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thehopelessopus · 2 years
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Vaguely threatening lines completely out of context:
Look it's some whumpy dialogue prompts! Have fun!
Can you run in those shoes?
Careful.
Remind me, are you right or left handed?
Does closing your eyes help? I'm sure that's extremely effective.
Hmm...white floors....You don't happen to have any bleach, do you?
Ten...nine....eight.....
You should sit down.
I'd love to hang out. Why don't you get in the car?
When was the last time you cried?
Don’t waste your energy.
You shouldn't be out here all alone. You never know who you might run into.
Don't. You won't like what happens next.
Do you need a reminder?
Why do you look so scared? Nothing is going to happen if you just behave.
You're so small compared to me.
I hope you're not thinking about running right now. That wouldn't turn out well for you.
Is that door locked?
Are you sure you want to talk to me like that?
Such a busy party. I don't think anyone would notice if someone just...disappeared.
That wasn't a request.
You shouldn't wear your hair up like that. It makes it so easy for someone to grab.
Hmmm...I'm getting bored.
Oh right, that little friend of yours. What was their name again? 'Caretaker'? They still live in that little house on the east side, don't they.
Is that really what you want?
Again? You know that didn't turn out well for you last time.
Hold still.
Another dead end? Shucks. Looks like you're stuck.
How are you at running?
Have you ever donated blood before? There's this muffled, cold feeling when you give a little too much. It's quite the experience.
Count for me.
What you want doesn't really matter, does it?
What a pretty little neck.
Hmm. Looks like we're alone.
You wouldn't lie to me, would you? You're smarter than that.
Are you lost?
What is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?
Let me make things easier for you.
You have such a handsome face, but...it's missing something.
I think red's your color.
Are you one of those people who bruises easily?
Who else knows you're here? (...) Well...How convenient.
You'd better start running, then. I'll give you a ten second head start.
It's fascinating how many places there are on the human body that wont bruise.
Careful with that. We wouldn't want you to get hurt.
Shh...just be good and you won't have to find out how sharp this is.
You look like a screamer.
I hope you don't have anywhere to be -- this might take a while.
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As per always, please tag me if you use any of these cuz I wanna seeeeeeeeeee...
(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps )
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thehopelessopus · 2 years
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The Price of Resistance
Part of Untitled Captivity Story.
WARNINGS: Whipping/beating with belt, re-injuring fresh wounds, vaguely alluding to past/ongoing noncon, guns (threat only), captivity
PRESENT DAY
The rain had stopped by the time his session let out, but Elijah threw his hood up anyway before walking outside. He shoved his hands deep into the front pocket of the sweatshirt as he ducked past the receptionist’s desk, head low to avoid any eyes in the waiting room. He didn’t look up until he approached the silver Volkswagen in the far corner of the lot.
His mother sat up straight as he slid into the passenger seat, trying and failing to conceal the fact that her eyelids had been slipping. Her uniform from the nightshift was wrinkled, the bronze name tag slightly crooked beneath her collarbone. “Hi honey,” she said. “How did it go?”
Elijah pulled the car door closed behind him, slinking down in the passenger seat. “It was fine.” His attention drew immediately to the radio at the familiar strum of acoustic guitar that floated through the car—a melody he knew well from the bearded, guitar-strumming worship leader at church. He squashed down the urge to turn it off, tucking his hands inside his sleeves. He could feel his mother’s gaze burning a hole through his cheek from the driver’s seat and squirmed uneasily, his too-long legs jamming against the dash. A sliver of pale thigh peeked up at him from behind a rip in his jeans, and on it, a jagged patch of pink flesh. He closed his fist around the material and yanked it over the scar, resenting his fashion sense from high school that left him with almost nothing but ripped denim in his closet.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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IMAGINE WHUMPER RECEIVING HOME DEPOT GIFT CARDS FROM DEAR SWEET MOTHER FOR CHRISTMAS AND BIRTHDAYS BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH HER PERFECT LITTLE BOY LOVES THAT STORE FOR SOME REASON
Every time I Picture Whumpers getting torture tools
OH BOY MY FAVORITE STORE
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I HOPE WHUMPEE LIKES WHAT I GOT SPECIALLY FOR THEM
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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I'm not sure what's better after whumpee is thrown to the ground, being pinned down with a boot in the back (right between the shoulder blades) or a boot to the chest as the whumper leans in to overpower them even more...
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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Oh my hello there 🤩😏
If Victor returns, can I please be tagged??
Whump Drabble #14
Inspired by @ziptiewhump's lab and test subject prompts.
@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-out-of-time @whumping-to-conclusions
CW: lab whump, inhuman/minor whumpee, experimentation, mild dehumanization
“How are you feeling, Number Seven? Not too cold for you, I hope?”
Cold wasn’t the right word. The room was icy. If he could move, he might have been able to get some warmth back into his limbs. But Victor couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything.
The man seemed contented at Victor’s silence and turned away with a slight smile.
“That’s good to hear.”
Instruments clinked close to his ear, outside his range of vision. His stomach tensed. He could only imagine what was going to happen to him; the laboratory had never had a half-fae as a subject before.
He shifted uncomfortably, shivering in his thin shorts. The straps holding him down kept the tiniest bit of heat under them, but the rest of his bare skin prickled with goosebumps. If only he had a blanket or something—
“The first thing we’re going to do,” announced the scientist abruptly, “is test your sensitivity to iron.” His voice held a note of gentleness, but as he turned back to Victor, his eyes gleamed with a dangerous zeal. A sick feeling roiled in the boy’s gut and he gritted his teeth against it.
Something touched the flesh of his right forearm. His breath caught. But it just felt cold. No, it burned. It stung with an unusual heat, lancing down his arm into his fingers.
“Minor sensitivity to iron,” the scientist muttered. He lifted the iron tool away and the burning dissipated. “Five seconds to produce a reaction.”
Victor let his breath out. That wasn’t too bad. He could stand it.
“Let’s try a different method.”
Something clamped around Victor’s wrist, right above the strap restraining his arm.
He would be all right, he told himself, as the familiar burning sting began. He could do this—
A spasm of pain seared up his forearm. Different pain. He bit his lip hard, trying not to cry out.
“Fascinating.” The man’s voice sounded garbled and distant through the growing haze in the boy’s mind. “Your faerie lineage is stronger than I expected. Our session will have to be a bit longer today.”
Victor couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his mouth as a second band of iron closed around his other wrist.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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1, 6, 7, and 20!
1. What are your favorite whump tropes?
Hgnnnnnnnnn I don't have favorites, but I am a freaking sucker for manhandling and close escapes!  That is some good shit.
6. What are the traits of your ideal whumpee?
DEFIANT
TO
THE
FREAKING
CORE.
Just give me a whumpee who throws in a punch, kick, or bite whenever he can, add a dash of snarky comebacks that only earn him more pain, finish it off with a murderous glare and I’ll be set for life.  Oh, and don’t forget to beat the shit out of him ❤️😊
7. What are the traits of your ideal whumper?
RUTHLESS.  And possessive!  But not too possessive, more like whumper will chase whumpee to the ends of the earth until they are back in their custody.
okay, that might be pretty possessive.
20. How are you doing today, buddy?
I’m doing FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC, thank you for asking!  I came out to one person yesterday and it felt wonderful!  Like I can finally breathe!  Except I can’t breathe because I haven't told my loved ones and just the THOUGHT may cause me to hyperventilate, so you know.  BUT STILL, I FEEL GOOD!
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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Getting Tortured by a Ghost 😳
If you remember the tags on this post, you know what’s about to go down :)
Ingredients: spooky ghost shenanigans, implied mistreatment of mental hospital patients (really just funky spooky messed up mental hospital stuff), tooth pulling, temporary paralyzation, noncon stripping/clothes change, needles
Honestly, Finn didn’t mind the dare. He’d never scared easily, and he was actually excited to get to spend the night exploring the abandoned mental hospital. The multiple reports of hauntings didn’t faze him; all that stuff was bogus. He was more afraid of getting caught trespassing than he was of creaking doors and gusts of wind. 
The place absolutely had the look of a generic haunted building, hallways filled with abandoned, dusty objects and rooms cluttered with debris. He wandered around, his bright flashlight making it easy to see in the dark building. He was on the second floor now, walking down a long hallway lined with doors. On a whim, he opened one and stepped inside.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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🧠💨
the fuck is the word that describes a person who doesn’t care about their own safety?  Google is just being snarky now.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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Whump Blog Ask Meme
What are your favorite whump tropes?
Do you prefer illness whump or injury whump?
Do you prefer whump in the form of writing or visual media?
Do you prefer physical whump or emotional/psychological whump?
Who is your favorite whumpee?
What are the traits of your ideal whumpee?
What are the traits of your ideal whumper?
What are the traits of your ideal caregiver?
Which archetype do you identify with the most: the whumpee, the whumper, or the caregiver?
When did you first realize you were into whump?
How and when did you discover the whump community?
Why do you love whump?
Have you ever felt insecure because you enjoy whump? How did you overcome that insecurity?
What are your least favorite whump tropes?
Are you interested in any niche whump genres, such as fem!whump or non-human whump?
Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?
When was the last time you got the whumperflies?
What whump content are you currently craving?
Who are your favorite whump bloggers? Tag them!
How are you doing today, buddy?
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE A CHARACTER THAT WAS CREATED LIKE THIS??
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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✨it’s June!✨
This is not that kind of blog, but I only have one blog and felt that I should share this, so.
This is the first year that I celebrate Pride Month for myself. I always knew that I lacked certain uh, urges and feelings that other people never seem to shut up about, but I thought I was the only one who felt that way. It wasn’t until the pandemic hit and I found Whumplr that I realized a large chunk of y’all felt like I do!
I’m asexual. This is the only place I can celebrate it, and I thank y’all for always making me feel comfortable enough to be unapologetically me.
This is a simple little phone background that I drew up to celebrate. Y’all are welcome to it! If you want a different flag (or multiple flags!) just hit me up
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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It took them all their strength to push the knife back, away from piercing their face. Their arms were shaking and faltering, causing the knife to just nick their cheekbone. The small cut leaked blood down their cheek.
“That’s it, dear,” Whumper cooed above them. He sat almost leisurely on Whumpee, straddling their chest. He didn’t have to apply much strength and was mostly teasing, really. Just to see the despair in their face. He applied a little more pressure.
Whumpee strained and gasped and pushed back.
Suddenly, Whumper drove his knee further into their rib cage, nudging their broken ribs.
Whumpee flinched hard and the strength in their arms left them. Their grip on the knife faltered and it plunged down mercilessly into their shoulder.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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Mmmkay ya know what I’m just always down for? The initial capture. The moment the whumpee’s life goes from normal to a living hell. The first time they try to move and feel themself bound, the first time they’re grabbed and manhandled, the first time they’ve been gagged or blindfolded, the first time that no one cares what they want at all. They’ve never felt pain like this before, never been treated like they’re less than human, but this is their life now and what the hell and why is this happening to them?!
They never, ever thought something like this was going to happen to them. But now it is, and they don’t even know how to process it. They’ve always been free, and all of a sudden they’re not, and they don’t know if they ever will be again.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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Thanks for the tag!  (it sounds like you and your sibling have the most beautiful eyes!!!)
This is pretty cool to me because I’ve just realized this, but it’s also probably lame BUT.  For as long as I can remember I had trouble understanding people over the phone and I had no idea why.  I thought I just wasn't paying enough attention to what was being said.  Also, when I started working in surgery cases (pre-COVID) I could never EVER understand what anyone was saying behind their masks.  I just attributed it to the noise of the machinery in the room or my anxiety.
It wasn’t until the pandemic hit and EVERYONE was forced to wear masks that I finally realized what was really happening!  
I read lips!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not part-deaf or anything like that.  My ears function just fine!  Comprehension is the villain here.  Words are just random noise until I watch the speaker’s mouth and then the noise forms meaning.  (I was always aware that I watch people’s mouths when they speak, but I always thought I was studying the way the lips move because I’m an artist and I draw that stuff.  I had nooooooo idea!)
Tagging: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @brutal-nemesis, @shadowswithineverything, and @ashintheairlikesnow
Tagging Game:
What’s the coolest part about yourself?
I’ll go first… I was drugged, cut open with a knife and then sewn back together when I was 13. The whole process took hours and I still bear scars
Tags: @adecila @alatreal @alonlyfangirl @asthetism @all-fandoms-are-life @boredbookwormgirl @blackpheonix @crazy-art-girl34 @darlingdregs @daggxrsanddrxamers @fabulouslampshade @ghafa-dale @iambecomeyourvillain @incorrectquotesconaisseur @myfriendscallmeraba @milothefancygoat @sapphossidechick @thehighqueenofhiraeth @themistressofrevels7 @ultimatereyesstan @wander-sonder @you-and-i-are-going-to-change
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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E&T: The Armputation
Yeah. Yeah it’s time bitches :) you read it right we’re chopping that shit off
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Ingredients: amputation (omg wow), noncon surgery/body mod, body horror, slight gore
Erebus had sensed something was off when Neteri failed to bring him dinner one night, and when the guards appeared at his door the next morning instead of her, he knew what it meant.
It was time for another procedure.
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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The Lonely House
Another thing with Teddy when he was still an unnamed whumpee. and a picrew i guess. 
CW: Captivity, food mention, easily angered whumper, blood mention, someone else cutting your nails, implied isolation, brief noncon touch (nonsexual), restraints mention.
Teddy carefully measured out the oats into a little cup, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the other hand. He added the water and salt before putting it on the only burner that worked. 
His ankle chain dragged across the ground as he got the milk from the mini fridge. 
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thehopelessopus · 3 years
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UM UM okay, but you asked!
"I have an annuity but I neeed cash nowww
CALL J.G. WENTWORTH
877-CASH-NOW!!!
877-cash-noww!
877-CASH-NOOOOOWWWWWWW!
CALL NOW!"
Tagging: @dontcallmeashlynn, @shadowswithineverything@knivestothroats, and @redwingedwhump!
QUICK WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO RN
ANSWER AND TAG THREE PEOPLEEEEE AHHHH
UHH IM LISTENING TO 21 GUNS BY GREEN DAY??
FUCK UHH @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @tenyagf
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