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where-is-my-whump · 2 days
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Hudson & Rex 6x15
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withdrawingramen · 2 days
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whumper scratching the knife or blunt weapon against the floor or wall so it makes a screeching, unpleasant sound as a prelude for all the suffering and just to mess w whumpee lol
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whump3000 · 2 days
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whumping-valentine · 2 days
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Sex/romance repulsed aroace whumpee × intimate touchy whumper send tweet
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wisteria-whump · 14 hours
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whumpee who's ready to live on their own instead of with caretaker but theyre scared of the change
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Cw: Mentions to graphic... sickness, blood, shaking, withdrawals in general, stuff like that, Swearing
By agonizing withdrawals, I mean agonizing. Be warned
(Please leave comments I love reading them, even if it's just a simple oof or F in the chat for this poor man - No he isn't dead)
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Jakkon stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall with a soft groan. He needed something, anything. It hurt. It hurt far worse than he'd expected. The Satyr gasped through his teeth, breaths shuddering with every movement as his throat tightened and his lungs shattered in his ribs.
He held onto the rock as best as he could, other hand gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest as pain pulsed like a fiery heart beneath his skin. “Shit…” Jakkon looked up, gritting his teeth as he tried to level his ragged breaths. He needed to see the others. If not, they might suspect something was wrong. He needed to piece it back together and stand up straight. He could do that. He could handle pain. He could ignore it. He'd done it plenty of times before to fool Rose out of burning herself out. He could do it again.
Jakkon shook the hair out of his face and steadied himself. He managed a level step and quiet breaths, but he funneled all of his efforts into staying upright and could hardly find the control to keep his hands from shaking. A tugging dread crawled through his mind as his fake optimism began to crumble. What if he couldn't do this? What if it killed him? What if he hurt someone?
The Satyr shook his head as he forced an uneven smile and directed his attention to appearing fine. But despite all of his efforts, his heart raced and his focus slipped away. He stepped into the doorway of the main cavern and hesitated.
But before he could rethink his decision, Rose waved with a smile. “Good morning Horns!”
“Morning.” He nodded to her, slipping his hands behind his back as he trotted over and sat down beside her.
“Are you alright? You're awake later than usual.” The Fae raised an eyebrow.
“I’m alright. I will be. Do you have any tea, water, or something like that?”
Rose stopped for a moment, but Morena smiled at him from beyond her. “I do. Would you like some tea?”
“Yes please.” The Satyr smiled gratefully, finally able to let go of the concentration and effort it took to stand, hoping desperately that if he had something to drink, it might loosen the claws of pain digging into his skin from every angle.
“Here.” Morena smiled warmly as she pushed a cup of tea toward him.
The Satyr lifted the cup to his lips as gently as he could. It didn’t help as much as he’d hoped, but it did enough, taking his mind off of the pain for a moment. But the relief only lasted for a moment, as a sudden stab of new agony shot through his shoulder and an intense wave of nausea hit him like a rock.
He flinched, pulling back from the table. “Ah…F- I… I should go.”
“What? Horns! Horns are you okay?” Rose stood quickly.
Jakkon groaned in pain. “Yes… I’m… Fuck, ow, no! No, I’m not okay. Shit…”
Rose’s eyes widened and she started to move toward him, but worry sparked into his eyes as he noticed Rose’s desperate terror and instinctively pulled back to avoid hurting her, standing suddenly in an attempt to back away further. But the sudden motion finally snapped the last string holding him upright and he collapsed against the table, shaking.
“Shit! Fuck! Morena! Get Finn!” Rose tensed, vaulting over the table as Jakkon’s body shrank in on itself and fell to the ground, leaving him to convulse on the stone floor, as Rose began to panic, searching for something to do.
But as she froze, he coughed, blood beginning to foam from his mouth as his body began to shake and jerk violently. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Rose began to hyperventilate as she ripped the coat from her shoulders and shoved it under his head as a hope that it would help prevent any damage from the stones beneath him as her wings flapped and bright orange Roses rained petals so thick it covered both of them. His hands twitched, fingers gripping at nothing in the air as his entire body tensed and shook with him.
Finn and Morena rushed back into the room. Finn lunged for Rose, eyes widening in horror as he caught a glimpse of what was going on. The harpy pulled her back into the hallway, away from what was going on. Rose resisted his hold, screaming and clawing at his arms as she shrieked for her brother-in-law, terrified beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
Finn closed his eyes, trying to shut out Rose's desperate screams as her nails dug into his skin, just like Jakkon when Eveny had died. Fighting and screaming with all his will to save her, now Rose for him. Though she didn't fight like he had. She fought for her brother, for the last thing she had left.
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I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly
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bebx · 9 months
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Amore Kidnapped
— by Daniele Accossato
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bebs-art-gallery · 7 months
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Amputation (1968)
— by Odd Nerdrum
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blackrosesandwhump · 4 months
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Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.
Let's see how many reblogs this gets!
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whumper-whimsy · 4 months
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The little high-pitched "nonononono" before a gutteral agonized scream of pain>>>
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untetheredsymphony · 1 month
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Hey Whumpeteers! Cheerful reminder that the tattoo pain chart is applicable to most scratches, cuts or other open wounds! This chart doesn’t include bones damage or organ damage however, as it is for surface injuries.
My personal favourite is hip injuries, which various charts put in the red or orange zone 😉 Enjoy planning your whumpee’s pain with this!
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generic-whumperz · 7 months
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Haven’t shared a bad meme in a minute so here ya go 😘
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whump-mania · 21 days
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More Whumper Lines
In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!
Tag me if you end up using any!
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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted
1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”
2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”
3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”
4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”
5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”
Dark/Violent/Rough
1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”
2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”
3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”
4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”
5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”
Creepy/Intimate
1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”
2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”
3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”
4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”
5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”
Reluctant/Hesitant
1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”
2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”
3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”
4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”
5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”
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whumpy-galaxy · 25 days
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Listen I am a SUCKER for conditioned whumpees. Specifically the unconditioning that comes after rescue.
Whumpee being afraid of Caretaker.
Whumpee having to wear a collar and a muzzle because that’s how Whumper kept them.
Whumpee panicking when they mess up or drop something, waiting for Caretaker to get upset and beat them.
Whumpee who won’t eat unless Caretaker orders them to.
Whumpee who doesn’t know what to do if they’re not being dragged around on a chain.
Whumpee who’s afraid of windows and the outdoors because Whumper convinced them everyone and everything outside wanted to hurt them, and they were safer with Whumper.
And everything that comes with that.
Caretaker not knowing what to do and feeling worthless. (Bonus points if they even consider mercy killing Whumpee because maybe they’ll always be afraid of everything and there’s nothing they can do).
Caretaker thinking maybe they DID do something to hurt Whumpee.
Caretaker being upset every time they look at Whumpee because they still insist on wearing the collar and muzzle Whumper bought for them, and Caretaker never wants to see them like that.
But also the good things that come with it!
Caretaker getting a new collar and muzzle made, with padding and lots of extra space for Whumpee to wear while they recover.
Whumpee finally being able to do something without asking Caretaker first, and Caretaker being so proud of them.
Caretaker’s praise and excitement at this makes Whumpee feel proud, too.
I just. I love it so much.
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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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