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Forced body modification in Whump should be more popular, methinks.

Forcing Whumpee to get a tattoo, cutting or burning initials into their skin. Sharpening the canines of an “attack dog” Whumpee to make them look scarier. Giving them piercings they wouldn’t give themselves, or an ID tag to hang from their ear. Changing their hair color. Deciding what they wear, what they eat, how they speak, who they are.

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Whumpees hung from the ceiling by their wrists. Defiant Whumpees mouthing off despite the pain, and having weights tied to them as a consequence.

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Thinking heavily today about public humiliation:

Being paraded in front of a crowd—dragged behind a horse maybe, pulled along by a length of rope around their wrists

Whumper forcing Whumpee to walk behind them on a leash

Whumpee’s hair being forcibly cut or shaved

Forced to walk barefoot, or without any clothes at all

Public trials or executions

Public mock executions, where Whumpee can see for themself that no one will help them. The crowd cheers for their death.

Being whipped, caned, birched, or belted

Being restrained in a way that leaves them vulnerable to the whims of a crowd—the stocks, the post, a stress position, or simply being held down by a few guards

Public demotion or exile

Forced to complete humiliating tasks as a form of entertainment or punishment

Forced to kneel or bow to/beside Whumper

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I loveloveLOVE when a prisoner with their hands bound behind their back gets constantly shoved around by their captors and keeps falling to the ground because they can’t catch or balance themselves.

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“Let’s try this again,” said Whumper, crouching so they were eye level with Whumpee. “You may call me ‘Sir’, or you may call me ‘Master’. Those are your only choices.”

Whumper reached out and removed the gag, letting it dangle from their fingers. Whumpee fought the urge to work the soreness out of their jaw, flexing their hands where they were tied behind their back. “Now,” said Whumper, “what do you call me?”

Whumpee smiled. “An asshole.”

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Say hello to the winning design for our mascot contest! It was an incredibly close vote, but in the end, this design by tsukareta819 is our winner!

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If they didn’t want to get napped, maybe they shouldn’t look so whumpable 🤷

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Fic Collection White Collar

I am not very active in the White Collar Fandom, but have read one or two fics already. Recently I stumbled across one of those Whump Collection Links on livejournal and thought you would like me to share them. They are ordered by character (Neal and Peter) and by whump trope, so it’s pretty organized. I am goinge to put the URL inbetween the [LINK] and list all the tropes that can be found at that link.

[Neal Part 1]

AIDS/HIV

Allergic Reaction

Amnesia

Appendicitis

Arm/Hand/Shoulder Injury

Back Pain

Beating/Stabbing/Cutting/Torture

[Neal Part 2]

Blindness/Deafness/Sensory Deprivation or Loss

Broken Ribs/Internal Injuries

Buried Alive

Cancer/Lupus

Car Accident

Chickenpox/Shingles

Cold/Flu/Infection/Fever 

Keep reading

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welp this didn't take me nearly as long as i expected it to lol, but here's a letterboxd list containing all movies from the @whumpapedia !

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I used Nylo as a model for my commission notice 🥰

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Stoicism Breaks

cw: implied captivity whump, interrogation, torture

Different ways a whumpee character can begin to break down:

that first muffled grunt of pain wrung out of them after being captured. maybe it's from an unexpected slap to the face or punch to the throat, maybe from the restraints around their wrists or arms being pulled a little too tight.

the first screams that are ripped from their throat as the initial interrogation reaches a peak and injuries are now being layered on top of other injuries.

the tears that start streaming down their face as they realize they just can't control their own reactions anymore.

the first time they start shivering and shaking from pain or cold or fear or exhaustion or some unholy combination of all four.

the first time they break down and ask for food or water or blankets or painkillers or even just a bit of human conversation, because they're so lonely and miserable in their cell.

the first time they break down and beg for mercy, either because they can't stand another round of torture, or because whumper has just decided to torture a teammate or friend in front of them.

the guilt that saturates their entire being when they finally break down and give information to their enemies in order to save someone else from being tortured, or in order to prevent an attack on another target, or just to save themselves from some horrible fate, their once-strong resistance worn down to a nub.

the moment right after being rescued, when a stoic character finally allows their eyes to well up with long-repressed tears. "I thought I'd never see you again," they choke out as they cling to their friend. "I didn't want to let myself hope -"

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I love non-human whumpees so much!

- Horned whumpees that whumper takes advantage of.

- Whumpees that can purr (best for comfort).

- Whumpees who bite when threatened.

- Whumpees who growl in warning.

- Whumpees who have abilities that backfire when in captivity (horns, sensitive body parts, excellent hearing).

- Whumpees whose eyes change color based on emotion (cliche but whumperflies).

Non-human whumpees are great and are my preferred whumpee!! <3

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"People mostly write and read very character driven, specific ship focused fic, because what most people want out of fanfiction is to focus on the romance between characters they're not getting in canon so they can soak in the vibes."

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

thank hell for all the authors in fandom, and all the wonderful, different kinds of fanfiction they write for us.

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being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

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A treadmill!

-- @whumperofworlds

Thank you very much!

I have an entire wip centered around this…

Handcuff them to the treadmill’s bar in some way and make your whumpee run. All day with little to no breaks. Feed them the bare minimum, just enough to keep them going; same with water. Control the speed externally so they can’t, keep making the track go faster and faster, faster than they can keep up with. What a shame it would be if they tripped and their skin got dragged and consequently shredded by the still moving track… and while cuffed, their wrist/s will also be pulled and strained until the whumpee can get back to their feet.

At the end of the day, whumpee is going to be tired. So much that they can’t even move once whumper mercifully releases their red and bleeding wrist/s; they just sink down weakly and lay on the still track. More exhausted than they ever thought possible, panting and unable to even cry with how dehydrated they are.

Oh, and what a shame it would be if whumper decided that wasn’t enough torment for the day, and whumpee was too weak to do anything but sit there and take it.

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Whumpee having to earn their clothes. That’s it that’s the post

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Absolute Obedience

"Whumpee, be my chair."

"Yes, master." Whumpee complied. They kneeled on all fours as Whumper sat on their back. "Is this comfortable, master?"

"Mhm."

…

"Master…?

"Shut your mouth. Chairs aren't supposed to talk."

"Yes, master."

…

"Whumpee, go make me a drink."

"Yes, master." Whumpee slowly made their way to the kitchen. They made an orange juice for Whumper, served them with a slight bow.

"Here, master."

"Good. Now kneel again."

"Yes, master." Whumpee kneeled again. They put on a smile when Whumper poured the orange juice right on their head. Whumper chuckled,

"You like that?"

"Yes, master. I like it."

 "Whumpee, light my cigarette." 

Whumpee nodded, they reached for Whumper's lighter on the table and flicked it on their cigarette. Whumper took a long drag before blowing off the smoke in the air. Whumpee just watched silently as Whumper continued smoking on the couch.

"Whumpee, be my ashtray."

"Yes, master."

Whumpee stuck out their tongue for Whumper, their eyes shut in pain as the burning sensation from the cigarette touched their soft muscle. "Does it feel good, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded, jaw hanging loosely. "Yes…master…"

Whumper grinned, they put the cigarette inside Whumpee's mouth as they looked down at them with malicious intent.

"Chew and swallow it."

Whumpee's breath came to a halt. They slowly complied as they chewed the cancer stick around their mouth. They almost spit the content out but Whumper placed a hand over their mouth, preventing them from doing so.

"Now, swallow it."

Whumpee consumed the cigarette down their throat. They coughed out as their eyes started tearing up. Whumper ruffled their hair in a mocking manner.

"That's your meal for today. Do you like it?"

"Y-yes, master…"

"Good…now spew it out."

"...w-what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheek, smiling innocently. "Spew it out. Do you think it's a good idea to eat a cigarette, you dumb fool?"

Whumpee swallowed hard. They put two fingers inside their mouth and placed them at the start of their throat. They pressed the spot a little before they started throwing up on the floor. Whumper watched in glee, their chin rested lazily on their knuckles as Whumpee's body twitched and trembled from the sensation.

Whumper laughed loudly. They stood up from the couch and pushed their foot down on Whumpee's head, their face made contact with the vomit. The smell filled up their nostrils, making their stomach felt queasy again.

"Who's your master?"

"Y-you…master…"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You…master…"

Whumper smiled giddly. They grabbed a fistful of Whumpee's hair and yanked it harshly upwards. Their eyes met each other as Whumper breath grazed lightly on Whumpee's skin.

"You are mine." They stated, searching for Whumpee's eyes for any sign of defiance. But they found none. Instead, Whumpee formed a genuine smile.

…

…

…

"I am yours, Master…"