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we should call it this again

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chomp 🦷🩸

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Whumpees trapped by a single point-

A slim cuff around their ankle that they could probably break with a good solid tool, but there’s none within reach.

Their wrist is caught in the hand of someone much bigger than them, and even as they’re pulling away, the person who’s got them is picking them up.

Whumpee is injured; it’s not even a big injury, just something in their leg. It doesn’t even hurt that much… until they try and put any weight on it, then they collapse in a heap, desperately stifling cries. Whumper is searching for them, and they can’t get away.

The collar sat stiffly at the base of their throat. The last time they tried to get it off, whumper had heard the noise and pressed a little button on the remote. Now that they know what happens, they’re going to have to be a lot more careful.

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This anime is suuuch a tease. First episode we get gorgeous fairy whump, and thennn nothing for the rest of the season 😭 shalle fen shalle is prime whumpee. Hoping for more spicy content in the next season 🙏😌

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Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

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For that dialogue as game, "I'm not looking to fight, please leave me alone!" With responses from whumper?

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"Come out, wherever you are!"

"You even used your manners, but I don't care."

"Too bad, because I am."

"I don't think I want to leave you alone, though."

"If you say so. I'll come visit in a week. Enjoy your food until then--oh wait. You've got none."

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Obsession

“I don’t think you understand the extent I would go for you,” Villain murmured, running his coarse thumb over Hero’s lips, slicking them with the blood of Hero’s allies. “They were going to turn you into me, betray you to save their own pathetic, worthless lives.”

Hero trembled in the arms of Villain, who looked like a god of blood with how violently and gruesome he killed all of Hero’s teammates. How he didn’t bat an eye or flinch when he got to Hero and scooped them up in his arms and cradled them to his chest like a vengeful angel.

“I will never let anyone hurt you, Hero. It’s become…” Villain trailed off and then laughed. “Well, it’s interfering a little with my work. You know yourself, chain of command, orders from the boss I ignore to protect you.”

Hero shivered as Villain pressed a kiss to Hero’s temple. How could something so gentle feel so threatening?

“But I can’t help it. You are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever set my eyes on,” Villain murmured, tightening his arms around Hero and squeezing them closer. “And I will make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

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I hope all the whump blogs that have been inactive a while, the ones who are too busy or tired to share new stuff, the ones who feel guilting for not posting as much as they used to, the ones who are nervous about posting their own art/fic, the ones who are experiencing a creative block, the ones who are unsure if they should share their creativity, are all having a lovely day

💜💜💜

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Au where Hunter is some kind of snake monster (because it's year of the snake)

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yeah, this is my pet knight, she's a rescue. i gave her a brief act of mercy and she followed me home and sat outside my door to guard me from intruders. she swore her undying allegiance to me in exchange for a gift of grace and now she sleeps at the foot of my bed and weeps when im late coming home. and yeah, she only eats wet food because she's a snob, also.

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Power plays (subtle)

Content: emotional abuse, punching, crossing boundaries, domestic violence vibes, POW

Aggressor standing in a doorway (now they control whether victim can run away)

Victim not allowed/tied so they can't to fold their arms to protect their stomach

Agressor dressed and groomed well (vice versa for victim)

Victim not allowed into the kitchen/bathroom/location that they physically need to access, without express permission

Aggressor standing too close, breathing on victim, bumping into them

Victim finds Aggressor in their room

Aggressor just picking up something that belongs to whumpee and throwing it in the garbage in front of them

Victim punched in the mouth for verbal defiance, until their lips are so broken it hurts every time they speak

Aggressor not responding when spoken to

Aggressor moving slowly

Aggressor asking whumpee if they want something and then not giving it to them

Aggressor walking into victim's space while they're speaking and putting a hand on their shoulder, thumbing their throat, until victim goes quiet--the only time whumper touches them is when they're going to hurt them

A political/POW that's supposed to be treated civilly but the guard squeezes their arm bruisingly tight, fastens on handcuffs one click tighter than needed, yells at POW for resisting when they aren't

Aggressor that is always rude--and victim is required to be on their best behavior constantly

Agressor punches victim when they're mad. When victim just "needs a reminder" though, they just bring their hand up close to their face and whumpee flinches and stops.

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Imagine: A stoic whumpee who is forced to recite all of the rules. So they do it, perfectly, even if it's a very long list. That's just how good their memory is. But then the whumper asks: "And you're going to follow these rules?"

"No."

Just a simple, almost nonchalant "no", just to see what the whumper's reaction is going to be. Because whatever comes after, it would've still been worth it.

I am imagining AND IT IS DELICUOUS. I was so so so excited about this prompt bc GOOD GOD the whumperfllies >:) i hope i do it justice ahhhHHHHH

Stoic Whumpee X Confidant Supervillain

content: possessive/ creepy whumper, flogging, stoic whumpee, leader Whump, implied amputation, graphic description of torture, humiliation, stoic whumpee becomes defiant for a sec and whumper isn’t happy, beaten unconscious

Leader stood with their hands on the wall, digging their fingers into the stone, searching for any kind of support at all. The click, click, click of the whip dragging behind Supervillain echoed through the space like a countdown.

"Start," said Supervillain and Leader could practically hear their smile.

Leader felt the familiar press of exhaustion in between their ribs. "Rule one," they began, voice hoarse with use. "No speaking without permission." The words tasted like acid even as they said them. "Rule two: No looking at you directly."

Leader gripped the wall until their knuckles whitened with sheer pressure. Still, they went on, each word clipped. "Rule three: comply with every order without hesitation, rule four: never question your authority."

Supervillain snapped their whip across the floor. No matter how many rules they added, Leader was always able to spew them off, perfectly. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

"Rule six--" Leader paused to take a breath, and Supervillain jumped at the opportunity. They cracked the whip across Leader's lower back, sharp and sudden.

The pain was brilliant.

"Faster," Supervillain demanded, but the order was tinged with triumph. With smug satisfaction.

Leader's eyes widened, arching their back in a silent scream. Their knees shook and they pressed their forehead to the cool concrete in a desperate attempt to remain standing. But to anyone else, it might have looked like a defense.

"Rule six," Leader inhaled faintly and resumed, spitting out the rules in a fasfire ricochet. "Rule six: address you with the proper title. Rule seven: no escape attempts. Rule eight: no disobedience in any form--"

The next strike came before they even reached the end of the sentence. Leader gasped. They bit down hard to stifle a scream and the metallic tang of blood filled their mouth, coppery and slick.

"Don't forget that one," Supervillain said with a sneer.

Leader had to swallow twice before they could go on. Their head spun. "Rule nine," they continued, ignoring the warm blood that dripped down their chin with their voice, "accept all punishments without resistance. Rule ten: show gratitude for your mercy—"

The whip came down again, tearing through the fragile equilibrium they had managed to maintain.

It hurt. It hurt so badly and it wouldn't stop and it was everywhere and it was throbbing, throbbing. And please–please not again– 

–Pull it together–  Leader pulled it together enough to wonder why there were dark blots in the corner of their vision.

Somehow, they were still standing.

Supervillain leaned in close, their breath hot against Leader's ear. "And you're going to follow these rules, aren’t you?"

Leader turned their head, slow and deliberate, making direct eye contact with Supervillain. They almost smiled when they replied.

"No."

“You little shit.”

They were almost prepared for the slap when it came. It snapped their head forward into the wall, their temple colliding with the stone. Not enough to knock them unconscious, but enough to send splintering pain and slick blood down their face and neck. 

For a moment, they saw stars.

Leader slid down the wall, their legs giving out on them as they crumpled.

"You-- you're going to regret that," Supervillain enunciated every word with a vicious kick.

Leader curled in on themself, trying to cover their face as best they could, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Probably.

The last thing they saw was Supervillain's face, far too close for comfort as they straddled them. Dirt was embedded into Leader's back, bitter and searing.

"Tell me," Supervillain spun in and out of focus, but their voice was tinged with amusement. "What hand you like least?"

Through the haze, Leader caught sight of what exactly Supervillain was holding.

Still worth it.

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might i request a drabble? villain forces hero to fix/upgrade their tech and make them more powerful... and in exchange *might* stop torturing hero's lover...

yes yes yes yes!!! holy shit this was so fun I love this trope so much I’m worshipping the ground you walk on mwah

Content: hero and villain, torture, graphic description of injuries, power imbalance, forced to watch, implied interrogation, bound and gagged, gun mention

“Look, I’m not being unreasonable here,” said Villain.

Hero choked, eyes still fixed on the chained figure at Villain’s feet. It took all of her strength to glance up.

At Villain’s laughing eyes.

Then back to the captured Vigilante. The one who assured her two weeks earlier that they would never be caught. That it would be fine.

Liar.

Villain had ordered Hero meet them in the abandoned warehouse, the very structure groaning and swaying above them.

Threatening to collapse in the same way Hero felt like crumpling to her knees.

She had known it was a trap going in. It was Villain, of course it was a trap. And it still hasn’t prepared her.

She had seen people in worse condition than the one chained down. Maybe.

Even in the dim lighting, Hero could make out the purple hand-shaped bruises on Vigilante’s face. Their clothes ripped, almost strategically, to reveal deep red tissue and strangled skin.

The souring cuts on their arms mottled yellow.

Hands behind their back and head drooping forward. A branch overwhelmed with snow, threatening to snap.

They hadn’t even looked up when Hero entered, or when Hero paused.

The world seemed to stop as she stared. She, at least, stopped breathing. It stayed there for a long moment, caught shallowly in her throat with a threatening rasp.

“Well?” prodded Villain, their voice now sharp. Time was precious in this gamble and they didn’t intend to lose. “Are you going to give me the codes for the system or not?”

A void opened up inside of Hero. Red and hollow and screaming.

And screaming.

Hero’s voice was little more than a whisper but its quality was icy. It took all of her strength to not betray the shake in her words, spitting them out one by one.

“What did you do to them?”

Villain stood over Vigilante. And the yellow night-light spilled over the two of them, creating shadows and deepening bruises.

“Nothing,” said Villain and wrapping their hand into Vigilante’s soft hair, yanked their head back. “At least nothing you couldn’t stop.”

Vigilante’s eyes were empty. Dazed. Mouth duct taped shut.

A hiss escaped Hero’s teeth.

Fuck.

Hero looked from Vigilante to the blinking computer and the half-configured gun on Villain’s desk in the corner.

She noticed the knives and the blood stains too.

Back to Villain and their unsympathetic hands in Vigilante’s hair.

Villain let Hero take a good look at their work then dropped Vigilante’s head. “You know,” they began, and patted their captives face so Hero could see them flinch. “In all their time here, they never gave up your name. You wouldn’t believe how persuasive I can be too.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I really tried to convince them.” The rest of Villain’s speech was white noise.

Hero’s stomach dropped, wanting nothing more in the world than to rush forward and scoop Vigilante up. To take them away from here.

“But,” Villain went on with a light laugh, “As I previously stipulated, you can have them- your illegal love, your darling- back in exchange for those little old codes.”

Hero’s lip twitched in an attempt to ignore Villain’s comment on her relationship. “Stipulated? Did you practice your speech in the mirror this morning?”

Villain’s expression tightened. They kicked Vigilante. Hard enough from them to whimper. “You’re in no condition to mock me, Hero.”

Hero lunged forward, completely discarding her display of any kind of upper hand. “Okay, stop! Stop! Please!”

“Please? That’s a new one. I rather like it.”

Hero broke. “I’ll do it. Just— just let them go.”

“Download my codes,” Villain’s voice was unrelenting. Iron forged. They weren’t going to lose now. “And I’ll consider it. For now, I think I’ll sit here and keep them company while you work.”

Somehow, a knife had appeared in Villain’s hands and it flashed as they spun it. Catching in the light. Harsh metal against Vigilante’s skin, skidding across their exposed throat.

“P-please,” Vigilante’s voice cracked. “I can’t—“

Hero was left with no doubt that this wasn’t debatable.

“You’ll wish you were dead,” she said, eyes burning, “by the time I’m done with you.” She left Villain with a threat of her own and turned towards the desk and the gun and the blinking codes.

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Midnight Snack, 2023

Small art gift for my precious friend and awesome artist gNYMd ! Happy Birthday, sweetheart <3

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a living weapon whumpee is rescued. little do their rescuers / caretaker(s) know, whumpee has an activation word (of sorts) that can send them into a mindless rampage. when they accidentally set whumpee off, they're determined to keep them from harming others and themselves. but the only person who knows how to stop them is their old handler

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I feel like short people (especially women) are underrepresented in whump and I think there's a lot of dynamics to play with there

A short Whumper being able to put a full force blow straight into Whumpee's gut/kidneys just to watch them crumple

A more defiant Whumpee being able to resist Whumper better, not letting themselves be thrown around. But this only results in what happens when a Whumper has a chance to get creative.

A small Whumpee terrified by how easily Whumper can restrain them. They are powerless here, how could they not be? They're so tiny and insignificant.

A short Whumpee having things she wants placed too high for her to reach. Whumper only has to reach up and grab it, but it will always be out of range for Whumpee.

A Whumpee being baby talked because they're so small and so cute. Their emotions being taken as jokes by Whumper(s) because they're "so grumpy" but it never being taken as serious

A smaller Caretaker struggling to help Whumpee walk/move, simply unable to bear the load. They have to stay more stationary, or at least wait for somebody else to help.

Just smaller characters in whump. Feeling small can do a number to how someone acts and holds themselves

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Larim's fingers reached for Nuray's chin, lifting his face to take in the gaze that slowly grew distant. Yet, he was still here and able to listen - barely. "You think your sacrifice saved her, don't you", Larim hissed venomously. "But as long as we have you, she'll come back."