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Oh, to have a villain circle around me slowly while eyeing me up and down as I try to implore them not to hurt people, to have their finger gently trace my jaw and make me shudder, get my face tilted up to them so they can see how frightened I am and watch their grin widen-

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requested by @vickytokio reference image

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And because I know you like having options, if that last one doesn't work how about a whumpee that has been used for target practice in some way?

I can't decide which is better, so here's both?

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Here's my first try for a whump art

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Whump/Angst with a Happy Ending: *exists*

Epilogue with Sinister Undertones:

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When a Whumper suddenly raises his voice. 

At first he’s talking all amiably, trying to coax information out of his Whumpee or getting them to do something. Maybe some gentle touches. Or it’s just pure intimidation: whispers, cooed threats, you wouldn’t want that now, would you?

And suddenly he picks up volume and shouts the last couple words. 

You wouldn’t want that now… Would you?!

And Whumpee flinches <3

Bonus:

(Also very good when mixed with the word Now!

“Get on your knees for me. Now!”)

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Whumper turned caretaker anyone?

CW: Kidnapping, restraining, impaled wound, blood, intimate whumper (nonsexual) Rough caretaking, some medical whump, gag

Whumper happily hummed to themselves, turning up the soft music on the radio. They drove down the empty highway, the gleaming sun just setting in the distance. “That was a lovely day, don’t you agree?” Whumper cheerfully spoke, they looked in the mirror to make eye contact with Whumpee in the back seat, who was bound and gagged, glaring at them. They responded with a muffled grunt.

“Oh! Right… I forgot about that. Sorry.” Whumper giggled, shrugging. “Man, you really are lucky! I’m so glad I was able to snag you up so easily. I’m going to take such good care of you, don’t worry!” They smiled at them. Whumpee was desperately trying to slip their wrists from the bindings behind their back. To their surprise, they managed to pop a wrist out. They froze in shock, thinking it was way too good to be true. 

They looked out the window, they were speeding down the highway, they had got the bindings off, but they were still stuck in here. Frustration and adrenaline spiked though their body, would the highway be worse to them then Whumper if they stayed? Their options swarmed in their head, if they didn’t do something now, they most likely would never get this chance again.

“Woah!” Whumper yelled, slamming on the breaks as a deer bolted in front of them, the whole car came to a screeching stop. Whumper let out a quick breath, glancing back. “Hey! You alright back there?” They called. Whumpee just stared at them wide eyed through the mirror, before busting the door open and taking off. 

“Hey, wait! When did… How did you-?!” Whumper leaped out of the car before finishing their sentence, quickly realizing Whumpee really wasn’t going to hang around to listen. 

Get off the road… Just get off the road. Whumpee thought to themselves, even though the road was their best option at running into a car for rescue, but Whumper had a car too… They leapt over the metal rail blocking a rather steep hill. In their panic, they lost footing, collapsing the whole way down the hill. They heard an ear-cringing *crack* when they hit the bottom of the hill, but the adrenaline screamed at them to ignore it and keep running. 

They could hear Whumper desperately calling for them not far as they bolted as fast as they could. They ran out of breath quickly, crouching down behind a large tree. They felt something running down their leg, they couldn’t see very well, but they could make out something sticking out of their leg. Whumpee froze, hoping it was just a trick of the light, as they gently touched it.

There was a long sharp stick completely impaling their leg, blood dripping down into the leaves under them. “Ohhh no no no no no….” Whumpee muttered to themselves, quickly covered their mouth. What now? What if Whumper finds them? Could they even run? The adrenaline would soon wear off, with pain following.

“Now what do we have here?” They heard a voice above them.

“Wait! Please! Don’t!” Whumpee screamed from shock. They tried to slink away, but the pain finally shot through their leg, as they cried out, biting down on their sleeve. Whumper dropped down to a crouch, pulling out their phone flashlight to access the damage. 

“Ouch…” Whumper hissed through their teeth sympathetically, taking their jacket off and tying it around their leg tightly. Whumpee didn’t even try to fight back, their leg hurt so badly they would take any of help, even from them. 

Whumper couldn’t help but to let off a smug smirk. “What did we learn?” They asked, a slight musical tone in their voice. Whumpee exhaled with annoyance, they weren’t going to say it, they weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Whumper cleared their throat, nudging their shoulder. Whumpee sighed, before muttering “No running…” 

“Good Whumpee!” They cheered, like rewarding a puppy doing a trick for the first time. “Come on now, up we go.” They huffed, gently wrapping their arms around their back and knees, lifting them bridal style back to the car. Whumpee only clung to their neck, letting off quiet sobbing whimpers. 

Whumper opened the trunk of the car, laying Whumpee inside who let out a panicked holler. “No no! It’s okay, I’m not leaving you in here.” They soothed, digging behind them in the trunk. “See? The medical supplies are back here.” They said, holding a first aid kit in front of them to prove it. “ Just hold still for me.” They said, getting to work on their leg. 

“Deep breath.” Whumper commanded, taking a hold of the stick. As soon as Whumpee took a deep breath in, Whumper ripped the stick from their leg, immediately pressing a cloth against it tightly. Whumpee cried out in pain, instinctively grabbing Whumper’s wrist for relief. Pain pulsed through their body, they could feel the cloth soaking up their blood as their body laid in shock. 

Whumper secured the cloth to their leg with a tight thick bandage, before wiping the sweat from their brow. “You did good, just hang in there, we’ll get it properly fixed up when we get home.” Whumper cooed at them, lifting them back in their arms. Whumpee grunted as they were set back in their seat, they were hoping to be spared the ropes this time, but Whumper had other ideas. 

Their wrists were tightly secured to the handle on the upper wall, their seatbelt strapped over their chest tightly, locking into place, the second belt beside them were used to bind their legs together resting up on the seat. They were at least spared the gag this round, as Whumper returned to the drivers seat before giving them a pat on the cheek. 

“Lets try this again!” They cheered, starting the car. 

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Thank you for reading!

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Whumper (who is a “good guy”) invites Whumpee’s friends/family/team over for a friendly meal, just a casual get together as they come up with a plan to find the missing Whumpee.

Little do they know, Whumper has them right where they want them, standing on the floor that serves as Whumpee’s ceiling. Bound up and gagged and unable to scream or communicate, but still able to hear their voices, their footsteps, their futile plans to “rescue” Whumpee from their mysterious kidnapper.

When the guests finally leave, Whumper goes downstairs to greet Whumpee, who is silent and crying and alone.

“You were so good,” they croon. “So quiet and obedient. If you weren’t,” they creep closer, “I was gonna have you pick one of them to join you.”

Whumpee shakes their head viciously at the thought, and Whumper smiles. “I guess you’re just gonna have to keep being good for me, okay?”

Whumpee nods, knowing that this is probably best. Better that only one is captured than the rest of the team. It’s horrible, knowing that they’re alone and in pain and terrified at every waking moment, but at least they don’t have to see their friends getting hurt too. It’s a worthy self sacrifice.

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Rescued Whumpee finally allowed things!!

Showers/baths! They stay in the hot water for what seems like hours, scrubbing and using soap and enjoying the peacefulness of getting clean

Eating regular meals! They scarf down their food as fast as they can, but eventually they take their time and enjoy the meal and also enjoy the company of Caretaker at the table

Omg is that a dog?? Whumpee is careful and cautious, and treats the animal with the utmost respect and hesitation. The dog, of course, loves Whumpee and barrels into them, licking their face and making them smile and laugh, pushing the dog gently off.

Picking out their own clothes! Going shopping with Caretaker and admiring the outfits, and not thinking that any of them will look good on them. But Caretaker insists, and Whumpee ends up fluffy sweaters galore

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Ugh, how does one go about finding old whump art ><

Quite some time ago there was a tumblr blog, I think something bruisedandbeated, bruisedandbloody?…something. Not the one there is now. This one was chockful of collected fanart. Categorized by series, game or even character. I think it deactivated, but every now and then I remember some of the pieces and of course I didn’t save them because having a folder filled with art like that would be questionable… *soft ‘ohoho’*

There was a lovely piece of As*sassin’s creed Sh*aun Hastings tied to a chair, with someone, in a lab coat I think, standing behind him with a riding crop, with an ‘are you ready to talk now?’

And I miss it.

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Do you know how pretty you look when you’re begging for your life.

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Choose your own adventure style whump, anyone?

“I have all these OCs! But no story…”

bruh

make a fighting game

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tag the oc who has a weird pet

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Like A Deer in Headlights

Yo, so, I have been working on a few pieces but my brain won’t function. SO, here is Asher getting caught in Rodgers room. Bone apple teeth :)

“Lookin’ for something?” Rodger hummed, a smug grin filling his face. “I-no, I-“

-“you know, you were never a good liar.” Rodger took a few steps forward, making Asher step back, his back hitting against the wall.

“Like a deer in headlights,” Rodger sneered, taking his knife out from his pocket. He took several more steps until his nose was just about touching Asher’s.

He gently traced the knife along Asher tensed jaw, “So tell me pretty boy, what are you doing in my room?” Asher’s breathing was heavy and quick, “I-I -I-“

“-Ugh, that stupid stutter!” Asher flinched as the knife was pressed in slightly to his skin. “Takes me back. Do you remember the first thing I told you when I brought you here?”

“There- there was a few things you told me that day,” Asher spat through clenched teeth. He had to keep some defiance. He had already broke for Aiden, he wasn’t going to break for this bastard!

Rodger studied the boy in front of him. He looked so scared, it almost reminded him of Jack. But there was something about Asher, the act of defiance he tried to put on. Those eyes that glared at him, it made him feel a certain way.

“I gave you some rules, some simple, easy rules. I guess you’re more dumb than I thought you were. You can’t even get a simple rule through that thick skull of yours!”

Asher felt his face flush. He was always called dumb, always stupid. But he was smart, wasn’t he?

“What are you going to do, call Alicia? Get her to come over here so she can ‘scare’ me?”

Asher could see the way anger boiled in Rodger. He knew he hated the way Asher was more scared of Alicia than him.

“You better watch your mouth, or else you’ll see a side of me that you don’t want to see.”

Asher let out a laugh, “HA! Oh please, the only sides of you I have seen are the spoilt little brat who has anger issues and is a sick fuck!”

Asher cringed at the silence, a knot in his stomach tightened.

“Oh, is that what you think? Alright, let’s play a game, shall we?” Asher just glared at him. “If you tell me why you were in here, I won’t give you an extra punishment for what you just pulled back there. But if you don’t tell me,” he started laughing, “My oh my, will we have fun.”

Before Asher could think, he quickly spat right into Rodger’s face. Rodger looked at him in shock and then smiled, “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

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