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whumpbees · 4 months

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Whumpees in too small cages my Beloved <3

Make them scrunch in on themselves! No matter how they adjust they can't get comfortable- and sure, they Fit, but none of their limbs can stretch out. And than leave them in there for a while

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #stress positions #caged whumpee #cage whump

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whumpster-dumpster · 7 months

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Designer Whumper using their whumpee as a dress form. Whumpee straining to stay perfectly still, made to conform, constricted in a corset, embarrassed in lingerie, covered in pins and needles. Some dress forms are even made to steam or iron the outfit right on it, no pads and ironing boards necessary.

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #dehumanization #stress positions #needles #burns #clothing

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAD: Stress Positions

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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quins-whump-stuff · 1 year

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Whump writers: if you are ever trying to describe a stress position and aren't sure if your description is clear enough, and you either can't or don't wanna draw an accompanying art piece, may I suggest: online posing dolls (like what artists would use).

Just move the doll around and take a screenshot. Some websites even have features where the joints won't go past certain points that would make the pose unnatural or impossible (though they are usually a bit too limiting imo)

I personally used one of these when writing my "Dinner time" piece, to visualize the reach from various positions and such. Online posing dolls are just a a good tool for whump in my personal experience. Here are a few of my favorites:

JustSketchMe

SetPose

PoseMy.Art

#whump #whump tips #whump writing #whump writing tips #whump ideas #whumplr #stress position #stress positions

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 year

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Dryad Whump Ideas

masterlist

- Keep them in a dark cell/basement to deprive them of sunlight and weaken them

- Prune and shape their tree form into something more symmetrical and appealing, despite the pain it causes them

- Cut off limbs and study the regrowing process

- Bend their body into an unnatural shape and tie it in place, to encourage their tree to grow a certain way

- Body horror? Splice the limbs from other trees onto their bodies. Graft branches from different fruit trees onto a fruit tree Dryad to give yourself a more diverse harvest

- Keep a flower Dryad in a tiny windowbox, with hardly any room to move

- Leave a Dryad outside through the winter, forcing them into dormancy in order to stay alive

- Their regenerative abilities makes them perfect for experiments that would kill a human

- Masters with sadistic tendencies get away with practically everything---they're plants, not people

@rubyjewelqueen some ideas :)

#dryad whump #i have some more that ill post tomorrow probably too #whump prompts #fantasy whump #nonhuman whumpee #pet whump #pbu #violence tw #tw body horror #noncon body modification #tiny whump #stress positions

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unorganisedalienrubbish · 2 years

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Whump writing fact!

(From experience) once a whumpee has been let down from a stress position, it will feel like their joints don’t bend any other way. It can be painful (and sometimes almost impossible) for them to straighten their arms and legs. Like elbows and knees ‘crunching’ or making other audible sound, kinda stuff.

I’m not sure about all stress positions, but definitely ones where the arms and legs are bound tightly bent/closed. Hope this helps!

#whump #whump prompt #stress positions #bound limbs #I am okay this was for a cosplay/Halloween costume #guess who!#hint: they have one arm #hence the bound limbs

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fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors · 1 month

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Stress Positions dir. Theda Hammel (2024)

#Stress Positions #Theda Hammel #2024 #USA #Film poster #52 films by women #directed by women

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painsandconfusion · 2 years

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Mom: Can I look through your sketch book? I'd love to see what you've been drawing!

Me: *looks at sketchbook* uhm....

The sketchbook in question:

#whump #stress positions #i guess i can art if i try hard enough

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sunshiline-writes · 7 months

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Drabble: Good Dolls Don't Dream

More fucked up Drabble time from Sunny!!! uhh yeah this one's rough stay safe and heed warnings. CW: DEAD DOVE DON'T EAT, GORE, noncon body modifications (so so many), wire's through hands, stress positions, mentions of kidnapping, broken legs, whumpee is thought of and called a "doll" and "thing", stitching a person's mouth closed, some mouth gore I THINK I GOT EVERYTHING but if I didn't just let me know!

Eyelids fluttering, breaths came in short gasps as whumpee slept. Whumper always enjoyed watching Whumpee sleep. They were always so beautiful. But today they were immaculate, strung up against the wall like this. Hands above their head held up by the wire through their hands. The sight was beautiful, the wire wrapping from the hole in their palms between each finger, creating an intricate pattern as it weaved in and out of their hand.

Whumper had worked very hard to get the designs just right. The carvings in their skin, the wig stitched on, through their scalp. That was the worst part getting them to stay still enough to let them move the needle through the scalp. Then they had to start over because Whumpee had moved so much that the wig had gone on crooked.

They always knew how to make things so difficult. Whumpee made a noise as their eyes fluttered open. Their eyes looked at them blearily. Whumper carded a hand through the fake hair on their head pulling the stitches lightly. They were a bit angry and red at the edge of their scalp, Whumper would fix that later.

“Are you ready to be let down now darling?”

Whumpee let out a choked whine before answering. “Please.. I’m so tired.”

Whumper unhooked the chain that held the wires through Whumpee’s hand and let whumpee fall into them. Gently picking them up bridal style and carrying them to the bed. A mattress in the corner of the basement, and lays them down. They whimper as their legs are straightened and the blanket is put to their shoulders. Whumpee’s legs still look wrong after the last time Whumper broke them. They hated to do that, it ruined the perfectness of their little doll. But it had to be done after they had tried to escape a third time. They had let the legs heal the wrong way. Making sure there was never an attempt like that again. Dolls didn’t need to run or walk anyway. Dolls just needed to sit there and look pretty. Boy, was whumpee pretty. They had big brown eyes that shone when they cried, beautiful skin, their hair was the only thing that had been awful when they acquired the little thing. It used to be dyed a bright green color, now they had the beautiful black wig that was connected to their scalp. They were nearly perfect now. So close.

“Can you tell me what you did wrong? Why you were punished?” Whumpee whimpered as Whumper gave a little tug on the wig, again pulling at the stitches on their scalp. “I-I.. said.. I wanted.. to go home..” they answered between sniffles and sharp breaths.

“Mmhmm, and why was that wrong?” “Because… Because I am home..” “Good. Good. You know you’re nearly perfect,” Whumper, rubbed light circles on Whumpee’s back, sighing. “Just one last punishment. It’s not forever. You just need to learn not to say those types of things to me.” Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, tears filling them again. God they were so pretty when they were scared.

“It.. It was just a stupid.. a stupid dream..” Whumpee tried to bargain with them. Whumper smiled softly, a finger placed on Whumpee’s lips. “Good Dolls don’t dream love.”

Whumpee whimpered again, whumper stood up and left for a moment before returning with a shoe box. It was filled with different colors of thread and needles. They pulled out a needle and a purple thread. “I think purple would really make your eyes pop, don’t you agree?” They didn’t expect an answer as they set up the thread through the needle. “If you move I might rip more of your skin that what’s necessary, so try and stay as still as possible okay?” Whumpee pushed themselves away from Whumper as they straddled the younger person. Laughing a little, whumper shook their head. “You still need some work. That’s okay. I am very patient.” “No no no, please wait. I’ll be good. I’ll take the muzzle, I’ll wear the ball gag like you wanted earlier. Please,” a whimper as whumper brought the needle closer to their bottom lip. “PLEASE!!” They screamed out next. Whumper huffed and slapped Whumpee hard, “shut up and keep your mouth closed or I’ll make this worse. I’ll let you go a week with these in instead of just the rest of the day, understand? Nod if you understand.” Whumpee nodded slowly, sobbing softly as their lips pouted. Whumper laughed, tapping their cheek lovingly, “Just do what I say and you’ll be just fine love.” Then they pushed the needle through the bottom right corner of Whumpee’s mouth, and as the little doll cried out, Whumper grabbed their tongue with a gloved hand. Then they brought the needle through the tip of their tongue. Whumpee screamed and then quickly clamped their mouth shut as the needle was put through their upper lip. Whumper smiled as they saw blood drip down their lips and chin, gently wiping it away. “Good. Yes the purple looks very good on you. I should put you in purple more often.” Then they pressed the needle into their bottom lip again, repeating the process save for the tongue. They watched hungrily as Whumpee clenched their fists and sobbed quietly. By the time they had tied off the last of the stitch, Whumpee’s eyes had a glazed over look. “God you’re beautiful,” whumper whispered, pressing a kiss to Whumpee’s stitched lips, licking the droplets of blood that had collected on their lips. “The perfect little doll.”

Whumpee sobbed harder

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Drabble taglist: @painsandconfusion ask if you'd like to be added or removed!!

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a-crumb-of-whump · 10 months

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Stress position :) I’m very insecure about sharing what I draw atm but I felt okay about this one…

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump tropes #stress positions #whump art

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whumpbees · 8 months

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Winged!Whumpees my beloved. Having their wings tied a little too tight. Being shoved in a room so small the joints on their wings hurt. Now fill it up with bugs if you want maximal screeching. Being dropped in a pool and left to drown and scrap out of it with their water soaked wings dragging them down. Being manhandled in a birdcage, wings sticking from between the bars as they curls and shuffle to make themselves more comfortable. Whumpees who've gotten their feathers plucked and their joints broken. Wings cut off so they have to relearn how to walk, how to live without them.

GOD. YOU GET ME. YOU GET ME SO HARD.

God, I think about winged whumpees ALL the time!! There's just so much to DO WITH THEM and feathers are SO fragile <3<3

ESPECIALLY love winged whumpees getting captured, grounded, contained. Creatures of the sky forced down to the ground, into a cage. Their freedom stripped <3

#honey posts #asks #winged whumpee #wing whump #captive whumpee #whumpee #whump #stress positions #Sorry sorry I'm SO normal about winged whumpees #My boy Honey is a winged whumperee and I Adore putting him through the horrors #The amount of times he's had his wings clipped LMAO

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a-painful-ordeal · 9 months

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6. Impatient They Start, Fearful They End

CW: Flogging, fear of flogging, verbal abuse, attempts at compliance training, stress positions, fears of injury, references to beatings, begging.

The night is one of the longest Evan has ever experienced. Each minute passes at a painful crawl. Evan shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying desperately to get his arms to feel comfortable as the blood drains from them. His feet ache. They feel like he’s spent the evening running across a kingdom. His calves ache from standing only on the balls of his feet. It takes a few more hours for his legs to begin to give out, as his entire body weight moves onto his, now very numb wrists.

Sleep makes endless attempts to claim him, only for the boy to be jarred awake by the sudden and sharp pull on his wrists and shoulders. The adrenaline fades and all he is left with is the sickly aroma of fear at what the morning might bring.

The night breaks, as it always does. The light shines through the curtains. It douses the room in a warm, orange light. A few more hours pass, before the Lord begins to stir.

Slowly, very slowly sleep manages to claim him. The boy’s eyes drift shut, just for a few moments as his body goes limp.

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Cold water soaks his body, leaving Evan gasps and scrambling to stand properly. In front of him stands Lord Maynard. The man has a far too pleased expression on his face. Maynard holds an empty jug of water as it drips onto the floor. “Good morning.” He bids the boy cheerfully.

Evan quivers slightly after the unwelcome wake-up call. He stares back, unsure what to say, as his mind catches up with him.

“I said. Good. Morning.” Maynard repeats, his tone far harsher than before, as he moves to yank Evan’s head painfully to one side with the boy’s hair, waiting for an answer.

Evan gasps “G-good morning…” he quickly spits out, desperately praying for the man to fuck off and leave him alone.

Maynard smiles, releasing the boy’s hair “Good. You are learning.” He pats the boy’s cheek faux-lovingly, before walking to put the jug down on the table. “Now what do you say to me?”

Evan blinks. The fuck does he say?? Wait no. What would he want to hear? “Thank you… for teaching me about...” Fuck. He blanks. “Kneeling and being… polite?” He responds, trying to make it sound like he isn’t saying this through gritted teeth.

Maynard wanders back over with a smile and a pocketknife, as he cuts the cord, that suspended Evan from the bed, down.

Immediately Evan’s legs give. There’s a thud and a sharp intake of breath as his knees painfully hit the stone floor.

“Much better. I see you now know your place. Good boy.” Maynard praises, in a sickly, greasy manner, that leaves Evan feeling unclean. “Right. You are going to stay exactly there until I come back. And then you can face the consequences of your decisions yesterday. Understood?”

Evan’s stomach turns as he is reminded of the flogging. He speaks anyway, pushing through the fear. “Yes...My…Lord…”

Maynard nods, clearly pleased before turning on heel and leaving the room.

Evan kneels there. The exhaustion makes him more scared and the hunger for not eating since the night before burrows into him. The hunger makes his body tremble, and the nausea worse. He needs to eat something… before… they take him out and…

Evan quickly shifts his focus to the nearby fruit bowl on the table. He holds his breathing to make sure he can’t hear the bastard lord anymore. He then looks at the ground, making a mental note of where he’s knelt. The second tile, which is parallel to the cupboard. He shifts from his knees to his feet, stumbling slightly before dashing to the fruit bowl on the nearby table.

He grabs an apple, quickly sinking his teeth into it. It doesn’t take long for the boy to devour it, core, and all. He lets out a small sign as the hunger pangs begin to fade. He grabs a pear from the opposite side of the bowl and eats that too. It’s not quite enough to fill him but fuck it. And! Two things balance out the bowl as well. The apple’s absence is less noticeable. Maybe if he rearranges that bottom apple to there, the missing fruit is unnoticeable? Perfect!

Evan maneuvers the bottom apple to where the original was, making the pile look just as tall as it did before.

Evan takes a quick step back, focusing on his handiwork rather than on what is to come. He hears footsteps. That same methodical marching.

He moves back as fast as his legs will let him. It was the…. Second tile. Parallel to the cupboard that he was on before. The boy drops to his knees and catches his breath just as the door swings open again. He holds his breath and slowly exhales. His lungs demand more air, but Evan forces himself to hold it and breathe like normal. Smooth out his breathing. Good. Like that.

Wait. Shit. Evan’s brain catches up to his body, as the realization that he’s on the third tile, not the second hits. Shit.

Maynard looks at Evan for a moment, assessing whether the boy has moved.

He then shrugs and continues to move around his chambers.

Evan releases the breath and his body sinks in relief as the realization that ‘he got away with it’ hits. He kneels there. It’s okay. He’s fine. He pulled through… which means he can get away with more… right?

***

Midday moves to meet them, faster than Evan would like. He spends most of the hours in one position on his knees. Only moving to relieve himself, after asking his ‘master’ oh so nicely.

Finally, there’s a knock before the doors to the chambers open. Two guards stand there looking at their lord. “All the preparations are ready Sir.”

A ball of panic moves into Evan’s throat. He fights to keep his breathing normal and level. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He takes a deep breath, trying desperately to swallow that dread. It’s not going away.

The Lord stands from his paperwork at the table. “Excellent.” He clasps his hands together. “Take him to the square. I’ll be right with you.”

The two guards walk over and grab Evan by his shoulders. One seems a little rougher than the other. As it slowly dawns on Evan that this is the same guard that had beaten him the night before, he begins to struggle harder.

Evan is dragged to his feet by a vice-like grip and is marched through the manor until they reach a courtyard. The courtyard itself is lightly cobbled with a well to one side of it. There seem to be a few entrances to other parts of the house that Evan has yet to explore. Opposite the well is a set of wooden stocks and not too far away from there is an old wooden post with rusted metal manacles dangling from it.

Fresh terror begins to kick in.

Evan digs his heels into the cobblestone as best he can. But the strength of the guards is greater than him as he is forced forwards.

“Please… fuck. Please no… I’ll… I’ll do anything…!”

The guard from the night before, the bastard with the belt snorts “Should have thought about that before trying to run.”

Evan’s eyes are wide as he struggles to keep himself away from the restraints. His hands are shoved into the metal handholds. There’s a screech as the clasps are tightened. The pressure relinquishes from his shoulders.

Evan tries to look around to see what’s happening, but he only hears shuffling around him and chatter. The people are too far out of sight. He feels his breathing speed up.

His breath hitches as he feels a sharp point at the base of his neck. A sharp knife pokes into his flesh for a moment, holding just long enough for tears of panic and terror to form. The knife begins to cut slowly through the fabric of his shirt. The tearing of fibers against metal is the only sound he can focus on. The open fabric is then less than gently pulled to one side, exposing the flesh on the boy’s back.

Evan squirms to try and see what’s happening to no avail.

Someone calls something out and there’s chatter behind him as if a group of friends were just leaving a bar.

However, out of the corner of his eye, Evan notices the movement of green skin and hears nervous footsteps. Trygve. The orc moves quickly over to him, maybe on someone’s orders? Evan feels an attempt of a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder.

“I don’t have long…” the man squats next to him, with a mirrored look of empathetic fear. “Okay. Look at me.” He moves his hand as discreetly as possible to Evan’s forearm. “You are going to need breath, okay? Deep breaths. And here.” He pulls out a small chunk of leather.

Evan moves his head away, trying to smooth over the terror with disgust.

“Hey… hey. It’s… to bite down on… better this than… your tongue. I promise.”

“I-” Evan’s words are interrupted by someone shouting for Trygve. Evan nods quickly “Please…”

Trygve gives the boy a nod, leaning over and helping the leather bit into Evan’s mouth. The half-orc man gives Evan’s arm another light squeeze before dashing back to his master’s side.

Evan uses his tongue to maneuver the leather, grimacing at the taste, before clenching his jaw. He breathes slowly through his nose. Resisting the temptation to panic as he hears the commotion behind him, quietens to a hush like a crowd before the start of the theater performance. He swallows, as saliva pools into his mouth around the bit.

The silence is excruciating. There are footsteps, but Evan doesn’t dare turn his head around. Potentially losing an eye would make this so much worse…

The steps stop. Evan strains to hear what comes next. The sound of leather being flicked.

Fuck…

The leather whip is flicked and jostled a couple of times.

A sudden and horrific crack echoes next to Evan’s ear. He flinches, dropping his head, expecting pain… nothing. The laughter behind confirms that that was a purposeful miss.

Evan stares at the train of the post. Breathe. Maybe he can be one of those brave men he’s seen in the streets, who don’t make a sound? Yeah. That he’s not going to scream or give them the satisfaction of knowing they hur-

The next crack rings through the boy’s core as a stinging line is ripped through his flesh. All breath is knocked from him. His jaw muscles clench as he bites into the leather. 1.

He isn’t given time to catch his breath or reset as the leather torture implement rives its way through the skin on his back. His body arches and tries to move away from the burning, ripping sensation, but his hands are held firmly in place. The metal digs into his wrists as he tries desperately to wrench himself free. Rubbing against the already abused skin of his wrists. 2.

The next strike cleaves its way, sideways through the other welts. He cries out, dropping the bit from his mouth. Stop! Make it stop! 3.

Each new strike tears through his body. The rhythmic cracking draws screams from the boy until his throat is raw and his cheeks are sodden from tears. Any energy is drained from him by the sleepless night. His body slumps, only to twitch each time a strike rips its way through him. It doesn’t take long for him to lose count. The pain is the only thing he’s aware of.

He's finally grateful as a wave of unconsciousness takes him under, around his 15th lash.

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AN: Hey folks! Hope you enjoyed! I've been organizing my plans for this. Turns out that song lyrics give great whump inspiration! Who'd have thunk!?!

Anyway! If you wanna be notified do shout! I'll add you to the taglist!

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oldfilmsflicker · 3 months

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new-to-me #83 - Stress Positions

#2024 in Films #Stress Positions #Sundance #52 films by women #directed by women #Theda Hammel

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charcoalsketches · 1 year

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Cw: bruises, restraints, scars, stress position.

Total time spent: one hour and thirty–four minutes. That’s only because I felt the head was first in a weird position, and by the time I decided to fix it I had already shaded it so I had to with that.

Let’s just say their arm looks weird cause its dislocated, definitely not cause I have no clue why anatomy is.

Not the biggest fan of how it turned out, but this is where progress starts, right?