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Whumper who dreams of stardom, wanting their face on a million screens and dreamed of it since childhood

so when the whumpees they abused gain that stardom after escaping them, whumper stalks them until they find them again

this time they won't be so easy on them

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Three themes that regularly appear in my stories:

- Dealing with extreme fear

- “I’d do anything to get rid of my curse”

- Emotional scars

Open tag for anyone who wants to hop on :)

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Theres something so special. About a character saying they're "used to" something. "Im used to pain." "Im used to death." "Im used to be treated like that." "It's okay, I'm used to it." It gets me. Alskskkdwlndjcjsbbsbs

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A Whumpee who has spent their entire life under the control of another, without any autonomy or independence.

One day, after their rescue, they finally realize that they now *do* have autonomy, and that the others in their life respect that. They have independence, they can do whatever the fuck they want, they don't need permission anymore.

And that feels... weird. Surreal. Freeing. Confusing.

They're just holding this revelation in their hands like "What is this? What do I do with it?"

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❤︎ Just wanted to say thank you to the whump community for...

Telling stories that make us feel deeply

Showing recovery as the messy, nonlinear process that it is

Offering hope for recovery at all

Acknowledging the cycles of pain, fear, anger, and hate

Loving bodies that aren't perfectly abled and personalities that aren't perfectly agreeable

Honoring vulnerability

Giving us imperfect victims and villains who are still worth something

Portraying the beauty to be found in supposed ugliness (very goth of you)

Admitting that not all ugly moments can be made beautiful. Sometimes they just hurt.

Sitting with the pain that all of us will feel at some point in our lives, so that we all feel less alone.

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I didn't learn how to swim, so whenever we'd go on family outings where I might end up by the water, my parents always warned me about flailing. Your first instinct is going to be to fight - and if someone is going to come to try to get you, you might flail out of their grasp or not realize there's someone there to help.

So. Whumpee, drowning, and Caretaker coming to help - only for whumpee to be slipping out and out of their grasp

Nice 👍

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Here's some

Reactions to getting whipped

Content: whipping in punishment and slavery kind of context, new slave, PTSD

Presenting another part of their body to protect the first. Being hit on the same place multiple times can cause more severe injuries and our brains know that instinctively

Gasp of pain rather than an initial cry--this type of pain is so sharp, it's shocking. (This changes with different types of whips--one with heavier knots will feel more like getting pelted with rocks)

Holding their breath so they don't scream

clutching their work/whipping post tightly, bending over it

If on legs or arms--Pulling partly out of the way so that their clothes bulk over the area they were just whipped. The whipping effect is significantly hampered by having to get through clothes.

Screams usually start with a "ckl" sound

Afterward there may be different kinds of physical shock (I don't mean necessarily medical shock)--a sudden severe pain like this tells their body they are in serious danger, so they may be shaking, feeling faint, have incredible amounts of adrenaline

Feeling pain where they were lashed every time they see whumper again

Rage that can't abate. Especially if it was sudden and shocked their body, they would instinctively need to eliminate such a dangerous threat, so the animal rage may not die down for a long time, if ever

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I don't play with my food anymore

And my food doesn't much care to play with me, either

It just sits and rots, sometimes it talks, but most times it just rots

I wonder sometimes if I should ever try to talk to it

We both seem to not care to put much effort

I don't think I'm fit for this kind of thing anymore, as if I was in the first place

I just want to sit and rot, too

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So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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from a regretful whumper

" I could lie.

I could so easily, easily lie.

But where would that get me in the end, in the reveal?

I miss you so much...

You're the only one who ever apologized...

The bigger part of me says it's wrong though, I wish you got a life before meeting me that first time, I wish this timeline would've split the other way... "

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"That wouldn't be fatal!" It would. "They couldn't survive that!" They could.

If my time as an EMT and Hostile First Aid instructor taught me anything it is that the body is both impossibly resilient and impossibly fragile, and almost any traumatic injury you can think of could either be fine or fatal depending on the whims of the universe.

So use that crap as liberally as you want to serve whatever narrative you're writing.

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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Part V

"I need to know that you are okay."

"There is nothing I appreciate more than your comfort."

"You're an angel. You truly are."

"I will always be right here."

"There is no problem we can't fix."

"I know it hurts right now."

"Please, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

"I'm right here, I won't leave you."

"Give me your hand. You're safe with me."

"Don't worry about anything now."

"The hurt is just temporary."

"I'm here now, so just let go."

"Please, I need you to calm down."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here."

"I will make it alright. I promise."

Hurt/Comfort Masterpost

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Tw: torture, sadistic whumper, kidnapping

Hero kidnapped by supervillain, who doesn't want hero dead, but definitely doesn't want them out and about and meddling.

So, thinking to kill two birds with one stone, supervillain gives hero to villain, a sadist who is, at all times, This Close to cutting up their own team just to feel something.

Villain is given two instructions:

Don't kill them.

Have fun.

Hero isn't being tortured for information, so they don't need to be kept in any working order. They're not being kept for ransom, so they don't need to stay relatively unharmed. They need to be kept alive, so there's no hope for an easy out. Hero's team has no idea where supervillain's base is, so villain doesn't have to rush.

What state is hero in when they escape or are rescued? Are they even still recognisable as themself? Does the team comment on how much they've changed? Do they see their trauma as weakness, or do they try to help? Do they mention they miss old hero, from before supervillain got them? Do they make hero think it's their own fault they got captured, they should have been better, smarter, stronger? Do they help hero get strong again?

What about when they finally face supervillain again? Is villain there? Can hero look at either of them? Do they flinch every time they move? Or are they firm, defiant, determined to prove that villain couldn't break them? Do they manage to make it all the way back to their base before breaking down?

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here have some miscellaneous duo pose refs that have been sitting in a folder untouched for years maybe one of yall can use em. one of the lil guys only has one arm so i typically hide both wrists behind his back for Bondage Reasons :]

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Whumper lines, but it's me to the mouse I just got out of my home:

"You're cuter when you're in a cage"

"You're lucky I want to deal with your corpse even less than I want to deal with a living you"

"Go, be free, get murdered by someone else"

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Settling In

Part One / Masterlist / Next

CW: Kidnapped, captivity, [past] abusive relationship, intimate whumper, unpredictable whumper, very brief, very lightly referenced noncon - I don't know if it even reads as such, but considering it's where the series will go at some point anyway I'd rather play it safe.

After being kidnapped by his abusive ex-boyfriend Lukas, Kieran finds himself reliving the fear he thought he'd left behind. Tonight is just about settling in; the real fun hasn't even begun.

He was led to an underground basement, a dark, dingy place with musty smell from a lack of ventilation. A single light bulb flickered weakly, not quite stretching across the entire room, it's warm glow unable to touch the gloomy atmosphere. A metal bed frame that looked like something from an old hospital sat in the middle, head against the wall with free space either side save for one wooden table, chipped and stained. An ancient mattress sat atop the frame, with little else. A wooden chair sat nearby facing the bed.

It was like something from a horror movie, Kieran thought, as he followed Lukas tremulously, another man trailing close behind to make sure he didn't run. Not that he'd get very far if he tried; he didn't get the chance to look around, but what he did see were lots of trees, a dense forest spanning miles and miles. And they still had their cars, to boot. He wouldn't have a chance.

"Your new home," Lukas proudly announced, spreading his arms like it was a grand reveal. "It's not much, I know. You're not gonna be given everything on a silver platter this time, Angel. You'll have to earn privileges, such as nice food, clothes, and a better room. Until then, you'll have to ask me or Heather when you want to use the bathroom - there is a bucket for emergencies." He kicked a bucket under the bedside table.

Kieran's skin crawled, shame creeping up him like a vine piercing his flesh. This is what his life had come to? Even a dog was afforded better conditions.

Lukas stepped in front of him and Kieran flinched, shrinking back from his hovering hands.

"Relax. I'm just going to take the gag off. Though if you want to keep it on, that can be arranged…"

Kieran shook his head frantically, forcing his posture to lighten. Lukas chuckled, reaching around to untie the fabric.

"That's what I thought." He paused before taking it off fully, "Don't scream. No one's around to help you anyway, but I will find it very annoying, and you don't want that do you?"

No, he didn't want that at all. Kieran bowed his head in a gesture of submission. He didn't have to look have to see Lukas' smirk. But it was a relief to be rid of the rancid taste of the fabric. Kieran worked his jaw, stiff from hours -days?- of misuse.

"What-" He tried, but it came out more of a croak.

"Shh. I'll give you some water in a minute. Come over here, and then you can ask your questions." Lukas placed a hand on his back, steering him over to the bed, or more like a cot. His fear must have shown on his face, for Lukas laughed, gently pushing him down to sit.

"Relax. I'm not going to do anything. Tonight's just about getting you settled in." Lukas pulled out a switchblade and sliced through the ropes that bound Kieran with ease. He automatically went to rub his sore wrists, but the relief was short lived as Lukas instead procured a pair of handcuffs, attaching one end to Kieran's wrist and securing the other around the bedframe. Kieran tugged, the metal clinking together, but they wouldn't budge.

"Sorry, but you can't be trusted," Lukas said lightly, as if this was all just a game. It probably was, to him. True to his word, he handed Kieran a plastic bottle of water, removing the cap before passing it to him. Kieran drank greedily, not even stopping to question whether it was safe. It tasted alright, though, and frankly it was either drink what was offered or eventually die of dehydration anyway. May as well take a chance.

After a moment Lukas took it back, "Easy, not so fast," He chided, screwing the cap back on and placing it on the nightstand. "I'll leave it there, if you behave. Now, it's about time we had a little catch up, don't you think?" He turned to the two men standing guard by the stairs. "You two can go," He made a shooing motion, "He's not going anywhere now."

As their heavy boots thudded up creaking steps, Lukas pulled up a chair, resting his head in his hands as he watched Kieran almost eagerly, looking at him with such utter devotion that perhaps would have been cute in another situation, from someone like Abi. From someone like Lukas it was terrifying.

"I'm sure you must have much to say. Go on; you can speak freely for now."

"Why are you doing this?" Kieran tried to sound bold, but he couldn't hide the tremble in his voice. He was used to being afraid; he'd spent many nights tiptoeing around the apartment they shared, scared to even breathe too loudly for fear of getting on Lukas nerves. One step out of place had the potential to send Lukas into a rage, every minor error a cardinal sin in his eyes. Maybe Kieran didn't clean well enough, or maybe he wasn't enthusiastic enough in his responses. He was always either too loud, or too quiet. He was too pushy, or he didn't care at all. Everything he did was wrong. Every word a potential spark on the fuse.

Lukas carefully moulded Kieran into what he wanted him to be. A toy, a trophy, there to look pretty and show off in public only to cast him aside at home. He smiled. He laughed. He tended to Lukas' needs while he himself drowned. He was never a lover, not to Lukas; he was just a plaything.

Kieran had tried so, so hard to break free. But here, now, it all came flooding back so easily. He was never free. Not really.

Lukas brow furrowed. "Because I missed you, silly. How else was I supposed to bring you home? Didn't you miss me?"

"I…" Kieran swallowed. "It's been so long… Didn't you move on? I found friends, a job, built a life. Didn't you build a life without me?"

A shadow flashed across Lukas' face. "How could I? You were everything to me. With you gone, I fell apart. I wasn't a nice person without you around, Angel. I lost my job. Lost my friends. I lost myself." Kieran jumped back as Lukas lurched forward, his fingers digging painfully into Kieran's arms. "You left me." Lukas sounded… genuinely upset. His voice rose, wracked with tremors like a volcano preparing to erupt. "You left me, abandoned me! Threw me out like I was trash, like I was nothing after all I did for you!" His last words came out in a growl, and he shot to his feet, kicking the chair aside. He paced the room erratically, running a hand through his hair. "Do you have any idea how it feels? To came home to an empty house, all your belongings gone, a note on the table. No way to contact you. Was I not even worth telling in person!? Hell, not even text! No, you just went ahead and blocked my number. Well just fuck me, right!? Two years meant so little to you?" He stopped in the middle of the room, closing his eyes with his head tilted back.

He took a deep breath. His next words were calmer, more controlled but no less dangerous. "It's okay, though. I forgive you. You hurt me, you hurt me deeply, you ruined everything - but I forgive you. We'll fix this. We'll make it right again, the two of us."

Kieran's heartbeat thrummed in his ears as he stared at Lukas with wide, terrified eyes. His hands were cold and clammy, slick with sweat. His whole body quivered violently, fear gripped his throat tightly like a leash around his neck. This was just like last time. This was worse than last time, at least last time they pretended he had freedom. Now he was literally chained to bed in a fucking serial-killer basement. Icy dread gnawed at his insides, clawing it's way to the surface after so long in the darkness. Whispering in his ear a fatal truth he didn't want to believe.

He wasn't going to make it of this alive.

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@thataquaticwhumper this was so long ago but you wanted to be pinged for part 2, sorry it's so late!