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After rescue route B

Cat man dad in the back

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Living weapon/training whumpee/etc who sees any kind of care as a plot to soften and sabotage them...

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Two characters dive for cover, one physically shielding the other, practically tackling them to the ground and laying atop them spread over as much as their body as possible as they hunker down, the one beneath pressed into the ground half-smothered under their companion's weight for the duration- but when it finally seems safe to get up the shielding character makes no move to rise; they have successfully protected their companion- and been struck by projectile or debris as the other character finds when they struggle out from beneath their weight.

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thinking about lab whump where the laboratory itself tries really hard to be "ethical" and treat their captured specimens well, all while refusing to let them go. i feel like, in certain ways, that is more mentally damaging than a place that treats its captives like shit. having a bunch of people feigning care and empathy in this weird, patronizing way must be so emotionally damaging. and where every good thing around you is so painfully manufactured and shoved down your throat in the name of "enrichment"? dude

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Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...

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Ok but creepily tender antagonists who run their fingers through a whumpee’s hair or stroke their face while torturing them

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being a whump writer is so funny it makes me feel like this image

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Protectiveness, especially when paired with self-sacrifice <3

reblog with your favourite whump trope!! - let’s see who’s active in the whump community 2025

i’ll start - hidden injury !!!

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you ever think about just how terrifying it is for a whumpee to be tied up.

the helplessness they feel when they're not even able to cover themself for protection when someone strikes them. not able to run away from a threat. not even to curl up and writhe from pain. often forced into a position so uncomfortable that they start to cry and tremble from the agony of it.

and just the fact that they're forced to be like this until someone else frees them. be it caretaker or whumper. forced to be vulnerable and rely on others for all their needs (and possible rescue).

and they could stay like that for a long long time, freedom completely stripped away and life forcibly put at a stop.

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Financial Support needed ($0/1,500)

Hi all.

On the 11th of August, my elderly cat was admitted to a 24/7 vet clinic due to his rapidly deteriorating health. What started as a simple disinterest in life a few days ago has turned into frequent retching/vomiting that stops him from sleeping, breathing difficulties and refusal to eat. When he's not actively retching, he's drooling, licking his mouth due to the awful taste of bile and in a constant state of discomfort.

Since we brought him in, we've discovered that he's got a small amount of liquid around his chest and lungs, a large ulcer present on his tongue, a faint heart murmur and inflammation in the mouth.

Along with the costs of his medication, we've got to pay for his X-rays, bloodwork and oral exams. Any and all finances that are donated during the next week will be used to pay for these bills.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and please don't worry if are unable to spare anything.

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some extra photos of my little guy. the blanket he's wrapped in in the top left and bottom photos is one i've had for nearly six years. we constantly fight over it because I use it for my own comfort as much as he does for his.

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Intimate whump this intimate whump that what about clinical whump. What about in universe legalese that dehumanizes and allows for people to get hurt. What about stacks of tapes or CCTV recordings filled with screams and horrors and kept for scientific evidence. What about transcripts and reports about people and their pain that only allow for the barest, most factual details. Subjects “exhibiting distress” and the like. Lines of censored information, documents being shredded to keep it all a secret. Things being classified.

What about that huh what about tha (going coo coo crazy)

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Thinking about bleeding stab wounds, as one does

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whump community knows this movie

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When Whumpers disregard medical ethics…

Medical team intubates a chemically paralyzed (but fully conscious) Whumpee after a torture session, casually discussing their survival odds nearby as if Whumpee can’t hear them

Secret government base using prisoners as medical test subjects;

OR using prisoners as test subjects for new tech and/or weapons

Putting implants (GPS trackers, controlled release medication, or maybe something more complex that tracks vitals) into whumpee

Procedures done solely to humiliate (the list is endless)

Sadistic whumper applies restraints for a procedure personally, brushing fingers over whumpee’s bruises just to watch them squirm

Of a similar note: whumper pressing their hand to whumpee’s broken limb under guise of checking for swelling, smiling at the pain reaction

Prisoner of war whumpee captured near death, treated for injuries (but without pain control, can’t be having any of that!) so that they can be interrogated for information later on once they heal

Whumpee injected with or given IV meds that hurt badly or burn going in (especially when a non painful method for administration exists and is totally viable, but Whumper wants them to hurt.)

Setting limbs without analgesia only to break them again (“if you scream, we’ll do this again”)

Needle phobic Whumpees forced to get daily injections

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUGUST!!!!!!! This scene is just as sweet and fluffy as that cake if not sweeter and fluffier 😭😭😭 It feels even more special knowing how miserable he was "celebrating" with his biological family. Now he gets the love and comfort he deserves and so do Declan and Lucas ❤️

🎂🦇AUGUST'S BIRTHDAY!🦇🎂

It's August 9th! Everyone say happy birthday to our best boy, August!!! A year ago today, I posted his horrible birthday chapter where he was forced to kidnap a human on his 130th birthday by his family. So I thought today, he can have a nice birthday as a treat! So I wrote him just a teeny lil something! <3

August lounged in his armchair beside the crackling fireplace, its leather long-worn and softened by age. Lamplight pooled over the pages of his book - The Count of Monte Cristo -  its spine cracked from decades of rereading. He sat cross-legged, one ankle resting lazily over his knee. His hand curled around the book’s edge as the other absently flicked through the pages.

The lights suddenly snapped off, burying August in a shroud of darkness. A heavy sigh huffed free from his lungs, and he snapped his book shut. “Power cut? Again?” he groaned out, pushing himself up from his seat, “Declan? Lucas? I’ll get the candles and torches. Don’t go tripping over anything-”

From the kitchen, August heard the shuffling of bare-feet. Half-suppressed giggles. And then, softly at first-

“-...Happy birthday to youuu-”

August’s brow furrowed, head spinning almost owl-like toward the source of the sound. The voices swelled in unison as the conspiring pair emerged from the shadows of the kitchen. Lucas’ voice was warm and steady, Declan’s warbled a little off-key but nevertheless still brimmed with giddy excitement. Declan held a cake in the palms of his quivering hands, with his strength still not wholly returned to him, Lucas helped support the bottom of the plate it sat on. August could see the rich chocolate icing glistening in the glow of countless candles. 

August blinked in sheer disbelief, and for a moment all he could do was stare blank as the singing rang on. The smell of cocoa wafting up his nostrils, the flicker of candlelight, the two people he cherished most in his life grinning at him with cheshire-cat smiles  - it all hit him harder than he could ever have expected. 

“-happy birthday, dear August! Happy birthdayy to youuuuu!” they finished up, in failed, ear-bleeding harmony. August’s throat worked once, twice, before any words came.

“You -” he cleared his throat, laughing shakily, “You did this for me?” he stepped forward, reaching out towards the cake like it might disappear in Declan’s hands, like this is all some dream. “You…You baked me a birthday cake?” his voice cracked now despite how hard he tried to hide it. “Even though I can’t eat it?”

“We know, we know,” Lucas chuckled, “But I remember you telling me that you’d always dreamed of having one. Never having a birthday cake on your birthday? Criminal," he shook his head, "So now you do!”

Declan leaned in, conspiratorial, “And you have to make a wish! Hurry up or the candles’ll go out!”

August’s vision blurred, eyes swimming with tears. He glanced between them - his boys, his home, this impossible little family he’d never dared to dream of - and swallowed hard. How could he ever deserve all of this?

“I… you two are ridiculous,” August chortled with a shaky smile, the words catching around the lump in his throat.

With a puff of breath worthy of the Big Bad Wolf, August blew out all his candles in one go. Declan whooped and cheered, Lucas joined with wild applause before he flicked the light switch back on beside him, light flooding the room once again. 

“So? What’d you wish for, huh?” Lucas quizzed immediately, earning a sharp elbow in the ribs from Declan.

“Don’t ask him that! If he tells us, it won’t come true!”

August couldn’t help but laugh at their child-like squabbling and bickering. In fact, at the sheer silliness of it all - These small, human traditions he’d once only heard of or watched from a distance. His birthdays had always been cold, ritualistic affairs. Markers of time endured. A march toward duty and honour rather than a celebration. No warmth and no love. And yet here he was now, surrounded by it so completely it was almost dizzying. This… this was everything he’d ever wanted without knowing it. 

“I didn’t wish for anything”, August confessed. 

Both humans theatrically groaned and grumbled in unison. “You what? You wasted your wish?!” Declan gasped whilst Lucas threw his hands up in mock outrage. “Nope. Not waiting until next year. Lucas, get the lighter. We’re doing it again-”

“-I didn’t wish for anything because there’s nothing I have to wish for. I have everything I could ever wish for in the world right here.”

Declan’s and Lucas’s hearts melted before August’s very eyes. Looking at them both -  smiles soft, their matching brown eyes glistening with unshed tears, their unrivaled strength - it was impossible to imagine a time when they had both been strangers, or rather, when they’d feared him as nothing more than a monster. It felt like lifetimes ago. They had become everything to him. 

It was a family he chose and one he fought for. Built on hard-won trust and unshakable loyalty. Maybe they weren’t perfect. Maybe they were the most unlikely and mismatched trio. But what they shared was real - raw and imperfect? Yes. But August had never dared to believe he could belong before in his life. But here he is, a vampire belonging with humans.

Declan carefully set the cake down, fingers delicately dabbing at the tears slipping down his own cheeks. August could see how much this meant to him too. Those tears weren’t born of fear or pain like they used to be. Even with a family waiting for him elsewhere, Declan had also found something unexpected here - a second family in August and Lucas.

August’s voice trembled, “Could… Could I give you both a hug?”

Lucas didn’t hesitate. He spread his arms wide, beckoning August in. “C’mon,” he said, “Bring it in, old man”. August moved into Lucas’s embrace and Declan followed, closing the space between them and wrapping their arms around one another.

“Thank you,” August quietly murmured into Lucas’s shoulder, holding Declan close in his arms. “Thank you both. For everything”. In their embrace, August no longer felt like a monster to be feared, but a man who was finally loved.

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We’ve all seen whumpees terrified of their trauma but what about the ones who are obsessed? Who would do anything to beat the shit out of their captors, to understand what happened, to make sense of how they got so fucked over? Every waking second of their day they go over that fateful day, the mistakes they made (or didn’t), searching for the people who hurt them, searching for understanding.

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Whumpee is able to provide a little too much information about Whumper during team meetings. Details that seem too personal to be dug out of research alone... the kind one would only know if they knew Whumper closely.

Team begin to suspect Whumpee is a traitor, a double agent. They stop listening to Whumpee's advice and suggestions during meetings because they think Whumpee is trying to trick them into one of Whumper's traps.

Now imagine the look on the Team's faces when they're captured because they didn't take the precautions Whumpee told them to.

Imagine the look on their faces when Whumper walks past all of them and goes straight to Whumpee because "It's so good to have you back, darling. I've missed you."

And Whumpee flinches.