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fucked up hurt/comfort. the person who stabbed you tends to your wound. the person who killed your loved one helps you grieve.

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hold up I need to figure something out

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Introduction post!

You can call me Charlie (fake name) and I use she/they pronouns.

This is my Whump focused side blog

I’m a big fan of these Whump tropes:

- conditioned Whumpee

- creepy/intimate Whumper

- drugging

- exhaustion

- vampire Whumper

- fantasy Whump

- pet Whump

- hero/villain Whump

- touch starved or touch adverse Whumpee (especially x intimate Whumper)

- Whumper x Whumpee

- female Whumper and female Whumpee

These whump tropes I’m not as big a fan of, I generally don’t write them but I’ll read most things:

- character death

- extreme painful torture (branding, whipping, beating, etc just for the sake of it and not part of a larger story/dynamic that Does have tropes I like)

- male Whumper female Whumpee

- female Whumper male Whumpee

- child Whumpee

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im so sorry. i cant go without telling you this. in your ‘five types of living weapon whumpees’ post you accidentally bolded the first L after the first paragraph title

oh oops I’ll fix it

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Whump prompt idea!! (If your open to writing it)

whumpee just gets so scared of whumper they pass out. Just the idea of their body shutting down, not even able to handle it anymore psychological. Whumper finding it amusing how whumpee has gotten to the point of passing out due to fear.

mmm I love this. Whumpees body literally going into a freeze state is good shit 10/10

Whumpee has never been very brave to begin with. They’ve never liked conflict, or discomfort, or dealt well with pain.

However they are very good at pacification; they’ve been described as charming, having a silver- tongue, or as whumper calls them “a lying little shit”

But once the knives are out, whumpee goes silent. Slack-jaw in horror. No no no no. Their voice is dead in their throat.

Worse is the hammer. The shock collar is pretty bad too.

“Aren’t you going to sing for me?”

Whumpee tries to salvage the situation (their dignity) “why don’t we talk this out? I promise I won’t sue you, you’ll be safe if I’m safe.” They’re lying, they’re lying, they’re lying, they’ll come after whumper with the best fucking lawyers in the city.

But Whumper won’t stop. They keep going. Whumpee reached their breaking point when they were twelve and their dad yelled at them for not mowing the lawn. What Whumper’s doing? They can’t deal with it.

The panic attacks get worse. If they hear Whumper’s footsteps, they start crying. A reflex, they can’t control it. They’re so scared, they can’t think straight.

Whumper has a god awful grin. “I’m having a blast, what’re you crying about?”

There comes a point, after they lose their finger to Whumper’s knife, when they black out when they see them.

Whumper loves it. They don’t have to do a thing and their captive will slump forward, eyes glazing. It’ll last for a minute before Whumper slaps them awake, or grabs their hair and twists

“Wake up, sleeping beauty”

Whumpee is shaking, voice hoarse. “Please— please no—“ they much prefer the aching nothingness.

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injured noises

heavy/harsh/deep breathing

panting/hyperventilating

ragged breathing - they can't get enough air in, they can't breathe

breathing sharply - not even realising it, it's just instinctual to hiss like that after being slashed and hurt

shuddering breaths; stunned from everything that has happened while steeling themselves for more

whimpering - because of a yell suppressed

acute/emotional pain responses: yelping, screaming, shrieking, wailing

the facade breaking - face falling, all the suppressed noises coming up and out of their broken body; they cry for much longer than they even thought they had energy for

other quiet noises of pain: gasping, hissing, grunting, groaning

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this is about Teddy if im being honest

real sadists understand that you can torture The Character simply by forcing them to live with themself

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Destroyer Masterpost

Destroyer is a sci-fi story about a telekinetic living weapon called Δ-107, or Delta for short, who is controlled by an evil space empire. The story takes place immediately following the death of the old Emperor and explores the ensuing succession crisis. Delta is inherited by the Emperor’s only son, the crown prince Paris of Thales, and lives aboard his battleship.

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Character Overview:

Delta (Δ-107) - living weapon with strong and destructive telekinesis

Paris - crown prince of Empire and Delta's current owner

Simon - a theoretical physicist and glad scientist, one of Delta's handlers (not pictured)

Dr.Martino - a doctor who specializes in psychic abilities, Delta's other handler (not pictured)

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You can also read this story on AO3 !

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Story:

Prologue - Intro to Delta's powers, the moment he was acquired by Empire

Even More Prologue, Somehow - Death of the emperor, succession

Trigger Discipline - first meeting

Blood Ties - Paris tries to break Delta in

Thorns - Daily routine

Lightshow - First brief mission

Night at the Ball - what it says

Behave - Obedience training or maybe just fucking around we're not sure

Moonshine - Delta steals a laptop. Paris gets too drunk.

Dune - not the one you're thinking of

Penance - Delta’s on probation. kinda harsh!

Memory - Some info about Delta's childhood

LEECH - Simon goes too far

Castle Damon - Delta’s not the only psychic in the world

Web - Delta plays on the computer for a few hours

Bottle Episode - Everyone’s mad?

Mercy - Drastic measures are considered in light of rebellion

Sea Changes

Marks - Slap on the wrist

Bingo - This meeting could have been an email

In Shadows - Internal analysis

MK - Drug trials

Golem - Delta cinches a critical victory. Paris gets mad.

Graduation - fuck yes lorelai is in this one

Medical Conference - delta gets shown off and also drugged

Lemuria - There's a massacre at Lemuria

Discourse - The internet has opinions

Asking - Delta asks for something. He doesn't get it.

Like An Arrow - Time flies

Rupture - Some information gets declassified

Time Flies - Like an arrow

Come Back - Delta blows up the parliament building

A Sentence of Sorts - More things get declassified. Paris is troubled, more than usual.

Help - Delta offers to help Paris

Masquerade - A bad party and a mild identity crisis

:3

Tundra I - Spiritually this is the Christmas episode because there's snow and they fight

Tundra II - Post-fight hangover

afk

Check-Up

Battleship

Birthday I

Birthday II

Bridge

The End

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aaaaand that's the end! ....or is it?

Delta's story continues in the sequel series Rubies <3

Paris has a series too I guess.

Thanks so much for reading :D !

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What I say when I'm trying to summarize what whump is fast

Dark dark fantasy

Gritty dark thrillers

Fiction about trauma and recovery

Survivor fiction

Kind of like horror but less gore more agony

Finding the light by contrasting it with dark

Do you guys have other ways to explain it to people? I'm curious.

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I wish I could read more stories with neurodivergent whumpees like. their adhd is pre established. Their anxiety, depression, autism, etc I want it to effect how they react to the character fracturing conditions of whatever they’re put through

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“Is there anything left of the old you?”

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Whumpee waking up in a hospital bed, only faintly recognizing the stranger at their bedside. They can tell they’re on drugs, but…they’re not in any pain, which they’re grateful for.

“What…?”

“Hey, there, I’m glad you’re awake,” they say, keeping their voice low. The lights are dim, too, Whumpee notices.

“Do you remember me? I got you out of there…”

“…Yeah, I remember. Little bit.”

“Good, that’s good. You fell asleep on us pretty fast, I was worried. I’m glad we found you when we did.”

They were…very nice, Whumpee thought. It was strange, foreign.

“Think you’re up to answering a few questions about…about what happened to you? I just wanna understand.”

Something in their soft, concerned eyes makes Whumpee feel safe—for the first time in a long time.

“Yeah, sure.”

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𝖔𝓁𝖉 𝖔𝒸 𝖘𝓀𝖊𝓉𝖈𝒽𝖊𝓈 𝒻𝖗ℴ𝖒 𝟐0𝟏8!

I was looking through old art folders and remembered this whump oc I made (way before I ever heard of whump). hes a wrong-place-wrong-time back alley science experiment that gets turned into a werewolf...via ˚｡⋆~science~⊹ ࣪ ˖

i remember this was an era where I really wanted to have a more defined art style so i was doing lots of intentional style experiments. tbh i still dont know if ive got a style I like yet but i feel closer than i was 7 years ago.

back then I was way too embarrassed to post any of this type of art. tbh I still am but I do it anyways bc you guys seem to like it.

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Hi!!

I had an idea for a prompt: water whump! Whumpee is either waterboarded, dunked in water, forced to sit in ice water, burned with boiling water, or even just forced to drink saltwater. There's a lot to do with water that I don't see often used in whump writing! Even better if it makes whumpee develop a fear of it after they're rescued :)

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Water boarded with a hose. It’s shoved into their mouth, metal ripping the soft muscle of the tongue, until they’re breathing water. It’s rushing out of every opening it can, and it’s far from painless

A controlling whumper who regularly gives whumpee baths in freezing cold water after a torture session. It’s humiliating, clothes sometimes sticking to their skin with blood, and stings when whumper rips them off. Shivering, teeth chattering, begging for it to stop but unable to form the words— their lips are turning blue

“Stand still” and now it’s boiling water on their hand. Scalding, furious, blistering. This is immediate— reflexively drawing inwards— but whumper will strap them down if they struggle and then it gets everywhere. Second degree burns take forever to heal, and they scar. Badly.

After a flogging, cleaning out the lacerations with salt water. Whumpee screams until they’re gagged. Somehow, this is worse than the actual beating, lingering in the cuts, burning and acidic.

For a laugh, whumper only gives them salt water. Dehydration sets in much faster than they anticipated and whumpees head is constantly spinning, blacking out if they stand up too fast. If whumper wants an extra kick, they force them to drink it off the floor, locking it up along with the dirt and sweat and blood and whumpee is so desperate— or conditioned— that they do

After being waterboarded multiple times during their captivity, whumpee develops a horrible fear of water after captivity. There’s no physical scars of what happened but their teammates look at them curiously when they avoid the lake, the pool, open bodies of water. They don’t like drinking from too large glasses anymore.

During their capture, whumpees water supply was laced with drugs that kept them sedated. Pliable. The team didn’t realize that until post rescue when whumpee refused anything they offered. This leads to one of them pinning whumpee down and forcing them to drink something with electrolytes. “Please! Please no, I’ll be good!”

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kick a whumpee while they’re down. kick them in the mouth, watch them cough up blood. kick in the lungs and watch them scrabble for air

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go ahead talk about my current hyperfixation i won't be weird i promise

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The Hands That Crush

cw: (i know i said i dont ususally write noncon but i've been getting more comfortable with it and expanding in tropes i write in) noncon kiss, noncon touch, noncon stripping, intimate whumper, hand gore, fucked up superhero agency, activation of powers, broken fingers, implied torture, implied past noncon, anxious whumpee, dehumanization, be safe reading guys

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Sometimes, they take Teddy out of the white room.

White, white, white. Spiderwebbing behind his eyes.

Two men half-carry, half-drag him down the pavement and into a beige cellblock. It's empty, except for a cot in the corner and a toilet attached to the wall.

He limps across the floor, wincing with each step. Hurts.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, he lowers himself to the floor, ignoring the bed.

There's a tune buzzing in the back of his head. Can't name it. Teddy closes his eyes and leans back against the wall. The stone digs into the lacerations in his back, leaving red stains behind.

Red.

Red.

So much red.

It's under his nails.

He's so tired.

Scott's footsteps echo, loud enough for Teddy to recognize them. He shrinks into himself, shoulders tensing as he draws inwards- a reflex, already expecting the kick.

"Oh, lad," says Scott conversationally, crouching down. "You're not looking too pretty these days."

Teddy's breathing hitches in his throat. "F-fuck--" a shuddering gasp that takes more strength than it should, "you."

His eyes stay closed.

He can't see it, but Scott is smiling. The Savior hero leans in and (almost gently) pulls off the tattered remains of Teddy's shirt to reveal deep-set bruises. Purple. Blushing. He pushes the fabric away from the trainee's shoulders.

Teddy curls in. Something shifts in his ribs, grinds-- maybe cracks. Fuck. Not good.

White, lymphatic, clinging, white.

He needs Elias. Anyone. Anyone at all.

There's no one.

"That's better." Scott's voice sounds like it's coming from somewhere far, far away. Not meant for him to hear. "It's just you and me, huh?"

Teddy whimpers. The buzzing in his head grows louder.

Scott's hand slips lower, onto his thigh, gripping tight enough to make Teddy wince. He works his thumb in a small circle, lower, lower, lower.

Teddy's heart drops.

"You like that?"

No.

No. No no no--

Teddy isn't fully there. His mind sends him into a separate plane of existence-- dissociating into spirals.

"I know you think I'm attractive, Theodore. Try to enjoy it."

Teddy can't breathe.

Can't. Won't. Can't.

When Scott grabs his face and kisses him, biting down on his bottom lip, Teddy doesn't think.

He stops...existing...really. He shoves the Savior hero away as hard as he can. "No-- please-- no--" His eyes are wide, panicked.

Red, exploding. There's blood dripping down his chin.

The shove did nothing except irritate Scott.

"Bitch," he snarls.

Teddy's fucked up.

Shit. Oh shit.

There's something horrifyingly bright in Scott's eyes as he reassesses Teddy.

"You little bitch."

Teddy's apologizing faster than he can breathe. "So sorry-- I'm sorry-- Scott, I didn't mean to--"

It's too late, really.

"You used to be a pianist?" Scott's voice is even. Somehow, this is worse than any amount of anger. "Were you any good?"

Used to.

Teddy swallows a sob. He buries his head in his hands. He was going to be great.

Not anymore.

Because Scott grabs his right hand by the wrist and yanks it out. "You, lad, are going to feel this." He takes hold of Teddy's index finger even as the young man shakes his head frantically, "And you are going to remember it."

With Scott's inhuman strength, it takes but a moment to destroy Teddy's life as he breaks the finger.

Snap.

Searing, blinding pain lights up behind Teddy's eyelids. His spine arches, heels scraping the floor.

Snap.

The scream catches in his throat.

Scott keeps going. Snap. A pause. Snap. Teddy's entire body jerks back.

Then grabs Teddy's left hand.

Teddy screams. The sound tears the room in half. Snot and tears everywhere.

Scott is still breaking him.

Teddy chokes on air. His eyes roll back and images-- out of nowhere-- slam into him like glass through skin.

A hand reaching out for him—then pulling away. A cage. A scream. A hospital bed. He’s dying. He’s dying again. He’s already dead.

There's so much red.

“Stop, stop—make it stop—” Teddy screams. His whole body is shuddering. His voice is all wrong, twisted with something worse than pain.

"Would you look at that," Scott grins. "You're waking up."

Teddy can't stop screaming. "I see faces! I see them---They're dying!"

I'm dying.

One last snap. One last broken finger.

"Your ability has kicked in. Who would've thought?"

Teddy is sobbing. "It's real-- I see them--"

“You're fine," Scott says. “You're just having your first vision.”

He leans closer. “This is what awakening feels like. I think we'll call you the Muse. Welcome to the team."

Blood drips from Teddy’s hand.

He’s shaking.

Red, red, red, red.

But the visions keep coming. Faster, faster, faster.

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