nocturnwhumper

[nocturnwhumper]

Thanks for the tag, @whump-txt!! 😊💗

1. Name: Elena

2. Birthday: 9th of December

3. Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

4. Height: around 5'5

5. Hobbies: roleplaying, writing, drawing, watching psychological documentaries

6. Favorite Colors: gray, black, pink, purple

7. Favorite Books: 1984 by George Orwell

8. Last Song Listened To: The Evening Hate by Red

9. Last Film Watched: SpiderMan: Far From Home

10. Inspiration For Muse: I have a thing for fire. And sickfics. And abandoned houses. And blood.

11. Dream Job: I wish I could be a psychiatrist.

12. Meaning Of URL: Well, I'm a nocturnal fellow. Therefore, I like playing the whumper's role. So nocturnwhumper is my URL.

Tagging: @whumpstar @clockworknightmares @whumpster-dumpster @straight-to-the-pain @secrettheoristofwhump and anyone else who would like to join.

O908 People I’d Like to Know Better

Aww thanks for the tag @shameless-whumper

1. Name. Abi

2. Birthday. May 4th

3. Zodiac Sign. Taurus

4. Height. idk, about 5′4″? 

5. Hobbies. Writing, reading, watching films. Occasionally doodle something but I never was that good.

6. Favorite Color[s]. Blue and indigo.

7. Favorite Books.

Where do I begin.

An Ember in the Ashes (and it’s sequel, a Torch Against the Night) by Sabaa Tahir.

The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling.

The Cliffehaven Series by Ellie Dean.

Theodore Boone Series by John Grisham (book 7 just came out! tbh I love a lot of John Grisham’s stuff. The Chamber? A Time to Kill? all faves)

8. Last Song Listened To. Kimi no Kioku (Memories of You) from the Persona game series.

9. Last Film Watched. Aladdin (2019)

10. Inspiration For Muse. Kind of like Jay. I enjoy creating something, or writing an idea whilst I have it. Generally I will have phases of like immense creativity and then it dies out

11. Dream job. To be honest, I’m floundering a little because I don’t know what I want to do. Like, at all. I think I’d like to work in translation work, I guess, with English and Polish but I’m not knowledgeable enough in Polish to do that and it’s a little disheartening.

12. Meaning of URL. The blog name says it all tbh. I literally found out what the word “whump” was at the start of May this year.

Sorry if you’ve already been tagged BUT I’m tagging: @givemethatwhump @justplainwhump @pythagoreanwhump @bigbangwhump @scath001 @thatsgonnaleaveamark @whumpitywhumpwhump @straight-to-the-pain

[nocturnwhumper]

“How many lashes are you willing to take to protect your friend, hmm?”

The prisoner lifts his hands to pull his shirt off, discarding it at his side and watching his captor admire his scars with interest. “How many do you think?”

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Whumper grabbing the whumpee’s hair and using it to slam their head into a wall 👌

[nocturnwhumper]

The whumper draged the whumpee towards them, pulling a chain contacted to their collar. The whumpee tried to resist, but they could barely stand, let alone fight against the whumper’s strength. Once they stood face to face the whumper yanked the chain down, forcing the whumpee to their knees. The whumpee couldn’t stop a whimper of pain escaping them. The whumper smiled. The collar was tight around their neck, it was made of some kind of heavy metal. Tight enough to make breathing hard at the best of times, and especially hard when the whumper pulled on it. The whumpee grimaced.

“Not having fun, my pet?” The whumper grined down at them kneeling below them. The whumpee didn’t respond, shaking they tried to get on their feet.

“Don’t try to get up!” The whumper shoved them hard in the chest, knocking them flat on their back. The whumpee tried to turn over to stand, to get away from the whumper, but before they could lift themselves up the whumper slammed a foot into their back. Chain still in hand the whumper turned the coller so the chain would be in the back, which pulled and ripped the whumpee’s skin. They let out a moan of pain, hating themself for giving the whumper what they wanted. “That’s it love, make noises for me.” The whumper pulled on their collar, the whumper let out a strangled gasp. The whumper pulled tighter and tighter until the whumpee was sure they were about to pass out, until suddenly they stopped. The whumper kneeled down and sat beside the whumpee, relasing some of the pressure off their neck. The whumpee took in desperate gasps of air.

“Good job darling, we’re really making progress, eventually you’ll know to do what I want before I have to convince you with punishment.” The whumper rolled the whumpee into their lap, stroking their face. The whumpee hated how soothing it felt, how much they craved any touch that didn’t bring pain. They found themselves relaxing. “Are you going to be good for me, my pet?” The whumper pulled lightly on their collar. The whumpee closed their eyes, they knew what to say to avoid more pain, it was the smart thing to say it. That’s why they had to say it, they tried to convince themselves they didn’t believe it.

“Yes, master.”

[nocturnwhumper]

Whumpity Thought #1

Heeyyy~

Just had this little thingy in my mind, and thought to share it with you guys :D

Soooo, here's a whumper that has a passion for clothes, especially dresses. They themselves like to make dresses with many colorful and different designs. But...what was the use of having such a hobby if you didn't have some mannequins to put the dresses on?

With that in mind, every night past midnight, when the streets of the city were all empty, the whumper goes on a hunt, killing young women in their sleep and taking them to his secret shop hidden underground. There, they make the women as "lively mannequins", carefully placing their bodies to stand tall or in any pose the whumper wants them to stay (there's a lot to do in the process of making a corpse stand on their feet or in any other position).

Until, one night, they see a beautiful woman (the whumpee, in our case) walking on the street. The whumper just couldn't bring themselves into killing them, because the whumpee was too beautiful. Instead...no one was gonna stop them from kidnapping the whumpee.

I think there could be more stuff added to this idea, please feel free to add them if you want! I'd love to know your thoughts about this! :D

(I left the continuation of this thing up to you guys ;) )

[nocturnwhumper]

Umm, hey @shanhei322...Sorry, but I already did this tag game under the blog named @silverwolf8940���😅😅

tagged by: @hexgir1 to go to this website and design yourself !

tagging: @renjungita @forehead-enthusiast @pinktea99 @sailorchell @ebarbs95 @celestial-yunho @junguwus-en-rose @berryjaellie @0hyja @jenuminous

[nocturnwhumper]

Hello there! Can't wait to see what you have in store for us! :D

Introduction

Well, I suppose I’ll introduce myself. My name is Cassidy (though most call me Cass). I’ve always been a big fan of whump, and I wanted to try my hand at writing some, while keeping this separate from my main blog. I’ll probably write prompts, write scenarios with nameless whumpers/whumpees, and maybe even stuff with my own ocs! I’m very excited to be here!!

[nocturnwhumper]

Whump Prompt #2

One night, while outside was raining heavily, a whumpee was running in the woods from a whumper. The whumpee managed to hide behind a big tree, also looking at the whumper as they instantly stopped running and began looking around through the grey fog that set in.

"My pretty little mutt...where did you run off to?" the whumpee heard the whumper`s cold and harsh voice echoing in the forest, an icy cold shiver running down the whumpee's spine. "I was just getting started, dear..."

Gulping in fear of what might happen if the whumper would find them, the whumpee closed their eyes shut, letting sour tears flow down their red, hot cheeks, desperately telling themselves that everything will be fine, they will make it to the city, they'll be safe and sound and they won't be chased after again.

The whumpee's freshly made wounds started to ache, to string, to hurt, blood staining their already wet clothes. Their stomach ached, from the multiple kicks they received as punishment yesterday. The wound they had in the back of their head pounded hard, making them feel a bit dizzy blurring their vision.

"I guess I have to find you myself." the whumper spoke, branches cracking under their feet as they began searching for the whumpee in that area.

Feeling that move, the whumpee started to panic much more than before. They just couldn't bring themselves to calm down.

As they were looking helplessly around them for a weapon or something, the whumpee's eyes fixated on a gun. A revolver, to be exact, that was right beside their right foot. The whumpee took it in their shaky hands and analyzed it for a few seconds. They had only three shots.

"This better work out..." the whumpee thought, holding the gun up towards the whumper, getting out from their hideout.

"What do you think you're doing?" the whumpee heard the whumper say as they turned around to look at the scared whumpee, their hands shaking uncontrollably while holding that weapon. "You think you can kill me with tha-"

A gunshot was heard at that moment, the whumper making a step back, seeing the bullet flying in front of his left foot.

"D-don't come any c-closer!" the whumpee said, trying as much as they could to hide their fear and panic.

"Oh, and what if I will?" the whumper provoked the whumpee. "What will happen? Hm? I'm curious..."

The tension between the whumpee and the whumper began to grow bigger. The whumper was looking right in the whumpee's eyes, seeing the fear, the panic, the terror they once felt when they were the whumpee's age.

"I-I'll...I'll shoot!" the whumpee brought themselves into saying that line, shoving away as much as they could the pain they were feeling everywhere on their body, in their body.

"But are you sure you can do that?" the whumper asked them making two steps forward, which made the whumpee flinch. "You can barely hold an ordinary branch...and you're telling me that you're gonna shoot me with a gun?

[nocturnwhumper]

Thanks for the tag, @whump-txt!!!💗💗

@noblesselover99 @o-c-o-c-o @shanhei322 @yourlittleponny @prismbursts @heartlesslywhumping

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[nocturnwhumper]

This is what happens when you talk to @pythagoreanwhump ;)

‘Good Luck With That’

“It’s rude to keep your guest waiting, you know,” A called out as their captor (B) finally entered the room.

B didn’t reply, simply flashing A a threatening smile as they twirled a knife between their fingers.

“You know why you’re here,” B spoke, pacing in front of the chair that A was tied to. “Tell me what I want to know and things don’t have to get difficult.” Despite their words, the glimmer in their eye told A that ‘getting difficult’ was exactly what they wanted.

“And what if I don’t feel like talking?”, A asked casually, voice not even betraying a hint of fear. “What happens then?”

“Then,” B whispered, tipping A’s head back with the blade, “you get to find out first hand all the fun things that I can do with this.” A didn’t flinch, even as the edge of the knife bit into their neck, leaving behind a thin red line.

Instead they just matched B’s smile with one of their own. “With an offer like that, how could I possible refuse?”, they replied smoothly.

Their words were met with the sharp sting of the blade slicing into their arm, leaving even, methodical cuts. A closed their eyes, letting the pain turn into a bright, clean burning. They wouldn’t give B the satisfaction of hearing them make a sound, not if they could help it.

A’s lack of response seemed to annoy B, because the knife was suddenly plunged into their hand, pinning it to the arm of the chair. Their groans of pain quickly turned into laughter, as they saw the frustrated expression on B’s face.

B yanked the knife out, the determination to make A scream clear in their eyes, but all the action elicited was a choked off gasp and more laughter.

“I swear, I will find something even you won’t enjoy,” B threatened, using the knife to cut off A’s shirt to reveal dozens of scars littering their body. “You think you’re so tough, but I’ll break you.”

A just grinned at their captor as if their words had no effect on them whatsoever. “Good luck with that.”

[nocturnwhumper]

The teammate searching in the dark for something, sweeping their hands across the ground until they hit something. Then their fingers brush against fabric. They reach out and feel a figure, and find the whumpee unconscious. They can’t see, but they can feel blood trickling from wounds all over the whumpee.

[nocturnwhumper]

Welcome, Maro!!! Can't wait to see what you have in store for us! I'm also a newbie, so...maybe we can help each other? As long as you don't mind :D

Introduction

Hiya, whump community!

My name is Maro. I’ve been around a while now, and I’ve finally decided to make my own whump-focused blog. I look forward to getting to know everyone! <3

[nocturnwhumper]

Person A: Hey, do you have a bag I can borrow?

Person B: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence,

Person A: Literally all you had to do was say no.

[nocturnwhumper]

Thanks for tagging me, @whump-txt!!!

"Please...don't do this. J-just...stop." (a line from one of my works in progress)

Tagging: @noblesselover99 @prismbursts @whumperflies @clockworknightmares @whumpster-dumpster @heartlesslywhumping @whumpstar

Tag Game:  Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Starting a new one since the previous one was getting a bit long. 

I was tagged by my lovely wife, @all-or-nothing-baby (thanks for always holding me accountable, dear! 💙), so here’s the last thing I wrote, a line from the Megwena (Meg x Rowena) ficlet I’m trying to finish for Friday:

“Leaves more room for the evil skanks like us.”

Tagging: @letsgobethegoodguys @navajolovesdestiel @katekarnage7 @paininmyheart-imalive @posingasme @castielslittlestbee @sassysousa @shealynn88 @lightningcas

As always, feel free to disregard if not interested in playing! ^_^

[nocturnwhumper]

Person A: “when was the last time you slept?”

Person B: “monday”

A: “today’s Monday.”

B: “I didn’t say it was this monday.”

[nocturnwhumper]

Prompt #461

I was never broken. I was never a goddamn monster. I was just a gullible kid.

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Writing Prompt #133

“For every time you scream, I’ll hurt your friend.”

The whumper stood in front of the whumpee holding a knife, running it in dainty lines over their scarred chest. The whumpee let out a whimper as it caught, letting a small crimson drop of blood trickle down their front.

“Y-yes… sir/ma’am…” they gulped, quivering and tense. The whumper smiled.

“Good. Let’s begin.”