild whump, emotional angst, forced to hurt someone
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Colby tugged Rose into the broom closet and pushed her against the wall. “Hey babe,” He greeted, and then he kissed her. Rose furrowed her brow, and she pushed him back.
“Where did you come from? And why are you dressed up as a janitor?” She demanded.
Colby shrugged. “Work.” Rose scoffed.
“Yeah, ok. Are you trying to get us caught?!”
“I just missed you,” Colby said, and this time she let him kiss her. She squeezed his hand.
“I missed you too,” Rose admitted. She listened for anyone outside. “There’s too many of my father’s men around. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Fine,” Colby rolled his eyes. He wasn’t actually upset. They both knew they’d be toast if anyone discovered she was dating a special agent, but he could pretend. “I’ll catch you later.”
“Yeah. Bye,” Rose said. Colby reached for the door, and then he paused.
“So what business were you doing for him in Chicago?”
“Ha,” Rose huffed. “Cute.” Colby smiled sheepishly.
“I had to try.”
“No work talk,” Rose reminded. “And don’t get caught.”
Colby pouted at her. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught either.” and then he slipped out.
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“We caught a nark rooting around,” One of father’s enforcers huffed. Rose felt her stomach drop, but she forced her face to remain neutral.
“Oh?” She asked. Her mind flitted through inconspicuous ways to get more attention. “My father must be pissed.”
“Oh he is,” The enforcer whistled. “Some of the guys are working on softening him up so we can weed out what he’s figured out so far. We don’t know who he reports to, either.”
“How did he get in?” Rose asked.
“Posing as janitorial staff. Mr. Cheney wants to fire all of them.”
“Are you sure they knew?” Rose questioned. Colby always pushed his superiors to keep everyone around him safe. He hated the collateral damage that came with their line of work, and he was one of the ones inside of the law.
“I’m pretty sure pennies would be a pay raise over what they normally get, so the cops would be dumb to not bribe the janitors for a way in.”
“Yeah, that’s fair,” Rose forced herself to say. She perked up, as if her phone had buzzed, and she pulled it out of her pocket, checking it. Luckily, she always had an array of notifications on her screen, so she managed to excuse herself. “Ah shit. I forgot an appointment. See you later!”
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Rose shifted foot to foot in the elevator, praying no one would see her. She held her master key in one hand and her phone in the other. She’d have to delete the log of her unlocking the door immediately after she did it, so she had her back-end console access pulled up already. The doors dinged. They opened.
The hallway wasn’t empty. There were a handful of men on guard, and Rose recognized her father’s personal bodyguard, Gianni. But shit— she was already here, and leaving suddenly would be suspicious. She walked forward, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall. Her legs felt like jelly as she made it to Gianni. He didn’t ask why she was there— bless him.
“He’s in one of his moods again. The nark had bad timing,” Gianni murmured. The door remained cracked open, and Rose heard her father’s angry voice. She worried what was behind it, but she needed to show a reason for being here. Rose slipped inside.
Colby was a bloody mess. Blood streaked down his face from his nose and a cut on his temple. His cheekbone showed the beginning signs of bruising, and his clothes were rumpled and dirty. He sat cuffed in a chair, and the furniture in the room had been pushed to the corners to clear out an area for the man.
Colby’s face morphed with surprise at the sight of his girlfriend, but he tried to cover it up as Roman Cheney turned to look at her. He adjusted the rings on his fingers. “Ah. Dear…”
Rose smelled the alcohol on his breath. He only drank when something major bothered him, and as terrible as this was, she didn’t think Colby could be the sole cause. As her father looked at her expectantly, her brain fumbled for a cause.
“I ran into a cop at the coffee shop last week— just wanted to check if it was the same guy,” She lied. Sort of. She had seen a cop at a coffee shop out of her way, and it was Colby, but no, that wasn’t why she was here. Roman looked between her and Colby.
“Is it?”
“No,” Rose rocked onto the front of her feet and then set back. “Sorry to interrupt.” She stepped back toward the door.
“No, no,” Her father waved his hand flippantly. “I told you I wanted you to get more involved in my affairs. Come! Soften this nobody up.” Rose glanced at Colby warily.
“Um… you know I don’t like to get my hands dirty,” Rose started slowly. Roman brushed the rejection off, already pulling his rings off his fingers. He grabbed Rose’s hands and transferred them to her much smaller fingers. She tried to pull away. “I really don’t want to get—“
“Shh! Blow some steam!” Roman encouraged. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of Colby, and then he stepped back. “Punch him.”
“What?”
“Give him a little punch. You know how,” Roman prodded. Rose fidgeted with the rings. Colby stared up at her. Rose looked over her shoulder at her father, who was waiting patiently. Even in his drunken state, he’d be able to recognize something was amiss. Rose’s arm felt heavier than usual as she lifted it up. She forced herself to steady the slight shake.
Rose punched Colby in the face. The punch was rather weak, and honestly, it probably didn’t hurt him much except for the bulky rings. Colby just glanced up at her. Roman apparently noticed that. “Come on! What do I pay your personal trainer for?!”
“I—“ Rose started an excuse, but then she just punched him again. This time still felt weak. Roman grumbled and took hold of Rose’s closed fist. She tried to cover up. “I just haven’t punched anyone for real before. I’m overthinking it.”
Roman hummed in thought and looked around the room. He brightened with an idea. Rose watched him move toward a dismantled cubicle, and she managed a mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’ to Colby. He shook his head. They needed to keep their cover.
Roman got to the desk and grabbed the keyboard drawer. He tugged on it, and after some jiggling, he actually broke the whole thing off of the desk. He dumped the office supplies out as he walked back to Rose and presented it to her. “Here! Just swing and commit to it. It’ll feel easier.”
Rose stared at him. She couldn’t hit Colby with this. Even at a low speed, the particle board could hurt him. She tentatively took the drawer in her hands, turning it over to display the flat side. Roman still waited for her to hit him, appearing genuinely entertained by today’s violence. She knew he wasn’t letting her get out of this.
Rose lifted her hands a bit higher and shakily pulled the drawer back. Colby shut his eyes and turned his face away in anticipation. Rose swung the drawer as hard as she could.
The cheap building material burst upon hitting his face, splitting in half. Colby yelled in pain.The far half clattered onto the floor a second later, and Rose clutched her half far too tightly. Colby’s cheek flared red from the impact. Rose wanted to be sick. She wanted to touch Colby’s face and nurse the bruises better, as she’d done so many times before, under the secret of anonymity and shady meeting spots. She wanted to kiss it better.
“See? Wasn’t that better?” Roman demanded, and he took the half out of Rose’s grip. He used it to backhand Colby, and a fresh stream of blood soon leaked from his nose. Roman tossed the debris aside and clapped his hand down on his daughter’s shoulder. “Atta girl. Now, why don’t you run along? Go get a manicure for these soft hands. It’s on me.”
Roman lifted Rose’s hands to his face and kissed them before taking his rings back from her. “This young rascal and I here still have some business to attend to. In fact, he still hasn’t told me his name. Can you believe that?! I’ll just keep asking.”
The captured man’s name pressed against Rose’s lips, but she knew to keep it in. Colby.
#wij21day21#whumpmas in july#Colby Kaye#Rose Isley#Roman Cheney#Gianni#Gianni the bodyguard#my ocs#my oc#my writing#forbidden love#forbidden relationship#whump#undercover#caught#drunk fathers#blunt force trauma#punching with rings
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Whumpmas in July (Day 20): Personal Whump Roles
Today’s question asked about if I identify with one character role in whump. I’d say not really. I feel like I could consider myself a whumpee due to mental health and chronic illnesses, but that feels mundane. When I rp, I’m often fine playing the whumper, but it almost feels like compensation because I aim to be as kind and compassionate as possible with the people in my life. That being said, I do also get some caretaker action. I am 100% the mom friend. I have everything my friends might need, I will drop everything to support them, and I’ll be damned if someone in the same car as me doesn’t have a seatbelt on (it doesn’t matter if I’m driving or not). I caretake friends to the best of my ability, but I also do try to give them space if that’s what they need.
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