#basement whump

[generic-whumperz]

Errybody gangster til their sleep paralysis demon shows up

Guess who also got his achilles tendon cut? Because the poor guy doesn’t get whumped enough? ;)

Aid taglist: @sacredwrath @pirefyrelight @little-rat-dragon @whumpyourdamnpears @potterhead5ever @3-2-whump

Ignore the imperfections, this took me forever :’}

Thought I’d share my process on this one?

3-D Rendering reference

I tried to do this in watercolor & pencil first…(hated it)

So I went digital

Final unaltered version. I adjusted the color which make it a little sharper and added a vinaigrette border for the final one since I wanted it a little darker.

But if you like this version better let me know!

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

Pitch black surrounded Whumper as he woke up in the basement.

The blindfold was gently pressed on his closed eyes, and his wrist were bound above his head. He had no clue as to where he was, except for the metal door that scraped against the concrete ground.

fear pricked the back of his mind, memories from the things he's done in the past flooding his head as he waited to see who his captor is. except this time, he was the one at someone elses mercy. for the first time in his life, he was the one who was scared.

"Hello?" his voice felt loud in the deafening silence, panic growing in his mind.

Whumper was at his last whim until he heard the door open again, footsteps approaching. "Who.. are you? tell me where I fucking am."

"You know exactly who I am, master!" a cheery and familiar voice rang out.

The blindfold was removed as whumper found himself staring into the face of whumpee — someone he held captive oh so long ago

"You missed me a lot, didn't you? i definitely couldn't stand being apart from you."

A chill went down his spine at the disturbing tone of their voice. They weren't here for revenge. They missed whumper so fucking much

Whumpee approached the bound whumper, softly running their fingers through his hair.

"We'll be together soon, whumper." They purred in his ear despite his jerking away.

"Just relax and I'll take care of everything."

[echoingalaxies]

Whumper showing a newly kidnapped Whumpee a 300-page, horrifyingly detailed plan of their upcoming captivity and torture.

[sowhumpful]

That ankle chain gave me whumperflies.

[pvtashby]

If I had a penny for each time I saw a chair that felt like it should have a hostage in it, I’d have two pennies, which isn’t much but it’s weird it’s happened twice

[afurtivecake]

no but like, nathan patting riko patronizingly on the back and telling him not to worry; he won't have any reason to end up in the murder basement if he plays exy good like he's supposed to. (giving him that Butcher of Baltimore Smile (TM) as he says it.) riko's mind that's already primed to spiral at the tiniest hint of a thought of failing at exy sends him straight to a vivid image of nathan's murder basement. it's not going to happen because he's king, he's the best, this is just ridiculous, but what if-?

it starts off as revulsion at the idea that he, a moriyama, would be treated that way by a moriyama servant, no less. but then he can't stop picturing all the horrible and grotesque torture that could happen to him. he hasn't stopped thinking about that one time he saw nathan murder a guy since he was a kid and being put in the murder basement would mean he gets to see nathan work again. and ok that would mean it's being done to him and worst of all, he might not be able to stop it because who would hear him in a dark basement after he's failed at exy but- he CANNOT stop fantasizing about every gory detail. part of him even finds the horrible murder basement fantasy a comfort and reprieve from the real terror of failure.

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

A/N: this wont be that good tbh i just wrote this in like 40 minutes; lmk if u want a part 2; reblogs help more than likes

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whumpee's heart raced every time they got near caretaker. though their relationship had blossomed into a romantic one since that fateful rescue from whumper's clutches, there seemed to be something off about caretaker ever since that day.

they never wanted whumpee to go into their basement. ever

at first, they assumed it was just filthy and they were really embarrassed about it. but everytime they went to caretakers house, they swear they heard noises coming from down there. grunts of pain and anguish, and a faint metallic smell.

if they even looked as if they were going to go down there, caretaker would snap and snatch them away from the door by their arm followed with "you never listen, do you? i said it's nothing. now go sit back down"

these moments were scary for whumpee. caretaker never snapped at them.. which led them to attempt to go down there. (like an idiot lol)

while caretaker was using the bathroom, whumpee stood from their spot on the couch and tippy-toed over to the basement door.

their heart was pounding as they reached out to twist the knob. as soon as they opened the door, the faint smell of metallic grew much, much stronger.

it was dark down there, but they were able to make out a hunched over, dark figure. whumpee stepped down the stairs as the figure became more clear. more familiar. is that..whumper? they flick the light on as their heart began pounding harder than it already was.

there in the center of the room was whumper.. bound to a pole, bloodied and blindfolded. they thought they were going to throw up. they wanted to scream and cry. whumper appeared to be awake, but out of it.

caretaker couldn't have done this, right?

whumpee inched forward to peel the blindfold off of whumper, his frightened gaze meeting whumpee's.

"holy shit why are you here- did caretaker do this to you? how long have you been here?" a million questions danced in their mind, so much so that they didn't see whumper desperately trying to warn them. so much so that they barely had time to turn around and see caretakers hand, which was bearing a heavy object, lashing out to connect with their head.

pain exploded behind whumpee's eyes as their world dissolved to darkness. with a final and desperate gasp, their conciousness slipped away as they collapsed to their ground at the mercy of the same person who had saved their life in the past

[sowhumpful]

[ziptiesnfries]

being a picky whump liker is so funny sometimes. i'll be scrolling through pages and pages of whump content like "nope, nope, nope" and then suddenly i see a random picture of someone's creepy ass basement and it's instant whumperflies

[bisexualmcqueen]

the 8.7k of near-postable cars wips i have staring at me rn

[whumperofworlds]

Basement anon here again. You can keep this to yourself im just dumping another idea. And tell me if you don't want to have the ideas. These aren't to push you to do it in a certain way. Im just thinking it can be done that way or might inspire you a way and can stop if I come out too pushy/or you just aren't interested for any reason.

I think you can take the existing point system for art and modify it for the other forms.

Like, art fight gives more points to full body+color. Then maybe you can put a certain word count to be equal to it. For gifs it may be the number of gifts.

Limiting the max point for everything the same might make it more fair and competitive. And gradually lower the points from there while keeping the same ratio (like, colored/sketch=one-shot/prompt so colored will get the same points with a one-shot and sketch will get the same point with prompt list) will allow people to earn points in what they enjoy rather than taking up a form they don't want to for the sake of points.

Hi Basement Anon!!! Feel free to send as many ideas as you like!!! I need all the help I can get TBH haha.

Oooooh, that's actually not a bad idea for the point system! I'll definitely consider it; I'm brainstorming ideas with a few others on what to do, so will put it on the table and see how it goes!

I highly, highly appreciate all your ideas and suggestions, friend ❤️ Keep em coming if you have more! :)

[iwritewhump]

"You're nothing without me." + hero whumper + basement

day twenty-three of whumptember

1323 words

warnings: intimate whumper, broken skin, kidnapping, falling down a flight of stairs, hanging from the wrists, throwing up, descriptive gore (specifically a cracked skull)

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Hero makes herself seen by Villain and strides into the alleyway with him. She tilts her head and looks around. “Is this really where you want to do this?” 

Villain nods and closes the gap between them. He sighs, “I wish we didn’t have to do this. But I know you’ll never leave me alone. So let’s get it over with.” 

His lip quivers and he takes a deep, shuddering breath before taking a step away from her. Slowly, he reaches for his dagger and wraps his fingers around it. 

The cool metal warms under his hand and he pulls it from its sheath. Hero smirks and raises her fists, showing off her brass knuckles. 

She throws the first punch, hitting his cheekbone. Blood beads out and runs down his face. He hisses and holds his sleeve up to the cut, pressing on it to try and slow the bleeding. 

She lands another blow, this time on his arm. The blood runs down to his fingertips and blood drips onto the ground. 

She smirks and takes a step closer, just close enough for him to bury his dagger in her shoulder. She roars and shoves him back. He stumbles and falls to the ground, dazed from the hit. 

He regains his footing and holds his arms out in front of his face. He looks behind him and wishes he’d chosen a spot that gave an opportunity to run, but all he can do is fight. 

“Regretting your decision?” Hero taunts, grabbing Villain’s arm. She buries her nails in his arm until he drops the dagger. It clatters to the ground and Villain gasps. 

He backs up against the wall. The sharp ridges of the bricks behind him dig into his back as Hero presses up against him. Inhaling through his teeth and bracing for the impending impact, Villain closes his eyes. 

Hero cups his cheek with her hand and strokes his bleeding cheekbone with her thumb, “So scared.” she whispers. Her voice sends a shiver down Villain’s spine. “Poor thing.” 

She takes his hand and pulls him away from the wall and leads him out of the alleyway. 

Villain’s too tired to fight her, he lets her pull him out of the alley, away from his dagger and to her car. 

She opens the passenger door and stands him in front of it. “Get in.” 

He blinks and starts to duck into the car. Hero shoves him the rest of the way in, hitting his head on the roof of the car.  Villain groans as she leans over him to buckle him in the seat. She lingers there, one hand on his thigh and the other tracing over his chest. 

“My lucky day,” She whispers, pushing herself with the hand on his thigh. She walks around the front of the car and gets in the driver’s seat. The car speeds off and Villain leans against the window, keeping an eye on Hero. 

Hero inhales sharply and turns to look at Villain. Her hand creeps over to his arm and she finds his hand. Waffling their fingers together, she squeezes his hand and pulls it to the center console. 

“I expected you to put up more of a fight,” she says, almost singsong. “You must’ve wanted to come with me.” 

Villain doesn’t pull his hand away. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to imagine he’s back home. “I’m tired of all the fighting. I figured it was time to…” 

“Give up?” Hero suggests. 

Not give up. Anything but give up. Stop fighting, retire, throw in the towel, quit. Not give up. 

“Yeah,” Villain says, “I guess. Besides, it felt like a natural ending. You’re getting more and more support, more people are opposing you. My job is done.” 

Hero scoffs, “What job?” 

“Nothing,” Villain says, his face turning white. “Forget I said anything.” 

Hero squeezes his hand and slams on the brake. He flies forward, forehead hitting the dashboard. She pulls to the side of the road and parks the car. “What. Job?” 

He shakes his head and looks out the window. 

“You can tell me now or I’ll beat it out of you.” she threatens. Villain stays quiet and Hero starts driving again. She glares at Villain, trying to pry into his mind and figure out his secret, but he doesn’t give anything away. 

Hero pulls the car into the garage and pulls Villain out of the car. She drags him behind her and down the stairs, not caring when he loses his footing and falls past her. She lets him tumble, a mess of legs and arms flailing down the stairs to the concrete bottom. 

She takes her time getting down the stairs, carefully stepping over Villain. He’s knocked out, blood seeping out of his reopened wounds and new ones from the fall. She grabs him by his collar and pulls him further into the basement. 

~

Villain wakes up with his hands above his head. He groans groggily and tries to move, to lower his arms and sit down, but all he manages to do is stumble in place. He looks around, getting his bearings and sees Hero sitting on the ground in front of him. 

She pushes herself to her feet and stands in front of Villain. 

“Do you want to tell me what you meant in the car?” she asks, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him towards her. 

When he doesn’t respond, she shoves him away from her. His feet lift from the ground and all his weight is held by his wrists. Villain cries out, tears springing from his eyes. 

“Ok!” he screams, “I’ll tell you!” 

And Hero doesn't know if it’s because his hands are purple, or his arm and cheek are probably infected, or he fell down an entire flight of stairs, but he broke easily so she counts it as a victory. 

“Superhero hired me. He knew you needed help building your reputation so he paid me to lose a few fights.” Villain sighs and shakes his head. “I tried to get out of it as soon as Vigilante surfaced, but Superhero said it wasn’t enough. So I kept fighting-kept losing.” 

Hero shakes her head. She backs away from Villain, anger hardening her face. “You’re lying to me!” 

“Why would I do that?” 

She stares at him, face turning red. Her arms cross in front of her and she bites her cheek. Villain tilts his head and finds what he hopes is his opening. 

“I could’ve beaten you. At first. You were weak and it took so much restraint not to ruin you. I made you strong. I made you who you are. You’re nothing without me.” he spits. 

Hero charges him and shoves him back, he goes flying to the back of the room. 

There’s a sickening crack when Villain’s head hits the wall. He swings forward again, feet dragging behind him the whole way. His head hangs forward loosely as blood drips from the back of his head onto his face. It collects at his nose and trickles steadily onto the floor. 

Hero gasps and pulls away, blood getting on the toe of her shoe. “Oh god!” 

She screams, backing away from Villain. Her hand covers her mouth and her stomach turns as Villain’s body slowly turns so his back is facing her. The back of his head is cracked open, fragments of his skull stick out of his flesh. 

Hero vomits and runs out of the basement. She trips up the stairs, falling forward and splitting her lip. She hurries the rest of the way up and pulls her phone out. She dials 911 and her finger hovers above the call button. But how would she explain anything to them? 

And they can’t get her the answers she needs. She shakes her head and deletes the number, instead clicking on Superhero’s contact. He has a lot to answer for.

[pyrepostings]

whumpee who's only given soft water to drink/bathe with.

[snakebites-and-ink]

OK, so I'm writing a new miniseries.

If I post it all at once, you'll get the full thing earlier, but I then might have sort of a "dry spell" where I don't post much writing on here for a while.

If I space it out, it will help me keep up a supply of writing for longer, but it'll also take longer for you to get the whole thing.

(Either way, chapters will be in separate posts, it's just about when they'll go up)