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the-three-whumpeteers · 1 day

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The whumper had never hurt anyone before- and they likely wouldn’t have ever done so if it wasn’t for the fact that the whumpee had been so horrible. Constant button pushing and mocking finally made the whumper snap, and they realized how cathartic it was to make the whumpee beg for mercy.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper #I’ve been craving chicken Alfredo for months for no good reason and finally got my hands on some #this is completely irrelevant but it makes me happy and rambling in my tags is rlly fun actually

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whumperer-86 · 3 days

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Fainted

Best choice ever ep 12

#whump #whumper #asian whump #emotional whump #suffering #drama #whumpee #asian whumper #chinese drama #xu kai

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short-form-whump · 2 days

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The Whumper doesn’t look up when the door to their office opens. They sit at their desk with their attention buried deep into a mess of pages, trying but failing at finding answers within them. Their henchman enters and drags something - or rather someone - with them. They drag the bound Whumpee up to the Whumper’s desk and drops them in front of it between the two guest chairs. The henchman takes a seat in one of them as if they’ve arrived for an appointment, but the Whumper still doesn’t look up. The henchman waits until they do, greeting the Whumper with a small smile on their face as their eyes meet. The Whumper leans over the desk and barely looks the collapsed and battered Whumpee over before leaning back and ignoring them both. “I don’t have time for this, I don’t even know who the fuck that is,” the Whumper growls, looking back down. The henchman stands and looks around, their eyes landing on a pitcher of water resting on a table across the room. Before the Whumper can say anything, they’ve grabbed it and are dumping it on top of the Whumpee’s bloodied and dirtied head. The Whumpee lets out a grunt and gasps in air once the water tumbles off them. “Because the only thing that smells better than a stray dog is a wet dog, right?” the Whumper says angrily. The henchman grabs the Whumpee by the back of their coat and lifts up their face, and the Whumper stops muttering to themselves about the now-wet floor when they see it. The Whumper slowly stands in their chair and the henchman just keeps smiling. “I know they say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, but there’s exceptions to every rule.” The Whumper nods as they take in the sight of the revealed face of the familiar and now-shivering Whumpee. “Indeed there are.”

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump scenes #whump blog #captured

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the-bar-sinister · 2 days

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Whumpee is slammed hard into the wall behind them, hearing more than feeling the sickening crack of their head hitting the cement or brick. As nausea and dizziness overtake them, whumper takes the opportunity to deliver more physical punishment, with blows to their upper body and face.

Finally, whumper grabs whumpee by the throat, pinning them down hard against the wall.

#💪🔫#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #violence tag

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withdrawingramen · 3 days

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cw: implied long-term captivity & torture, loss of identity post captivity, change in the world view

whumpee always thought that in the entirety of the fucked up world, there was some good. someone will sympathize, someone would stand up against wrong, and communities inherently stick with each other, and they'd be a part of the world in some way or the other. but within the duration of all their torture and after being taken out of whumper's grasp, this belief starts to feel more and more alien.

more so when they recall how whumper laughed in their face as they begged to be let go, how whumper's fingers curled in their hair as their half-conscious figure failed to stay awake, and through all the delirium and pain they'd hear every single day; "nobody's coming for you. you'll leave only once i'm bored."

more so when they stare at their clothes churning in the washing machine, when the random stranger in the local laundry noticed them struggling and helped turn the machine on, wondering how such a mundane task required assistance. or when seemingly kind wishes for recovery seem to be forced, attempts at common courtesy disguised as concern. and when they realize they can't remember how to even cook their own favorite recipes anymore, let alone eat without throwing up, or remember how to change the wheels of their bike they cherished so much, or how the tune of that one song went, what their loved ones liked, or how it felt to be a person, they lose a part of themselves they didn't realize they'd been clinging on to.

nothing felt like theirs to choose. whumpee was nothing but remnants of pain, an unfeeling being made of ideals thrust upon them. and it didn't seem to bother those around them. their neighbour down the street still went to work, the university student next door would still blast loud music deep into the night, and whumper would still linger in their head.

and as whumpee gazes at the reflection of their pale, bruised and marred skin in front of the mirror of some random shop, the harsh realization of it all dawns upon them that they were nobody right now, and they didn't know if they even existed before it all. they were nobody without pain. it didn't matter to them, it didn't matter to anyone else. they knew nothing about what it was to be free anymore, and oh, oh does the world truly move on around them regardless

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saffitaffi · 2 days

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So very determined not to break.

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whumpbump · 2 days

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Me constantly: “how can I turn this into a Whump scenario?”

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump writing

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whumpy-wyrms · 3 days

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Anton is a sopping wet cat of a man

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ownlittleuniverse · 8 hours

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snippet #2 - the villain surprises the hero

warning: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, harmful behavior, touchy villain (not nsfw), depictions and descriptions of physical violence, may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers, reader discretion is advised.

The hero had been captured again, tied to a chair, blindfolded, and beaten to a pulp until the only thing they could taste, smell, feel, was their blood.

It was routine at this point.

Get captured, refuse to give up information, get a few new scars before their team showed up. At a certain point, these so-called villains became predictable. None of them truly scared the hero anymore.

The hero’s head came up at the sound of a door creaking open then slamming shut, footsteps following behind. They clenched their fists against their restraints, sighing, preparing themselves for another round of mediocre scare tactics.

The footsteps of the person started to become louder and louder, the hero could hear them slowly circling their chair like they were tracking prey.

They stopped right behind the hero, their breath tickling their ear, making the hero shiver behind their blindfold.

Their captors before had never gotten this close, at least without a weapon or some weak verbal threats. This felt… different somehow. It made the hero a bit antsy. Their chest became heavier as they listened to the sounds of the person’s even breathing.

Their gut was trying to tell them something.

Something was wrong-

Their heart stopped when they heard the person’s whispered voice.

“Hello, Darling.”

No.

The hero frantically jerked at their restraints but they wouldn’t budge, it only made the rope dig more into their body. Loud and panicked sounds escaped them as their heart started to beat in their head.

The person only chuckled at their attempts to free themselves.

No. No.

They— there… it’s not possible.

“Did you miss me?”

No. They needed to get out. Tears started to seep through their blindfold, as well as sweat as they jerked their head around. They couldn’t get out, they couldn’t even see where they were. The hero was frantic, horribly panicked, and the villain reveled in it.

The villain was the only one who could evoke genuine terror from their hero. Turn them into a screaming, begging mess at their feet.

The villain trailed their hand delicately over the hero’s neck, wrapping their fingers around them and stroking. The hero let out a choked whimper, their body completely shivering.

“You never thought you’d feel this again, did you?” The villain smiled, “My touch making you deliciously crazy?”

No. They didn’t. The villain was supposed to be dead.

The hero’s breathing grew more erratic by the second, more and more tears streamed down their face, mixing with the dried blood and stinging their fresh shallow cuts.

They saw their dead body. They buried them in that grave. They stuck that knife in their chest so many times they lost count as they watched the life drain out of them. How?

“It’s been far too long, my love,” the villain said, “I think we should relive some good memories.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out and tried to wiggle their way out of their restraints again and again and again. It was a pity, the sight of someone trying to escape the inevitable.

The villain started to slowly lift the hero’s ripped sleeves, rolling them to expose their skin. No. No. No. Anything but that.

The villain watched in awe as their hero completely lost it and tried so hard to escape them, even though their hero was smart enough to know there was no hope. No one was coming to save them.

“Sh, sh, sh,” the villain cooed, their hand sickenly stroking the hero’s neck like comfort, “There’s no need for that, you know you're not escaping me.”

The villain trailed their hands softly up their hero’s arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They loved how their hero tried to push them off, completely losing it when the villain finally touched their scars.

They had dreamed of touching these sensitive things again. The deep scars they left all over. They hated the scars others dared to leave. They already killed those others who dared to call themselves ‘villains’, who dared to touch the hero. Only they were allowed to touch their little hero like this.

“All our fun times, etched into your skin,” the villain said in awe. Their hero tried to get out of their hold, their sobs echoing across the room.

The scars felt different this time, some of them. The hero must have tried to rid themselves of their marks, but failed miserably. How cute.

Their hero should know better than to try to rid themselves of the villain.

They continued to trace over the uneven skin, the memories of the many long lovely torture sessions they subjected their hero to flooding their brain, and they were sure their hero was reliving it too.

“Stop,” the hero whispered, choking on their sobs, “Please-

“Just like my scars,” they cut in, pressing delicate kisses to the skin making the hero’s body shiver, “I will never leave you, love.”

It has been so long since the hero felt that terror, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through their veins, their heartbeat reaching heights that could kill them. Their breathing was so rapid, their body was in a state of complete shock and panic.

They forgot what it felt like to be terrified, and they wished it stayed that way. They thought they made sure it would.

“But, you did leave me,” The villain dug into one of their scars, making them gasp, reopening it and letting their hero’s blood trickle down their fingers.

“You left me to rot in the ground,”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Let the world forget about me.”

The villain dug in deeper. The hero cried out.

“Let yourself forget about me,” the villain whispered, their breath over the hero’s mouth.

“I’m- sorry.. please— I’ll do-“

The hero jerked and sobbed again as the villain ripped off their blindfold, the light seering their eyes.

“Your begging is pitiful,” they spat.

The hero’s eyes adjusted to the sudden light as they looked up into the villain’s. They jerked their head away. Those same eyes haunted them when the hero slept, even when they thought they were buried deep underground.

The villain grabbed the hero’s chin, digging their nails into the skin and forced their head back up.

“You really thought you could get rid of me?” the villain snapped, venom lacing every syllable.

The hero sniffled, their eyes completely bloodshot from their tears.

“I’m not going anywhere,” the villain whispered with crazy in their eyes, “and neither are you.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out as exhaustion took over their body. Their body stopped fighting, just twitching every so often from the adrenaline. They were slowly accepting their fate.

“I’m keeping you, Darling,” the villain smiled, stroking the hero’s chin, “and I promise you, this time, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

The hero whimpered a slur of incoherent words in response.

The villain loved their hero like this, shaking and on the verge of insanity knowing what things the villain was about to subject them to. It was a sight the villain was going to come back to every single day. They planned to come back every night, keep them tied up, bloodied and bruised, completely helpless and at their mercy. Then afterwards, they’ll really get to work on molding their hero into perfection.

The villain mercilessly tied the hero’s blindfold into a gag, enjoying the way the hero jerked in response, and took a syringe out. Their hero’s eyes winded, as they tried to plead behind the fabric, but the thing was too tight.

They sobbed. The hero knew what was coming next. They remembered, those memories were burned inside of them. Cut into their skin.

“Don’t worry,” they whispered, kissing their hero’s tear and blood-soaked cheek, “I’ll be all you ever think about soon enough.”

They could only cry and try to plead through their eyes, shaking their head. The villain though had no mercy for them whatsoever.

Their hero betrayed them. They stuck a knife in their heart when the villain let themselves believe someone actually cared for them, they finally let themselves trust and their little hero shattered it.

They stuck the syringe right in their scar. Their hero let out a scream of terror covered by the fabric.

Now it was only fair they would shatter them in return.

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vivulapom · 12 hours

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living weapons !!!!

a living weapon so heavily conditioned that they don't even talk (unless ordered to, of course.) bonus points if they're put in a mask or helmet or something, and it's ripped off in the middle of a fight to reveal their soulless blank stare. bonus bonus points if they're fighting someone they once knew

living weapons no longer used as weapons, but they're almost unrecoverable. they just don't recognize that they should have the ability to make their own decisions. they still have to be ordered to do anything, even sleep and eat

living weapons turned against people they once knew !!!!!!! now they're feral and unrecognizable but can they really be blamed for their actions when it's whumper puppeting them?

there is no relationship more intimate than that between a living weapon and their handler. it's about loving someone who would kill you without a second thought if ordered!!! someone who knows nothing but duty!!! seeing into the jaws of a monster and clinging rather than running!! you're in love with a living weapon in the same way you're in love with a fancy sword.. they're beautiful and do their job well but could slit your throat just as easily as anyone else's..

living weapons who treat their own inanimate weapons like people... hugging them kissing them biting them not letting anyone else touch or maintain or sharpen them.. mmmm

#whump #whumpee #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #living weapon

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sleepyiswhumping · 1 day

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whumpee who is also their own worst whumper

in fear of their life they used their immense magical powers to cast ward after ward on themself, making themself (supposedly) untouchable. weapons glance away from them, arrows and bullets shatter against the solid air, blows are stopped inches away. they’re truly impervious. the downside of this is they can never be touched. their clothes hang loosely around their flesh, never touching it. an angry fist or soft touch press against the solid air. whumpee hates this, but they can’t reverse it. they poured all of their power into these wards and getting enough power to undo this would take centuries, far longer than even their extended lifespan.

enter caretaker. another powerful magic user, and whumpee’s enemy. they’ve been waging war against whumpee for decades, now, but finally decided to fight them personally. in their battle, caretaker swings at whumpee and the blow connects. whumpee and caretaker are shocked.

queue caretaker’s already conflicted feelings about whumpee (hate and contempt for what they’ve become, longing and sadness at what they used to be, desire and love wanting to save whumpee from themself) meshing with whumpee’s own conflicting feelings toward caretaker (they’re sworn enemies, caretaker has been trying to defeat them for decades, but whumpee hasn’t felt the touch of *anything* in as long, if not longer.)

does caretaker abuse this to finally defeat whumpee? or do they attempt to help whumpee heal? does whumpee want to heal? maybe not, if they have to do it alongside caretaker. would it be possible to squash a hatred that’s lasted a lifetime for the sake of your well-being?

#whump #whump scenario #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #whump prompt #emotional whump #whumpee #caretaker #no whumper whump #angst

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the-three-whumpeteers · 2 days

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There were no search parties, no worried people looking for the whumpee- and the whumper didn’t know what to think about it all. The whumper had been hesitant to hurt the whumpee in the first place- it was their job, but it wasn’t a job they enjoyed. Slowly but surely, the whumper began to care for the whumpee, giving them more food, giving them warm blankets- they didn’t want to hurt someone that had been so hurt already.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #tfw the whumpee is so pathetic the whumper goes ‘well shit’#whumper #reluctant whumper #whumper turned caretaker

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whumperer-86 · 2 days

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Wonderful world

fighting , getting hit

#whump #whumper #asian whump #emotional whump #suffering #drama #whumpee #asian whumper #bromance #korean drama #kdrama #cha eunwoo #chinese drama #wonderful world #fighting #hurt #man handled

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the-bar-sinister · 3 days

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Whumper who grabs their whumpee by the hair, and drags their gaze around by it. Who turns their whumpee’s head this way and that by force, just to look at them from whatever angle they choose.

Whumpee who flinches instinctively when their whumper reaches for their hair, because they never know if whumper is going to pet and stroke them, or wind their fingers in tight and painful.

#darkfic #dead dove #hair whump #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whumplr #💪🔫

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whumppromptoftheday · 6 hours

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horned whumpee being chained by their horns so they can barely move

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump idea #horned whumpee #captive whumpee

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saffitaffi · 18 hours

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Different walking speeds

(Also for anyone interested in this character I will start tagging posts about the book I’m writing with its title:

Daemonic Possessions and Other Oddities

[hehe you see it’s funny because possession can mean two different things ok I’ll see myself out])

I’ve already been tagging the name for the whole series (VxLI) but ye

:)

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