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A drawing I made of this unit many years ago. Never thought I'd see it here of all places.

SP GP9 3515 by Steve Sloan Via Flickr: On an unrecorded date in October 1972 Southern Pacific (SP) GP9 3515 is in Bayshore Yard, San Francisco, CA. SP 3515 is an EMD GP9, SP Class EF418-6. Reportedly: SP 3515 was built in 1956 by EMD as a model GP9, builders number 21375, SP 5682, SP Class DF-607. In 1965 it was renumbered to SP 3515 SP Class EF418-6. This locomotive was upgraded in 1975 emerging as SP 3413 EMD GP9R, SP Class EF418E-2. The disposition of this locomotive is: Retired 1993 to Levin Metals. Went to the Feather River Rail Society in 1993. In 1994 it went to Arizona Central 3413.

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whumpers who could’ve been good. whumpers who were good, but somewhere down the line, they made a choice, or several, that’s turned them into what they are now. does the kindness come out occasionally? do they show mercy? can who they used to be be seen at all in their current selves?

just. whumpers who could’ve been good

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I've been thinking of horror in whump.

This is mainly for medical/institutional whump, but I still feel like this element is kinda underused, or often just glossed over too fast. Some of my favorite tropes/themes:

(CW: blood & gore below the cut)

Whumper whose lair/torture room is set up in an abandoned place. A dark, leaky warehouse, a rotting wooden home in the forest, a creepy amusement park, a decrepit hospital or insane asylum. Maybe the building still has power (fairly common). Flickering old fluorescent tubes add to the atmosphere.

Whumpee is an urban explorer (urbex) who snuck into the abandoned place, but something's not right. They see signs of inhabitants or flashes of movement in their peripheral vision. Something's following them.

Creepy noises. Creaking trees, wind howling, humming electricity. Noises in a building that sound like footsteps, dragging metal, or screams. Weird banging noises coming from pipes or other rooms, but when Whumpee goes to investigate, the noises stop or no one is to be found.

Serial killer whumper who has chunks of their previous victims lying around. A bathtub full of body parts, excessive knives around the house, plastic sheeting, etc.

Medical Whumper who wears a labcoat stained with the blood of their previous victims. Some of it's fresh.

Bloody foot/boot prints on the ground. Streaks on the floor, bloody handprints on the walls as signs of a past struggle. Creepy patterns or phrases drawn on the walls, maybe in blood or just carved with a knife.

Old fashioned medical equipment!! Glass syringes, stainless steel instruments, examination chairs with leather straps. Green tiled walls, possibly streaked with rust from years of neglect, or...

Blood splatters on the walls and/or floor! Maybe even on the ceiling if things got intense on the torture chair. Bonus points if urbex Whumpee finds the room covered in blood, new or old, and then Whumper enters behind them. Gotcha.

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Here's a couple of my favorites:

- Chained to a radiator heater (preferably an old style water filled one)

- Tied up or whipped with heated razor/barbed wire. The signature Xenokore Industries interrogation special!

- Holding Whumpee's hand over a stove or on a grill.

- Hot power tools! Welder, heat gun, acetylene torch, blowtorch? Whumper could stab Whumpee with a soldering iron or use it to drip molten solder onto them...

Heat Whump

As promised, Whump ideas that including heat. And as a person who hates heat with a freezing passion, this is gonna hurt to think about…

Hot showers, either to cool down after a nightmare or be forced into by a Whumper

A hot bath, same thing as the shower, may work as comfort or as whumping material

Boiling water, Whumper threatening to boil their limps, or maybe they’ll boil some kind of meat and tell Whumpee it was one of their loved ones, or maybe it was one of their loved ones?!

A fire place, many things can happen here, and fire alone can be terrifying

Put a metal poker in the heat and you’ve got yourself a really ugly weapon

Or maybe force our dearest Whumpee’s hands into the fire, or into the still gleaming ashes

Branding with a hot branding iron is sooo delicious too! So really, burn Whumper’s name into Whumpee’s flesh. Or maybe the company that owns them! Remind the little thing who is in control by steering it into their skin!

Hot days are torture too! Force Whumpee out on a burning out day wearing winter clothing

Or maybe it’s Vampire!Whumpee getting chained to a pole on a hot, sunny day! Whumper just wants to watch the pretty sunrise with his darling Vampire!

Okay! Sorry! I’m still alive and tired! Add more if you like! Heat is so horribly delicious in Whump!

Masterlist

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are we like the same person. i see u posting about drills and shit and then carewhumper and those are some of my fav things too… i relate to many of ur other whump posts too and damn its hard to find someone in this community that has a similar taste. u also like lab whump correct? because thats my other alltime fav! just wanted to let u know, ur taste is impeccable!!

Thanks anon, and congrats for being my first ever ask!! Yeah, those topics are some of my absolute favorites, too! In fact, I'm (supposed to be) making an OC series centered around lab whump/interrogation. I still need to write it lmao, all I've got rn are a few short drabbles (linked in pinned post). So many things to do and so little time, right? Your compliments are giving me motivation to do it now. BTW, it makes me so happy to find people with similar whump interests!

-- Esper

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Thinking about bending someone's nails backwards to rip/snap them off. Then put salt on their exposed nail beds or make lots of crisscross cuts with a scalpel. Or, smashing their raw fingertips with pliers or under a heavy boot. Maybe staple gun too?

Protip for people writing about torture: fingernail removal hurts, but something I haven't seen many stories mention is the exposed nail bed afterwards, which is going to bleed a lot, has a fuck load of nerve endings, and was never meant to be exposed to open air so the gentlest faintest sensations are uncomfortable and amplified on that surface. Air blown on it can hurt. Even putting the pressure on it required to stop the bleeding feels like torture, let alone all the things that one could do to it after if they were interested in causing greater pain

Source: accident with potato peeler (I am fine)

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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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We all love the intimacy and exactness of knives. But. Power tools. Guns. Anything that can do unimaginable amounts of damage in a second. The kind of damage human bodies weren't equipped to endure.

You don't even register it when a bullet has gone through your thigh. Your brain cannot compute how your arm was there in the last second but now it's on the floor, sawed off.

The horrible whir of a chainsaw. The loud bang of a pistol. The sheer inhumanity of metal and electricity.

Give me fucking . Screwdrivers. Nailguns. Hydraulic presses!!!! Hunting rifles. Table saws. Sanders. Welding machines?!!? stuff like that

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A compilation of stuff I know about drawing Asian faces and Asian culture! I feel like many “How-To-Draw” tutorials often default to European faces and are not really helpful when drawing people of other races. So I thought I’d put this together in case anyone is interested! Feel free to share this guide and shoot me questions if you have any! I’m by no means an expert, I just know a few things from drawing experience and from my own cultural background. 

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Static Between Us

Tags: mafia setting, shock collars, restraints, threats, multiple whumpers, defiant whumpee. Words: 1.7k

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“You know what I just can’t figure out?” 

Amira circled him slowly. 

“That for however many times I’ve hit this button, you still wear that sullen expression on your face.”

She looked down at him as she spoke, sharp eyes meeting nothing. His gaze was firmly affixed to her shoes. 

“What I can’t figure out,” she took a step towards him. “Is that despite all of our,” she paused, “convincing, you continue to refuse to cooperate.” 

She was close now. He still didn’t dare look up. He realized he could hear the electric hum of the gadgets she wore around her wrists and waist. He could hear the half-distant buzzing of the tiny radio in her ear. 

Too close.

“Despite the fact that you know we require so little, and that doing what I say would grant you better treatment, effective immediately.”

Sora’s neck burned. 

He saw—felt—her hand lower towards her left bracelet and he flinched, he felt the muscles in his neck seize—

After a second, he realized she hadn’t touched it— her hand was back on her hip. 

She hadn’t pressed it. 

Hadn’t even touched the remote. 

Amira frowned. 

“You want me to press it for real this time?” she asked, a momentary drop of irritation in an otherwise cool facade. 

“Rather, not just yet. I think if I could simply shock this attitude out of you, it would’ve happened by now.”

Beneath a mess of ash-brown hair, Sora’s eyes widened slightly, but remained trained on that place on the floor. Hovering somewhere on the laces of her boots. 

“You’re lucky I’m so patient. I’m willing to work with you on that. So let’s try something else. Something a little more… out of the box.”

He had barely the time to process her words before—

“Yoojin!*

That snapped him out of it. There was a loud clanging sound, like metal slamming into the concrete wall. Sora winced at the sound, his eyes squeezed shut. It just made the ringing in his ears that much worse. 

He registered Amira stepping away from him, and he briefly, stupidly, felt grateful for the reprieve. 

Then, he heard that terrible, stupid laugh for a second time that afternoon. 

“Fiiiiinally….” Yoojin’s low chuckle reverberated off the walls. 

Sora audibly groaned. He already felt like he was getting a live lobotomy from the inside out. His head sank down to his chest. He was too fucking dizzy for this. 

Not this fucking guy. 

“I was losing my mind back there, you know.”

Sora scoffed. “Too late. She’s already tried ‘bad cop.’

“Oh, you haven’t seen bad cop.” 

He could almost feel it before it even happened. He didn’t see her do it, leaning against the back wall of the room as she was now. But Amira’s finger had tapped at the remote on her wrist, and it had sent white hot pain shot through Sora’s throat—squeezing and twisting the tendons on his neck into a horrible knot that forced his chin down and his features to contort with the pain and the voltage, as though stretched apart so tightly they’d break entirely. 

“Why the—why the fuck—cant you—j- just— turn it—around—fuck—why the fuck is it— is it — .. “ 

‘Why was the voltage box on the collar pressed against the front of your neck?” Amira asked, like she was inside his head.  He thought it had come out less than intelligible. 

“Call it a happy accident.” Amira turned, collected the tablet from the nearby table, and promptly strode toward the exit. 

Sora could feel his eyes on him the moment Amira shut the door behind her.

 “Shit, you don’t look so good, hot-shot.” Yoojin’s voice echoed over the silence, smiling through every word. 

The hot-shot in question was promptly trying to look anywhere but right in front of him, trying to think of anything but the reality of who he had just been left alone with, who just happened to be, in Sora’s fine opinion, the worst one he had met so far. 

“I think it’s time we hear you scream for real. Cmon, I know you can do better than whatever that was.”

Yep, definitely the worst. He’d be surprised if any of these half-witted mafia goons could come up with a worse bastard-piece-of-shit-asshole than this guy. 

“Frankly, I was just surprised you took so many shocks without fucking passing out.” 

Ohh.. to rip this fucker’s tongue out so he’d finally— “Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah? Giving me ideas?” Yoojin audibly smirked, and Sora looked up just in time to see him sticking out his tongue and making a scissors motion with his free hand. 

He was goating him again. It was no different. Different day, same Yoojin. Sora was so sick of this game. 

But he shut up after that, which left him with nothing to do but hang there by his wrists as Yoojin crossed the warehouse floor, taking his sweet fucking time. 

He willed the pain in his shoulders to distract him from whatever braindead thing Yoojin would say next. 

But he didn’t hear his voice, at least not right away—only a low scraping, trailing along behind nearly quiet footsteps. He was dragging something behind him. Sora could hear it screeching along the concrete, and the pain in his head throbbed—he was so fucking dizzy. 

Okay, maybe he was a little concussed. 

Or just shocked fucking stupid. 

The muscles in his throat twitched again, at the mere thought. 

“What, not even a hello?”

Sora still didn’t look up. Fuck this guy. Sora could hear him smiling. 

The footsteps stopped, taking the awful dragging sound with it.

Sora didn’t look up. 

“Cmon, you didn’t miss me even a little?”

Sora didn’t even want to entertain him. 

“Nothing to say? Aren’t you gonna at least tell me what a big piece of shit I am? Better get some insults out while you still can, right?” 

His boot nudged Sora’s exposed ribs, teasingly, and Sora momentarily lost his focus on that spot on the ground and snapped his gaze up to Yoojin, eyes wild and furious. 

“If you’re asking me to insult you—“

Yoojin’s boot slammed right into his stomach. Sora coughed hard as the wind was gutted from his lungs and his entire body collapsed and cringed over. He rather fruitlessly tried to fold in half as he wheezed and gagged his way back to functioning airways, but the awkward position prevented him. His knees stayed folded below him, his arms strained above his head, yanking against the chains that affixed them to the ceiling, 

“I’m asking if you’d even dare.”

Sora would fucking skin him alive. 

“Go fuck yourself you piece of shi—“ but his words died in his mouth when he saw Yoojin’s hand approach. 

Yoojin gripped his jaw, wrapping around his face before Sora yanked his head away. The sudden movement sent a loud clang down the chains and shot pins and needles through his arms. 

He hadn’t realized they’d fallen asleep. 

Fine. No more sudden movements. Sudden movement fucking hurt. His sore muscles seemed to boil and seize as fresh blood reunited with oxygen-starved tissue. 

“Piece of. Shit.” Sora finished. 

In the time he’d caught his breath, Yoojin had re-strategized. Sora felt fingers along his scalp, roughly grazing before twisting a tight fist into his hair. Yoojin yanked his head back all the way until Sora let out a choked cry.

This was quickly becoming a favorite of his. It always seemed to shut Sora up right away.

“You don’t wanna play nice? Fine. I’ve got something new I’ve been wanting to try out.” 

As if there was ever another option with Yoojin. As if he knew the first fucking thing about playing nice.

Yoojin released his hair and Sora’s head fell forward. He squinted his eyes and flexed the muscles in his neck, trying to ease the tightness at the strain of the past few moments. 

Sora hadn’t even noticed Yoojin had left his side until he felt something sharp press into his back. He felt his blood run cold instantly, nearly freezing in his veins. He felt his heart slow—almost stop—like it would let his cells drift, suspended, through the cold, liquified sludge. 

A knife? A box cutter? What was it? It felt bigger than that. Sturdier, somwhow. But it had an edge. 

“Come on. Whatever you’re planning can you just get it over with?  I’m trying to limit the amount of hours per day I have to see your fucking face.” 

“How sad. It’s like you don’t care at all about having fun. Are you really gonna just sulk the whole time?” 

“I fucking hate you,” Sora seethed. 

Yoojin smiled wide. He seemed to like the insults. It was part of the game to him, Sora had gleaned. 

“Am I going to have to get creative?” He leaned down to Sora’s eye-level. “‘Cuz I’ve got a lot of new ideas, you know. You’re quite a fun assignment.”

Yoojin was too close to cloose—wayyy too close. Again. He leaned in until their noses nearly touched. Sora grimaced. Yoojin smiled. That look was back in his eyes again. 

“You’re inspiring. You really are.”

Sora grimaced. What the fuck was that even supposed to mean??

Yoojin must have read his face, because he continued. 

“I was so fucking bored before you showed up. You know that?”

Sora blinked.

“She had me benched for, like—over a month, I swear. For some fucking stupid reason.”

Sora cocked an eyebrow.

Yoojin frowned. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t even say it.”

“I was gonna say I could name a few—”

Yoojin’s nostrils flared—he swung a roundhouse straight into Sora’s ribs. 

Sora coughed sharply, doubling over for a moment before straightening, his eyes watering.

“…Reasons.”

Yoojin grit his teeth and let out a frustrated grunt as he made contact a second time.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, huh?”

Sora choked on another breath, failing to stay upright. This one must’ve hit something deeper—softer. Organs and all that, Yoojin considered absently.

For a moment, all Yoojin could hear was the ragged sound of Sora’s breathing and the heavy pound of blood in both their ears. Just long enough for him to think Sora would finally shut his stupid mouth for once.

Sora coughed again, voice hoarse.

“Well, someone here has to be.”

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You wind up in hell. You are confused at first until you see a row of people in front of you, crying profusely. You weren’t sent to hell to be punished, you were sent as the punishment.

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concept: whumper does the whole "kidnap two people and hurt one of them until the other cracks" thing, except it becomes increasingly clear that kidnappee 1 is enraptured with the torture of kidnappee 2 - can't stop staring, trying to hide their obvious delight, etc.

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me when the character has a uniquely fucked mindset. me when the character's fundamental views of how the world works lead to them being hurt and/or hurting others and not seeing the problem with this. me when the character is a little freak who does weird shit because their beliefs, inspired entirely by their environment, are fuckeddddd

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Tw: torture, sadistic whumper, kidnapping

Hero kidnapped by supervillain, who doesn't want hero dead, but definitely doesn't want them out and about and meddling.

So, thinking to kill two birds with one stone, supervillain gives hero to villain, a sadist who is, at all times, This Close to cutting up their own team just to feel something.

Villain is given two instructions:

Don't kill them.

Have fun.

Hero isn't being tortured for information, so they don't need to be kept in any working order. They're not being kept for ransom, so they don't need to stay relatively unharmed. They need to be kept alive, so there's no hope for an easy out. Hero's team has no idea where supervillain's base is, so villain doesn't have to rush.

What state is hero in when they escape or are rescued? Are they even still recognisable as themself? Does the team comment on how much they've changed? Do they see their trauma as weakness, or do they try to help? Do they mention they miss old hero, from before supervillain got them? Do they make hero think it's their own fault they got captured, they should have been better, smarter, stronger? Do they help hero get strong again?

What about when they finally face supervillain again? Is villain there? Can hero look at either of them? Do they flinch every time they move? Or are they firm, defiant, determined to prove that villain couldn't break them? Do they manage to make it all the way back to their base before breaking down?

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I think I'd rather skin you alive than be at the club. I can hardly stand loud music and flashing lights. Listening to your screams? Now that's something I can certainly get behind.

I should be at the cluuub but they're making me skin you alive jfc you're not the only one having a shite night yk

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“It’s beautiful, if you really watch. To see their face go from angry and screaming to pleading and thrashing to whimpering and trembling to silence and finally to nothing at all.”

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No anti ever has an explanation for "if you like this in fiction then you like it in real life" and why it seemingly only applies to sex shit

They can understand separating fictional violence and murder from real life violence and murder. They don't think reading about a murderer means you want to murder irl. But reading about incest? You must want to fuck your sibling irl

Make it make sense