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“You’re gonna hold onto me, okay? Tight as you can, just hang on. I’ll get you out.”

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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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Royal Whumpee being held hostage in their own palace but forced to act like everything's fine to the public send post

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Caretaker carefully sitting beside a newly rescued whumpee, keeping their voice low,

“Hey, there… our doctor needs to take a look at you, okay? Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Just need to make sure you’re not hurt too much, before we go somewhere safer. I’ll stay with you, nothing bad will happen.”

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“I can’t—I can’t! I can’t breathe, I don’t—“

“Well go slow, okay. Look, we’re breathing slow. That’s okay. We’re okay, right?”

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The chin-tilt

But whumpee flushes and jerks their chin away

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Whumpee clinging to the stranger who saved them. Overwhelmed with relief because someone was kind, someone wanted to help them. They’ve never been handled with this much care and they’re desperate for it.

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“I know…I know that hurt. But you were really brave, thank you for letting me clean your wound up. We’re all done now.”

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Earth 6160, Latveria.

Facial structure identified.

Searching…no results found within criminal databases. Searching…

Scanning CCTV livestreams. Scanning—

Algorithm error. Search failed.

Damn it. Audra’s hands worked quickly, expertly as they always did—she wiped the instructions, pulling up a few examples to refresh the recognition process. She wrote in her notepad, grumbling.

“Need to check the livestreams. See if we can access footage archives, too.”

As her monitor began to run through the program again, she turned her attention to one of the secondary screens. She had been given access to the lab’s entire CCTV network, although she rarely paid much attention to it—why would she? Stark and the man in the mask never said much, and their work was…interesting, but Audra knew she wasn’t supposed to look into that.

That’s how things were, some things weren’t meant to be questioned. Like the man in the mask, or the machine. Or the scar.

“Audra? You seem zoned out. That’s unlike you.”

Shit. It was him. She had zoned out—she hadn’t even noticed him approaching. She had been lost in her thoughts, until the sharp voice and unnaturally wide smile yanked her back to her surroundings. He was close like he always was, nearly pressed against her knees as he stood over her. Was he making himself taller?

“Oh…it—it is, sir. My apologies, I…I lost myself. I was just—waiting for the algorithm to restart.”

“Which one?” He asked, although they both knew he knew the answer. Of course he did.

“The…the facial recognition,” Audra whispered, pushing unruly curls from her face as she wheeled closer to the monitor.

“I may have some targets for you, soon. Is it not working?”

Her stomach twisted. “It is, just…not quite to its full potential, Maker. The connection to external CCTV feeds is still shaky, but that’s fixable…but I’d hope to eventually be able to scan through archival footage, too.”

His smile didn’t falter. Audra was forced to watch herself, staring down her own reflection in his mirrored visor.

“Well, I’m sure I can give you access to archives. Especially in our…problem areas,” He mused, clasping his hands together behind his back. “But it concerns me that you’re encountering errors in the basic process, Audra. Your job is to operate without these errors, isn’t it?”

She felt her heartbeat begin to speed up, that awful feeling of cold dread. “Yes, yes—of course, sir, Maker. I-I believe it was just a fluke in the program. N-not unlike the drone test last week—“

“—The drone test, yes. I’m aware that error was an anomaly that you couldn’t replicate,” As she fell silent, he came to rest a hand on her shoulder, his fingers stretching over it to cover the upper part of her arm.

“Check every step of the recognition program, make sure that error doesn’t occur again. We’ll have you run a few…field tests. Then we can talk about archival footage.”

Audra only nodded, his desire for her silence evident.

“Good. I’m glad you understand. Remember, no breaks until you have results.”

His smile widened when she nodded, and he seemed to keep his eyes on her as she turned to continue checking over her program. He left without another word.

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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Caretaker giving Whumpee a gentle, reassuring smile as Whumpee wakes in a panic.

“Hey, look…look, it’s me. You’re okay, see? It’s all alright, just a bad dream. You’re alright, I got you. You should get some more sleep, okay?”

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Locking out victim's arm behind their back against the wall

Content: joint straining, fear, noncon touch, begging

That extra twist after a joint is locked up, forcing out a strangled gasp of pain

"Ah! Wait--wait--"

That freeze as victim realizes the position they're trapped in

Aggressor taking that moment to slide a hand into victim's front pocket, just intimate enough to be able to play it off later while making victim squirm right now.

"I'm not resisting." Victim pants, feeling their folded wrist twitch in aggressor's hand. "I'm not re--Im not resisting, whumper, please!"

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Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock in DAREDEVIL Aftermath | 3.07

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P stopped short, pausing for a few moments before rushing to the stairs. The base they’d been raiding had been largely silent, save for the shouts of his own crew: “No contact! All clear, boss!”

Until now, when one of younger officers had called out from the upper floor. P stepped through the open doorway, eyes rapidly darting across the room—it was dark, the windows heavily boarded up and the walls were deeply stained. The smell was familiar to him, the accumulation of years of sweat and blood and heat.

The younger officer had wide eyes, his hands raised slightly. He gestured to a dark space between the fraying couch and destroyed side table, and P’s own gaze slowly followed.

Oh, shit. That’s a person. A very injured, very petrified person, wearing tattered clothes and clutching their cuffed hands near their face.

The man in front of G was terrifying. Although—to be fair, just about anyone would seem terrifying to them now. He was broad, tall, with an air of authority that unnerved them. They saw his weapon even as he tucked it away, nervously glancing between him and the one who’d found them. They wanted to run, take their chances with the window, but…they’d frozen, they couldn’t bring themselves to move. They tensed as the man bent down, getting to their eye level.

His voice was soft, purposefully quiet. Far from the harshness they’d expected. It was…strange.

“Hey, hey there…” He offered, watching her carefully—thoughtfully. They were still shaking with fear, and they supposed it must’ve been visible.

“You don’t have to be scared, okay?” He tried, shuffling back a bit. “Here, you can come out. Are you hurt?”

G only stared, utterly confused. These people weren’t with their captors, surely, they had different uniforms…but why would they want to help? It didn’t make sense.

Still, the stranger lowered his voice a little. “I need you to come out, so we can talk. You’re not in trouble, promise.”

That…sounded a little more familiar to G, it almost sounded like a command. They could follow those. Despite their fear, they crawled out into the open space of the room, staying low to the ground.

The man smiled a little, trying to look reassuring. “Okay, that’s good. Progress. You wanna tell us what happened?”

Whumpee panicking when people raid Whumper’s facility. Maybe they don’t recognize them, maybe they’re strangers, yelling and breaking doors down and Whumpee is too afraid.

They hide and cower, hoping these people don’t know they’re there. Backed into a dark corner between furniture, holding their breath while heavy footsteps come in.

One of the newcomers jumps and flinches when they’re spotted. They pause, unsure what to do. Whumpee freezes up, anticipating some violent reaction—

Instead, the person puts their weapon away and yells over their shoulder.

“Boss! Boss, get up here, I found somebody!”

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Whumper slamming Whumpee into a wall, leaning in close and gripping them hard— painfully — by the face.

“You…are frustrating. You know that?”

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Whumpee panicking when people raid Whumper’s facility. Maybe they don’t recognize them, maybe they’re strangers, yelling and breaking doors down and Whumpee is too afraid.

They hide and cower, hoping these people don’t know they’re there. Backed into a dark corner between furniture, holding their breath while heavy footsteps come in.

One of the newcomers jumps and flinches when they’re spotted. They pause, unsure what to do. Whumpee freezes up, anticipating some violent reaction—

Instead, the person puts their weapon away and yells over their shoulder.

“Boss! Boss, get up here, I found somebody!”