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demondamage · 1 year

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I want a whumpee who is fucking bulked, ripped, and could fold whumper like a fucking omelet in a fair fight.

Because whumper knows this, and they know to make sure whumpee never gets that fair fight. They know how long their chain is, and how to stay just one step back, taunting whumpee the whole time.

#This post is made by a strong guy who would like to be whumped #please and thank you #twink bodies are great but so are big bodies and i need to draw more because i love them #whump #whump prompt

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befuddled-calico-whump · 5 months

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cw: aftermath of whump, implied abuse, fantasy slavery, violence, manhandling.

based on this prompt by @howls-ghost

"Trite details bore me. I'll leave it to you to complete, and complete quickly," said Prince Acacius.

"I've had enough of your dimwitted blathering. See yourself to the door," said Prince Acacius.

"Remember your place," said Prince Acacius.

Laith was sick of it. Sick of the arrogant little brat prancing around the palace like he was already king. They hated Acacius and his cold, dismissive attitude. The spoiled twat didn't know a thing about running a kingdom, and wouldn't know humility if it bit him on the nose.

The only reason the country wasn't already in ruins was due to the competence of Laith and the rest of the high council. Even the regent, as good a man he was, was taken out of commission by Acacius, forced to keep the aloof young man at his side at all hours for supposed education. Not that Laith believed Acacius absorbed any of it. He was a horrid prince, and he'd make a horrid king.

And Laith intended to do something about it.

It started as something small and reasonable; a daydream about teaching the prince a lesson, of having him whipped for insolence, or beaten in the streets, or simply pushed off the balcony.

But none of those were realistic dreams, and none of those were enough. Acacius needed a punishment that would stick, something scarring, something humiliating.

The thoughts danced across Laith's mind through all their waking hours, turning sharper and more creative with every insult from the rotten prince.

But then, they thought, why bother with a mere punishment? Why not be rid of the arrogant heir for good? Death was too quick for his poisoned heart, but there were alternatives. Slavers in the West and enemies in the North, and either faction would jump at the chance to own the pretty prince. Should Laith's goal be realized, it would do more than sate their need for justice; it would spare the kingdom from a heartless ruler.

They'd lock him in a cell with no sunlight for a year. They'd remove his acrid tongue, put out his disdainful eyes, somehow they'd hurt him in a way that mattered.

They took their time making the arrangements; letters delivered in secret, coded messages, quiet plans and plots to cover the prince's upcoming disappearance. At last, the hour was drawing near. At last, Acacius would get all that he deserved.

But of course, Laith would have their fun with him first.

They came upon the royal in the dead of night. Laith had been making note of Acacius's movements, and by now they knew to expect the young man's midnight journey to the library. Too good to be seen there in daylight hours, when servants were dusting and lesser lords were reading. Too good to even peruse the shelves alongside those he deemed as unworthy.

Laith fell upon the prince as soon as he reached the library doors, wrapping their arm tight around a torso clad in a loose silk shirt, their other hand clamped over Acacius's mouth to dampen his startled cry. The prince made fearful noises beneath their hand, but there was no time to savor the sound. Laith knew they must move swiftly or risk alerting the night watch.

They slammed the prince's head into the heavy oak door behind him. Once, twice, and then their royal prisoner's struggling lessened. Laith forced him to the ground, stuffing a wad of cloth into his mouth and tying it in place with a cord. That same cord trailed down from the prince's head to wind around his wrists, then back up again to circle his throat, forming a makeshift collar and leash to better Laith's control of him. He tugged harshly at the rope, and the dazed prince stumbled to his feet, whimpering softly from behind the gag.

There was no haughtiness in his eyes, only something meek and fearful. It was nearly enough to make Laith second-guess their plans, but their memories of the man they knew Acacius to be strengthened their resolve.

They would not fall for this docile ruse. They knew the truth.

Laith delved deeper into the castle, making for one of the secret passages in the stone that would lead them outside the keep. There was a cottage at the edge of the woods, overlooking the river that ran alongside the castle's walls. A peasant girl had sighted it after Laith offered her a penny to find a covert location. It was perfect; well away from anyone who could hear them, and the river would make an easy path for the slavers' skiff.

They hauled Acacius into the cottage, unable to resist giving the prince a sharp kick in the back that sent him tumbling to the ground. The slavers weren't set to arrive until just before sunrise. Laith had nearly an hour to get revenge for every petty insult that had ever been flung their way.

Laith dropped a knee into the prince's chest, holding his head in place while he removed the gag.

Acacius's eyes were teary and pleading, but Laith refused to let the act sway them. If anything, it only fueled their fire. How dare this impudent brat act like this was unearned? Now safe behind a closed door, Laith let their fury burn, raining fists and kicks down on the prince's helpless form, relishing every muffled cry. No, they shouldn't be muffled. They wanted to hear Acacius plead for mercy.

"N-nnh please... Please don't," the shaky words left Acacius's throat with the balled-up cloth. Laith answered him with another blow, and the prince squeezed his eyes shut. When they opened again, there was a distant look to them, tears trickling from the corners.

No matter. Soon they'd be rid of him for good.

Small whimpers and gasps left Acacius's throat as Laith continued the beating, but aside from a few weak pleas, the prince didn't speak, or even look their way. Like he was only waiting for it to end. Their blows slowed, the enjoyment fading as the royal seemed to detach himself from the moment. Laith huffed. Even bound and beaten, Acacius was still ruining their day.

Ignoring the blank look on the prince's face, Laith drew their knife, cutting away Acacius's clothing. Even if that didn't get a reaction, it served the practical purpose of making things a shade easier on the slavers.

The prince lay very still, his breaths small and shaky as Laith removed the ruined clothing. And underneath the silk... Laith was unprepared for what was underneath the silk.

Old bruises covered Acacius's torso, scars layered beneath, some fresher than others. The wounds didn't stop there; more scars scattered the prince's legs, some framed in a sickly yellow-green.

"What is this?" Laith whispered, the question half-directed at themselves. Acacius didn't answer, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that looked glazed over.

Seeing another wound on their prisoner's shoulder, this one oddly shaped, Laith grabbed Acacius's upper arm and rolled him onto his stomach. The prince answered the action with a startled cry.

"N-no, please, please don't---"

"Shut up," Laith hissed, taking in the prince's back. It seemed the brat had been whipped before, and on more than one occasion by the looks of it. They couldn't say whether the dark feeling welling up in them was more akin to pity, or bitterness that they hadn't been able to witness the lashings themselves.

Starker than the whip scars was the image burned into Acacius's back. An intricate pattern, asymmetrical and varied in color, like its artist had begun months or even years ago and was still perfecting it. The newest mark was still a bright, skinless red, as if it had been smouldering mere hours ago.

Laith let out a disgusted sigh, turning their back on the sniveling prince. It seemed Acacius had been getting what he'd deserved for some time now, but it had done little to improve his attitude. Who had done this to him? Could it have been the regent? Why was pity seeping into them, like poison from a soured wound?

Acacius didn't deserve their pity. Wounded or not, he still paraded the palace ground like a bejeweled goose, hissing and biting at anyone he seemed lesser.

But why? came a small voice inside them. Why put on such an arrogant mask?

It didn't matter. Wounded or not, the prince should have better respected Laith and their peers.

There was a sharp rap on the door, and Laith pushed it open an inch to peer out into the darkness. A pale woman with a shaved head stood on the other side, wearing clothing that was clearly foreign, despite its simplicity.

"Here to collect your gift?" they said, and the woman smiled.

"Aye. The North'll pay a pretty penny for your little heir."

"Wonderful," Laith said, but the word felt insincere. They couldn't let themselves doubt their plans now, the deed was nearly done. They opened the door further. "Take him then. Let's have this over with."

Acacius lay still on the ground, though his hands were trembling. He'd ceased his begging and was now crying softly and hells, Laith couldn't stand to hear it.

They bent over the prince, grabbing a fistful of his hair and roughly stuffing the gag back into his mouth to muffle that damned pathetic noise.

"Take him," they said again, more insistently. "Take him and be gone."

"S'wrong with his back?"

"I don't know." Laith shook their head. "Take him."

"Not a word of me," they said. "You'll make a fortune off him, all I ask is my name and face remain unknown."

"Alright, alright." The woman seized the rope, the leash Laith had formed, and tugged on it, forcing the prince to his feet. Acacius's eyes were teary and pleading, but Laith turned their back on him.

"Your wish is my command," the woman chuckled, leading the prince towards the rocky shore, where her boat lay waiting. A sob escaped Acacius as he passed the threshold.

"Wait." Hells, what were they saying? They wanted nothing more to do with the royal. They needed him gone, but when the prince turned back to look at them, the flash of hope in his eyes wrenched in their gut.

Those damned eyes. Those haughty, arrogant, judging eyes.

"Remember your place," said Prince Acacius.

"Nevermind," Laith said quickly. "Go. Get him out of here."

The woman tugged on the leash, nearly causing the bound royal to stumble. Fresh tears wet Acacius's cheeks, but Laith looked away, pretended not to see.

They could pretend a lot of things. Surprise at the prince's sudden disappearance, sorrow and outrage at his captivity in the enemy North. For themselves, they'd pretend they were satisfied, that they'd never seen Acacius's scars.

And as they watched the skiff disappear on the dark waters of the river, they pretended they had no regrets.

#:) we love some arrogant royal suffering #royal whump #anyways i can no way afford to make this a series lol so it'll probably sit at a one-off for a very long time (if i even write more at all)#ooh honestly if we wanna play a game of 'whump telephone' or pass the page or whatever someone else can write the next part #and then another person can write the next part #and so on #those are fun i do them with my sister sometimes #anyways GREAT prompt thank you howls-ghost #royal whumpee #captivity #past torture #whump fic #fantasy whump #beating #begging

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a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life · 1 year

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*sits down, while holding a bottle of soda from the movie theater*

I'll patiently wait for the fics about the Super Mario Bros Movie despicting Mario's aftermath of the whole ordeal, with the adrenaline wearing off and he processing all that happened. How close Luigi's death was if he didn't save him at the last minute, how much he was beaten up badly by everyone and how almost scorched himself (and Luigi) at the end. Knowing that everything came to be by being stubborn. Then coming to terms with not only his new separation anxiety, ptsd, and broken bones and bruises but with the realization that "Holy shit, all that happened in less than 48 hours."

*sips sprite*

I know some of you have him as your little skrunkly, blorbo, little fella and also adore and seek angst and whump like maniacs who finds pure pleasure and happinness in putting your favorite character through hell and back, twice even. Then, shall you all enjoy this and write your hearts content. ❤

#the super mario bros movie #mario bros #fanfic #ooooh my new hyperfixation is here #there is already 91 fics on ao3 but most of them are bowuigi and/or luigi centric #which is fine and great and amazing #that being said #i want to see mario's whump #i may have a crush on him #tbh #i blame mystar21_'s fanarts and the movie for making him a little silly polite and heroish fella who is full of brotherly love #i just want more content my brain needs the stimulation #let the 5'1 tall italian red plumber be tear apart by angsty shit #he deserves it / affectionable ❤#spoilers #super mario #i know you are out there person who saw the movie and got a massive brainrot about it and its itching to write something and post it on ao3 #and i will find you.#mario movie #the super mario movie spoilers

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 1 year

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Please tell me what you think of this cruel, cruel idea I had--

Whumpee has been Whumper's toy for years now, systematically broken and healed just to be broken again

After Whumper had broken them enough that they would disobey only in the smallest of ways (would cry when told to shut up when the pain got too much, something like that) but wouldn't fight Whumper any longer, they gave Whumpee one small mercy. One item of comfort.

And when Whumper finally tires of them, desiring to truly break someone again?

Whumpee is gifted to someone else. That someone else was told about the comfort item and decides, why should Whumpee have it? It will only make them disobedient.

So what do they do? They use that item against Whumpee. It could be a blanket or pillow, so often cuddled or used to hide in, now used to smother Whumpee or restrain them. A stuffed animal ripped apart and used as a gag. Something made of rock or stone heated and used to burn Whumpee over and over, you get the picture.

And then Whumpee is rescued, maybe even just requested for a visit by their old Whumper. And that Whumper gets to see their former whumpee go from skittish but obedient to absolutely terrified. And when, out of the kindness of their heart, they try to hand Whumpee their comfort item?

They get to hear them scream.

HEY THIS IS SO EVIL I LOVE IT

that stuffed animal one breaks my heart especially😭 I'm hugging my blahaj tight and pretending it's not real 😭(okay but it's so evil I adore it)

but hehe I love love love this kinda evilness!! taking the one small, good thing in whumpee's life and using it against them to the point it's tainted forever to them!! that is the good shit!!

but also it's so mean I would need like. some comfort stuff after this idk give the whumpee a hug?? a new comfort object that's different from the first?? my heart can't take this I'm too soft

anyways. may I add onto this with a list of other ideas :O

If the comfort object is something hard, then throw it at the whumpee!

the first whumper let them listen to some of their favorite music as a comfort? play it while whumpee is being tortured to condition them, and then turn it on whenever so they panic :)

serve the whumpee their favorite food, but poisoned or drugged to give them a bad time!

whumpee has a cozy oversized jacket with too-long sleeves? turn it into a straitjacket!

only let whumpee have their comfort object when whumper is nearby. watching whumpee. maybe taunting them, hurting them, until their comfort object is associated too much with whumper.

also for the post-visit/rescue stuff!!

first whumper is super confused, tries to place it in whumpee's hands. it doesn't go well!

first whumper taunts them once they realize what's going on, laughing at whumpee for being so scared of something they once adored

whumpee is scared that first whumper is going to use their comfort object against them as well

if it's post rescue, caretaker holds their shaking hands, asks them what's wrong, and gives them a nice hug :D

caretaker helping whumpee find a new comfort object!!

whumpee feeling secure that their important and meaningful possessions are safe, and no one's going to use those against them

#whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #sadistic whumper #thank you prompt-bearing anon!! I always love it when one of you guys shows up in my inbox #your ideas are great I need to use this trope more #my prompts #<- cuz of the stuff at the end #actually I think I did kinda do that with isaac #oc isaac #for the upcoming rant #an aspect of isaac's character I haven't really talked about on this blog. is the machina flower #before he was immortal the machina flower was basically his favorite flower #he adored it he loved the fragrance and he had vases full of the flowers #and then when he sacrificed his old life to become immortal. well the machina waa part of that #and now the smell of the flower makes him sick because it smells like death #and if he touches a machina flower then it'll kill him #he's okay with the sacrifice but you know #had to do it for the symbolism <2 #shoutout to my bestie btw for coming up with like half of this idea lmao #anyways that was a tag rant #I love dispensing OC lore in tag rants

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missxoier · 1 year

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Dude what the fuck with the new Shazam trailer?? ☠️☠️

It's like... Damn it seems that Freddy will have more prominence and I'm excited BECAUSE HE LOOKS VERY ANGST AND IS IT LIKELY TO BE KIDNAPPED??? WHAT

#I AM GENUINELY EAGER TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS IN THE MOVIE OMG #I can see the anguish Billy and his entire family will have in this #Thank God for that I love tragedy even if I suffer with them #I hope to make some great fanfics when the movie comes out because you can never have enough whump for Freddy #shazam #shazam movie #freddy freeman

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set-phasers-to-whump · 11 months

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Day 4: Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies!

ok I talk and write about this show a lot so this will not exactly come as a surprise but. babylon berlin!! especially in the first two seasons the whump is basically continuous and even when gereon isn’t actively being hurt he’s still generally kind of sad and miserable and he’s so cute and so much bad stuff happens to him and overall it’s just lovely :) my personal favorite whumpy episodes are 2x03 and 2x08 - in 2x03 we get a great flashback to a really traumatic event and then gereon gets on a plane for the first time and Suffers, and in 2x08 there’s a fantastic water rescue scene, drama and pain on top of a moving train, and a lovely emotional breakdown. here’s a list of the first three seasons’ whump if anyone’s interested!!

#whumpmasinjuly2023 #wij23day4 #i say things #there’s also evidently a fourth season which is hidden from the world for unknown reasons #or it’s hidden from the legal streaming service world #very easy to find elsewhere #though the site I found it on shows quite low ratings for the episodes lol #we will see. but the three seasons on Netflix are so so so good #I fucking love this show ok #and the books it’s based on are also great. while we’re here.#there’s a lot of good whump in them that’s not in the show #in one of them gereon ends up in like the wilderness delirious with fever and gets cared for by this guy that lives out there #it’s great #anyway enough from me. but if you haven’t watched this show yet go do it I prommy it’s worth it <3

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painsthegame · 2 years

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Movies: “What you’re feeling is you dizzy from massive blood loss because she stabbed you fifteen minutes ago!”

The massive blood loss:

#whump #blood #whump scenes #whump memes #yes this is an actual line that cut to an actual photo #whump media #whump movies #tw: blood #i hate when they skip over great whump content #full commit plsss #i love this movie but good lord did you not have the budget for anything but ketchup?

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sadisthetic · 2 years

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p.s. the place Jay is tossed in the ship in Skybound is a normal place for pirate ships -- a gated trap door to the cargo hold under the deck. I don't know how much it happened in real life but in pirate media prisoners are often tossed down there

you know i did do some cursory research trying to find out what that fucking hole was and that is what i figured. its a hatch to a storage space/for ventillation. but a part of me is like. THATS A SO IMPRACTICAL THO? bc if not mistaken its a perfectly cut square hole just right in the deck. did they for reals make holds like that? transporting goods and supplies in and out of that would be SUCH a pain. isnt a sailors life hard enough? google did not show me spaces that were made like That but also i didnt look too hard. sure havent seen any pirate media tho so like i do have no idea. but if its true and its real my point stands

THE DESIGN SUCKS. ITS JUST A PLAIN SQUARE HOLE IN THE FLOOR. GREAT FOR PRISONERS CERTAINLY BUT FOR STORAGE? GET SOME STAIRS. A DOOR TO A HALLWAY WITH ACCESS TO STAIRS. ITS JUST A HOLE

#that being said its a great location for whump fodder like i will use it and want people to use it #and wouldnt actually change anything about it #just saying. it just seems Really Impractical. and designed just for throwing poor shmucks in #sirs this is a dedicated torture space #a jail cell #and you know what. thats great. i love torture #i will however still think about it tho. this is just a pit #anonymous #asks #jem.txt

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fandomsmeantheworldtome · 1 year

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Hello! Just stopping by to ask if you have any prompts for Renfield whump you’d like to see.

I love whump in general but my most favorite always been sick whump scenarios

#i would love to see Renfield experiencing sickness/fever/exhaustion more than anything #me and my needs for whump whenever i find a new fictional character to love #thank you for the ask #renfield whump #poison blood loss sleep deprivation and hiding injury are also great for me

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