#I really like whump

[ladyladywhump]

Revival Whump

Whumpee who killed themself for the freedom/relief of death is brought back to life against their will, kicking and screaming as they are brought back to Whumper

Whumpee is a lab rat used to figure out what happens after you die

Whumper figures out a way to come back to life every time Whumpee/Caretaker kills them so Whumpee can never be free

Whumpee is raised from the dead and made into something else. They are mindless, unable to do anything but listen to Whumper's orders... or so everyone thinks. While their body is ruined, their soul/spirit is a ghost wandering around, begging Whumper to kill them so they can return to the afterlife

Whumpee dies somehow and the afterlife is worse than life. They are relieved to be back with Whumper and Whumper is overjoyed to see their subject/Whumpee behaving itself

Whumpee is so distraught about Whumper's death that they bring them back like a good little Whumpee

Whumpee's species goes back and forth between death and life, like a phoenix. The experience is excruciating but Whumper drugs Whumpee so it happens more often because they find it fun to see how Whumpee suffers

Whumpee comes back exactly the way they were but Whumper is still convinced that something is wrong with them and is determined to experiment on them to figure out what

Whumpee who is desperate to live is killed publicly by Whumper, reacting extremely emotionally. They are publicly humiliated when Whumper brings them back to life

Whumpee is brought back to life and it's like they're two/multiple people, as though when they died they were split into multiple pieces

Whumper treats Whumpee like a stress toy, destroying them and bringing them back like a pop-it so they can play over and over again

Whumper doesn't have to go easy on Whumpee; they can destroy Whumpee completely and have them back in time for dinner

Revival takes a long time to complete and so by the time they're awake, Whumpee is old/still young but everyone they loved is dead - except Whumper

Female Whumpee is killed on their period and brought back to life when it's over so Whumper doesn't have to deal with all that 'gross blood'

Whumpee is older/younger when they are brought back to life

Pet Whumpee who doesn't realise their Whumper is immortal/will come back to life is distraught over Whumper's death and kills themself. When Whumper comes back, they are extremely annoyed at their henchfolk for allowing them to do it.

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[callmeizukunotdeku]

one of my favorite brands of Jason and Tim angst is when Jason realizes that Bruce had been treating Tim like his replacement, not as Robin, but as Jason

Robin's a mantel, a mask that gets passed down from one brother to the next

Jason is a person. full stop.

just,,, something about making Jason's thinking shift from "Bruce replaced me by getting another son" to "Bruce found a kid that looks like me and he acts like the kid is me"

and Jason trying to bring this up with Tim, who knows better and expects worse just replying "at least, now that you're back, he's stopped calling me by your name"

and Jason is like "no, no, you should be asking so much more from him; this is Batman for god's sake"

"yeah" Tim agrees "I asked him to keep me around even though he doesn't need me any more. he seemed to be fine with the idea"

"need you? tim that's a fully grown adult he doesn't need you to do anything for him"

and Tim just gives him a you haven't seen the half of it look and Jason remembers that technically he's right

tim didn't need to do anything, he needed to be someone. and now that Jason is back, he doesn't need to be anyone anymore

but how much of himself did he lose trying to become someone else?

[whump-in-the-closet]

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

[den-of-whump]

A guilty whump pleasure of mine is when a character in a fantastical setting is being tortured and something in them just breaks. They suddenly manifest magic super powers, or if they already had those, they suddenly go into overdrive and the character just murders everyone there.

[writinggremlin]

A Whumpee who has spent their entire life under the control of another, without any autonomy or independence.

One day, after their rescue, they finally realize that they now *do* have autonomy, and that the others in their life respect that. They have independence, they can do whatever the fuck they want, they don't need permission anymore.

And that feels... weird. Surreal. Freeing. Confusing.

They're just holding this revelation in their hands like "What is this? What do I do with it?"

[rosieposey-torturedpoet]

Okay, so this is really random: but I see a lot of like 'inexperienced' Whumpees who are the weakest/youngest out of the group

But like what if the youngest is the one everyone fears, I mean they're in the group for a reason

Picture this very specific scenario: The team is captured by Whumper and they are all taken to the same room, chained up to keep them from running or trying anything: and here comes Whumpee (a teenager that's like half the size of everyone in the room) with these insanely complicated locks, maybe they're wearing a straight jacket, with multiple guards while the rest of the team got one or two

Because if you think about it, younger people would have to work harder to prove their strength and 'worth' to the team. There has to be a reason for them to stay on the team

However my personal favorite of this trope is that the youngest is just so unpredictable; not only are they talented/wise beyond their years but you truly never know what they'll do next with all the talent they harbor

Maybe Whumper hates them because at least he can fall into this rythme with the rest of the team and learn their habits: but he physically can't do that for youngest because there is no routine or habit to fall back onto

Maybe they mastered a rare magic form at a young age, or were trained as a soldier

Then think of the CARETAKING OPPROTUNITIES?? A parental Caretaker that shows Whumpee what it's like to be a kid, who worry about they're little reckless living death wish 24/7, and give them a mom/dad that they deserve

I just love young, anti-hero, vigilante Whumpees who have seen so much and learned so many things at such a young age, to the point where they are constantly on the verge of villain because of their genuine desensitization to it all

Which causes everyone to be at least a little afraid of youngest, in some sense of the word

[whatiswhump]

We talk about aching of old wounds and breaks that pulsate in throbing unrelenting anguish years after…

But I’m here to posit that the worst kind of haunting wound is nerve damage. Nerve damage spasms in electric like stabs that feel raw from the very first shock. Nerve damage feels like you’re being electrocuted at any given moment and the pain receptors are eternally sharp and much too sensitive, unlike the throbbing that eventually dulls into bluntness of the aforementioned aches.

Nerve damage makes your whole body twitch if it is unexpected and significant enough, even if you’ve had a thousand before that should have primed you to hide it.

Nerve damage feels like glass is embedded inches into your skin, waiting like shrapnel to cut in afresh at every movement.

Nerve damage doesn’t just remind you of your past but haunts you with shocking clarity like the first time every time.

[smthnsmthn-whumpblog]

you know what i love? prison whump. and i barely get to see any :(

but seriously, the prison system is so incredibly fucked up, the opportunities for whump are endless. beatings from the prison guards, beatings from the other prisoners, forced labour, all kinds of neglect (emotional, physical, medical, hygiene, etc.) and just so much misery. being forced to live in crumbling cells, full of rat shit and bird droppings, not to mention their own filth. being sentenced to solitary confinement for a minor indiscretion, maybe the whumpee criticises the treatment they’re getting, and is forced to sit in a cold small cell by themself for two days or more, the only social interaction they get is an apathetic guard giving them a measly meal twice a day. all of it just adding to the intense isolation and loneliness.

and that’s just modern prisons; are you doing historical whump? oh boy, that shit was utterly awful. corporal punishment galore - getting flogged, whipped and birched, leaving scars (both mental and physical) that will last a lifetime. public humiliation, being strung up in stress positions and displayed for all passers-by to point, laugh and scorn. worked to the bone, doing menial, pointed tasks for inhuman hours, getting beaten when they collapse of exhaustion. going to the toilet in a bowl they have to sleep next to, having to clean it out themselves every day. being locked up in minuscule cells, too small for whumpee to move, their muscles atrophying. chain gangs. and that’s just a few examples off the top of my head.

oh, and if you’re doing fantasy whump? you can do literally whatever you want. you can make up the rules, decide how severely whumpee gets punished for something small. the world is your bloody oyster.

and the fact that it’s a prison, and they’re a criminal - maybe the whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, maybe they got framed or falsely imprisoned. maybe they did do something ‘wrong’, something deemed a crime by their society but something that isn’t entirely their fault and requires help not punishment (like drug abuse or stealing to keep themself/their loved ones fed). or maybe they did do something wrong, a sort of whumper-turned-whumpee vibe, but the punishment goes way too far.

anyway, fuck the penal system.

[sadiecoocoo]

Ao3 is so devoid of Jayce whump like yes I know his husband is chronically ill but what if we made the pretty boy mortally wounded so they could match

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

[sad-leon]

firefight animatic for my lovely friend @remedyturtles [Spoilers up until Chapter 9]

unfortunately the last chunk of frames are incomplete and will likely remain that way as i have hit a massive mental brick wall -- probably an ugly mix of depression and burnout -- but I wanted to share my vision, so I edited what I had

Song Used: Dancing After Death by Matt Maeson

wish I had more to say but im dead on the floor,, sorry

[whumping-valentine]

We use being cold, hungry, and tired a lot in our writings, and that makes sense! Those aren't pleasant feelings, but what's not used enough is all of the other symptoms that can occur under those conditions.

Being malnourished not only causes the feeling of hunger, but can give you headaches, and make you feel weak, faint, sick, cold, and tired. It makes you irritable, unable to concentrate, and can even cause wounds to take longer to heal, while brusing much more easily. After a while you even develop an aversion to food, and don't want to eat. You feel nauseous just thinking about it, and breaking a fast isn't something you can do with a flick of your fingers. Your body isn't used to eating, and it may not sit well with you.

Not eating can also cause your blood sugar to drop, which is a whole entire thing in and of itself, and you don't have to be a diabetic to experience it. Low blood sugar is horrible 0/10 do NOT reccomend (but definitely do in whump!)

As for being cold, it can not only be uncomfortable, but it can make you feel physically ill. Especially when paired with a lack of vitamin D from low sun exposure. You just constantly feel sick, and may even begin to feel hot. It is absolutely FREEZING in my room all the time and I always feel sick. Horrible. Do it to your whumpees and tell them if they're good they can go outside and lay in the sun. That's shit's awesome when you're cold.

And of course, with sleep deprivation, it not only makes you drowsy, but it basically screws everything up. Your ability to think, your coordination, your strength. All you wanna do is curl up into a ball and go to sleep, no matter where you are. There's so much you can do with a tired whumpee.

The most fun thing about all of these is that they can generally go together all at once, inflicting symptoms of the others in an endless loop of torment. So yeah, go nuts! It's miserable!

[coffee-flavored-mochi]

best voltron fics i've found on ao3:

(in no particular order, just ones i like)

(also most of these are klance btw)

-"Fighting the Surface" by tommino

-(klance)hurt!lance and a little hurt!keith. tw near character death and also tw drowning. super good fic, pretty emotional, not too long of a read, less than 20k words.

-"nothing's quite as sweet" by dimple for your thoughts

-(klance) literally the cutest slow burn klance fic. it's only 50k words, but its literally just a cute barista!keith and cat shelter worker!lance fic and i love it. a little bit of hurt/comfort, but nothing too bad.

-"you never stood a chance" by kagshina

-(klance) cute little college fic where lance falls for keith. only 12k words, warning for a bit of second hand embarrassment lol.

-"The Marks We Make" by wittyy_name

-(klance) another college fic, also a soulmate au! kind of a long one (over 250k words) but such a cute slowburn. also has super cute artwork by sora linked into the fic. one of my absolute faves <3<3

-"Shut Up and Dance With Me" by wittyy_name

-(klance) another amazing fic by wittyy_name (an amazing author, pls check out all their fics) a cute little enemies-to-lovers dance!au, also around 250k words. need to give this one a re-read since it's been a while, but overall an amazing fic and i love it so much!

-"Nightmares" by Trashness

-(klance) amazing little one-chapter fic abt keith and lance sharing the same bed due to nightmares (as the title suggests). only around 15k words, so a short little read, but it's a very good read!

-"call me, beep me" by orphan_account

-(klance) cute little wrong number!au where lance accidentally texts a wrong number (keith) and then they fall in love 😈 its 85k words and a bit of a slow burn, and i'm pretty sure it's the voltron fic with the most kudos on ao3!

-"O Come Let Us Adore Him" by Bandity

-(no ships) this one isn't a klance fic, but is def a heavy hurt!lance fic. tw for manipulation, hallucinations, non-con, eating issues, and some other things. i like this one a bunch because it not only shows the bad shit lance goes through, but the aftermath as well. less than 35k words but a really great story overall.

-"Looking Death in the Eye" by IcyPanther

-(no ships) okay so this one isn't a klance fic either but it is honestly an amazing one and doesn't get the recognition it deserves. it doesn't have any ships or anything, but is about lance having to save the entire team during a sick game a random villain lures them into. i love fics about torturing my favorite characters (like lance) and this one does that so so so well. pls give it a read 🙏🙏 also its only 16k words so you can read it super fast!!

[whumpsoda]

i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

WOHEO Masterlist

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over. 

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands. 

Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself. 

Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms. 

Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire. 

Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod. 

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face. 

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

[w4nd3r3r123456]

THE BROKEN HIDE AWAY

TW: SELF HARM, BLOOD

Caretaker/Whumper wasn't home. Whumpee scrambled to collect the porcelain shards, gathering the bits in their hands, careful not to cut their fingers. Instead of getting scared and shaking in the corner, they have to hide it, they can't get in trouble that way, right? If whumpee's allowed clothes, they start pressing the glass into themselves, places that wont easily be exposed, near their ribs, shoulders etc, they stay like that, trying to figure out where to go. where to put the pieces. If they aren't allowed clothes, they slowly put each piece into their mouth, carefully making sure each one is placed flat against their tongue. Maybe they can't get rid of it before Whumper gets home. The dark fabric of their clothes acting as a veil from the blood until Whumper grabs them. Fingers curling around a bloody sleeve. Do they get upset at Whumpee, dragging each shard an inch or two as punishment? Or are overwhelmed by joy that they don't even have to be their for Whumpee to be in pain anymore. Maybe Whumper pulls Whumpee in for a kiss, Whumpee fights more than usual. Whimpers fingers grab at their face, digging into their cheeks only for a shard to pierce whumpee's skin. Whumper being confused at first, then either getting upset or not giving AF and kissing Whumpee's bloody lips none the less. Caretaker came home, bags in hand as they started unpacking the ingredients, ready to make Whumpee's meal. Maybe they asked Whumpee a question and they couldn't respond because of havign their mouth full. Maybe caretaker thinks they're just eating something, Whumpee tries adjusting the porcelain to talk, only to cut themself, mouth opening into a bloody tunnel. Caretaker rushing over to help them, Whumpee breaking down apologizing, caretaker went through all the work to go buy ingredients and cook, only for Whumpee to be unable to eat now. Caretaker gets home to an silent house, they wander around for Whumpee only to hear them whimpering from behind the bathroom door. They open it, a pool of blood under Whumpee as they sit cradling crimson painted glass in their fingers.