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The scariest thing about hearing your name called in the dark is the intimacy. They know your name, what else do they know?
Your name whispered, a siren, a lure to destruction. It lingers in the air like summer fruit, a sickly sweet, rotting trail. You follow. Compelled, chosen, blind.
A shout. Unsteady feet halt. Your name echoes like a command. By friend or foe? How much will it cost to halt a moment?
A cry. Desperate. Turn back, it’s the Samaritan’s instinct. Pain and fear lurks somewhere behind you. But for whom is it destined?
Someone knows you, someone knows your name. This is not their first encounter with you, though you may not have seen them before.
But they know your name.
They know you.
#whump tropes#whump idea#whump scene#creepy whumper#no whumper#stalking implied#implied stalking#stalking#tw stalking
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I love "i would kill for you" ship dynamics but what about "i would stop killing" ship dynamic??
I would lay down my sword for you. I would change my nature and go against everything i've known. I would resist the easy way out of solving my problems. I would give up the adrenaline of battle to stay by your side and make tea instead. I'm not sure I know who I am without a weapon in my hand because I've had to fight for so long but for you I'm willing to try and figure this out.
It must be hard. To put down your weapon that's protected you for so long. It's allowed you to stay alive it's kept you from getting hurt--physically and mentally. Because you've never had to worry about a real relationship if you think you'll be dead at the next battle. And you feel naked without it and it feels like you're ripping off an extension of yourself. Are you even whole without it? Are you worthy of being loved if you can't prove it by risking your life? And yet they've found someone who's asking them for something much harder than dying in battle on their behalf. They've found someone who wants them to live. And that's much more terrifying.
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A whumpy spin on cliches
average guy getting the hot girl = newbie or average whumper getting the most wanted whumpee
walking away from a crash that would've killed a normal person = whumper getting frustrated whumpee isn't breaking when any normal person would've cracked by now
Coming out of retirement for one last job = whumper being convinced to do torture one more time after giving it up to be a "good guy"
Any hacking job takes three minutes = whumpee breaks easily to save their skin, doesn't fight back to whumpers suprise
Magnificent breakfasts no one eats = whumper laying out a huge array of torture implements only to use something basic like pilers. This annoys whumpee
Turn on the tv = oh god someone's been kidnapped. But right now? whumpee's still in the room. This can only mean...foreshadowing
Car's get left anywhere = whumper who is meticulous about their car and insists on parking it correctly before proceeding with the kidnapping
Plans are really vague = whumpee is increasingly frustrated by whumper refusing to elaborate on what they want
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Could you do 12 of the angst Whump prompts?
Absolutely! 12: Delirious/Fever/Hallucinations/Sleep Paralysis
Bitter cold wrapped icy fingers around Whumpee as they curled up on the chilled stone floor. They shivered. Their skin prickled. Fire shot through their body and disappeared again. Whumpee shivered uncontrollably, desperate for the burning fever to come back. Anything to feel warm.
Their skin felt like it was on fire.
They were freezing.
They were so, so hot.
Their muscles, on fire and shaking, spasmed. They could see Caretaker in front of them with a blanket. They lifted the blanket over Whumpee. It burst into flames and Whumper appeared behind it, laughing manically. The blanket became whole again and turned into Caretaker, holding a steaming bowl. They tilted the bowl and the liquid slipped and spilled, no longer hot but cold.
So, so cold
Whumpee's eyes flew open, teeth chattering. Rain, pelting through the window, had soaked their clothes and pooled around them. They sniffled and curled into a tighter, helpless ball. Shivering, tears blurred with raindrops. The fever seared through their veins.
So hot.
So cold.
So alone.
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Is there a particular au you like exploring with whump?
Any au that explores power dynamics is great for whump! Like royalty, mafia, spies, bodyguards... It's so easy to up the angst when it's more than a physical power play!
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A whumpee whose wrists a cuffed inside of the pockets of a hoodie and gagged under a face mask taken out by whumper for a walk like this
Oh this is an interesting idea. Like subtle public whump! Bonus points if whumpee sees loved ones or Caretaker but they don't realise Whumpee is trouble. They simply see two people out for a walk, maybe even have a conversation with Whumper. Meanwhile, Whumpee is crying desperately inside because surely they have to notice something's off, the too tight mask, the awkward hands inside the hoodie pockets, the way Whumper holds Whumpee's waist in a grip a little too tight to be friendly....
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🥺🥺🥺🥺for me???? this is so cool omg!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!
This is only the 2nd mood board I've ever made, hahaha. I hope you like it! I put it under the read more just in case. This is for you @whumpers-inc !!
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🍓 I want a mal compliment~
Where do I start?!!!!
You are an amazing person and an awesome hype-er upper!!! I love your whump memes so much!!! And your snippets/drabbles???? WHUMPERFLIES!!!!!!!!!
You're always there if I want to bounce an idea around and you say the nicest things about my work!
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Whumper Reviews
imagine like a place where whumpees could leave reviews for whumpers like:
"Absolutely terrible experience. This whumper lacked the necessary skills and creativity to deliver a decent torture session. They repeatedly fumbled weapons, their restraint system was pathetic and even their poison was only half strength. Save yourself the hassle and get tortured elsewhere." ★★
"My go-to whumper! Professional, evil and charming with a wide range of niche torture knowledge that they're more than happy to try out on you! ★★★★
"This whumper was not only rude but also extremely egotistical. They monologued for hours on end, completely neglecting me, as they warbled about their upcoming plans. This did provide me with an escape opportunity though so that was good." ★★★
"I can't say enough good things about this whumper. From the moment I was lured into the car, whumper made me feel like a valued hostage. They demonstrated incredible expertise and creativity, during our torture sessions, using a huge variety of weapons and restraints. They even cut off a finger! The basement itself had a chilly, gloomy atmosphere, making the whole experience even more terrifying." ★★★★★
" They refused to increase my ransom. " ★
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At a university whumpee finds an ad for like a program to help them study. They are procrastinating a lot/ bad grades/ even failing. They agree to the terms. It seems to them like a weird reality show frat house thing but they want to have better grades. And if it is too weird they can drop out anytime right? So they move in with whumper.
this ask is from 2021 iamsosorry anon!!
"Finals making you want to scream? Need someone to tie you down and finish that assignment for you? We can help you, call this number!" The coloured paper plastered across the campus apparently advertised a study-help program. Whumpee stared at it. From the day they'd miraculously gotten in, their grades had plummeted. Failing was an understatement. One last shot, they promised themselves as they dialled the number. One last chance.
Following the brief phone call's instructions, Whumpee showed up at the dingy house that afternoon. Apparently there was a "suitability assessment" first. Whatever. As long as someone could fix their grades. The doorbell chimed for a long time, too long, and Whumpee realised they were nervous. They mentally slapped themselves. This was going to be fine.
The door swung open. A man, dressed in a tattered button up and pants stood in the opening. He extended his hand and as Whumpee took it, they noticed what looked like ketchup stains on the sleeve wrists and strangely, under his nails. Not particularly professional, they decided but accepted his invitation to enter.
Inside, it appeared their apparent tutor had never heard of either electricity or waste bins. In the dim light, Whumpee made out piles of bloody tissues, old food, rags and dark smeared utensils. Crinkling their lip in disgust, they followed the man into his living room.
"Please, take a seat." The man gestured to the couches and Whumpee picked the least stained one. They sat and glanced around them, an uncomfortable feeling settling in their stomach. The tattered, closed curtains made the room claustrophobic. They tried to shrug it off as their apparent tutor settled across from them.
"So, you are struggling in school?"
Whumpee nodded.
"Then you have come to the right place. I am an expert in my field."
This was somewhat reassuring. "It's not just one subject." Whumpee made eye contact to ensure this man understood the seriousness of their problems. "It's all of them. I've got two weeks before they're going to terminate my enrolment."
The man smiled. "I can help you. In fact, I can make all your problems go away. "
"How?"
"My teaching methods are highly specialised. I won't disclose them but you need to trust me. My teaching is what will fix your grades." The man leaned closer. "You will be required to stay here while you study. Just to minimise any distractions of course."
Whumpee stood. "Um, I think I can work it out myself." They walked toward the door. "I've remember my sister is a professor at Harvard so I'll probably get her to-"
"Your grades are guaranteed As."
"-I'll stay."
The man smiled. "A smart decision." He produced several crumpled pieces of paper and a pen. "Just sign these and we'll be ready to start your education."
Whumpee took them gingerly and scanned the practically illegible print. Something, something, all autonomy relinquished, something, injuries up to death, a smudge, "I of a sound mind declare". They glanced back at the man. "What the hell's this?"
"Nothing of concern. Just a little clause for my own protection. Just sign the papers please." The man folded his hands tightly as he watched Whumpee.
Whumpee hesitated.
"All As guaranteed."
Whumpee scrawled a signature across the bottom.
"Well done." The man took the pages back. "Call your friends and tell them not to worry if you disappear completely. You're obviously going to be to bogged down in study. And if, god forbid-" he smiled slyly "- you suddenly decided to drop out, no one would need to know. You would simply disappear."
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#ahhh these are opposites you cant make me choose but#knife point is intimate#trailing it over their skin#tilting their chin up#its a delicate power balance#gunpoint has no such qualms#its detatched#cold#at the back#at the forehead#they cant see it but they know its there#its the click as the safety goes off#as their hands go up#a slow turn around#its the distance and the power of gunpoint#its the strength the solidity of the dynamic#and that folks is why i chose gunpoint
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Whump Drabble
"You did this." Whumper gestured to Caretaker's crumpled form.
Dazed, Whumpee shook their head desperately. "No-no. I don't remember-"
Crossing the room, Whumper slapped them, their fingers imprinting a blood red mark on Whumpee's cheek. "Don't lie. You hurt Caretaker. You killed them. It was all you. "
Dark fog strangled Whumpee's thoughts. They fought the mist, searching desperately for memories in the drugged haze. They wouldn't have hurt Caretaker.
No. No. No.
Surely not.
But then devastatingly slowly, fragments returned to them. A fight. Caretaker screaming. A knife. A struggle with a blurry figure. Whumper standing over both of them.
It couldn't be true. Whumpee wouldn't have done that.
But their trembling gaze landed on the damming evidence, Caretaker's still body, and the question burned in their mouth. "Why?" they pleaded. "Why would I do that?"
Whumper smiled. "Because I told you too."
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"I won't do it." Whumpee gritted their teeth in defiance. "You can torture me all you want, but you can't make me give you the information."
"Oh I don't have to," Whumper purred. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll do it voluntarily. "
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"Credit to the original artist" is not credit to the original artist
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Whumpee forced to choose between necessities yesss so fucking good!
Food or water?
Warmth or medical aid?
Pain or air?
An arm or a leg?
A bullet or a knife
Caretaker or Lover?
Just *choices* where there's no possibility of a happy ending
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Whump Url Ideas
(that i don't think are taken yet!)
@whumpitoff / whump-it-off
@whumpapounatime / whump-apoun-a-time
@whumpderfulworld / whumpderful-world
@whumpititis
@diary-of-a-whumpee / diaryofawhumpee
@whump-time
@whump-she-wrote /whumpshewrote
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