#chain whump

[cpt-winters]

Okay, so I've Had a Whumpy Thought...

Upon their arrival, Team halts dead in their tracks, staring wide-eyed as Whumpee wraps the chains Whumper once used to bind them around Whumper's neck, pulling back with all their strength with a crazed, almost-animalistic look in their eyes.

Cue Whumpee collapsing to their knees after Whumper's body slumps to the floor. That thousand-yard stare falling over Whumpee's features as their mind refuses to register whatever following commotion unfurls around them.

Can't stop thinking about variations of this trope after reading this post

[cakeinthevoid]

Dream a Little Dream

Whumptober No. 8: Cashing in an alternative!

Betrayal

Content: Chained up, isolation, betrayal.

Really wanted to challenge myself to write something short again... Very stream of conscious.

Ceres wished they could have been surprised. Unfortunately, they were all too aware of their own flaws, and so why anyone would turn them in.

It still hurt a little. They thought it must hurt less with time, that one day, they would finally get well and truly used to it. They were beginning to doubt that day would come.

Sure, they accepted their fate, hanging from the iron chains roped through loops around the room. They've come to terms with the fact that, once again, they were sold out.

Ceres wished they spent longer basking in moonlight.

It hurt to think about that too, so they thought about how they could survive this instead.

If they should survive this.

The manacles around their throat, wrists, and ankles seared their skin. Ceres would not be able to leave their skin for a long while, with all the stimuli grounding them to the present. What use was a dreamwalker who couldn't dreamwalk?

Was that the goal? Make them useless?

Clearly they already were, according to Meena. And to think... No, better not.

They needed focus—focus on something other than the burning in their raised arms, the ache in their back, and the pain in their knees.

So they sang a lullaby. It sounded broken on their whisper of a voice, but it was home.

And, truly, it was all they had.

[abhainnwhump]

[whump-in-the-closet]

a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's hand uncomfortably wrapped around their collarbone. There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.

The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.

Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."

"No--"

"Or one of them will take your place."

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 4: “Captivity” || “Chains”

Lord Guildford Dudley in My Lady Jane 1x06

[snakebites-and-ink]

Want to be whump characters with me?

Do this quiz. (Since some of the possibilities are not-so-nice, if you don’t jibe with your initial result, you’re welcome to retake it, I don’t care.)

Do this picrew, based on both your actual self and your role from the quiz

Tag people, or make it an open tag (or both)!

Open tag, anyone can join!

[whump-side]

Updated Rapunzel compilation ! I swear I feel like I first drew him 2 years ago and then I checked the dates but turns out the first art is from 2020 ?? Time flies so fast

[whumpitisthen]

Leashed to the floor by a short lenght of chain. The chain has just enough give to let them scramble back just a couple inches, low to the ground on their hands and knees, when they get scared. They can't even look up from how hard the unforgiving leash pulls their neck back towards the ground unless they stay where they are supposed to, right where whumper wants them to be.

[boneywhump]

pov: your future husband comes to your rescue

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whumper forcing Whumpee to swallow something, whether it be a sedative, poison, maybe even the key to their own chains.

Whumper’s hand covering their mouth so they can’t spit it back out. Whumpee’s half lidded eyes pleading with Whumper as they maintain eye contact. Throat taut and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as they struggle.

Clamping their eyes shut as they finally give in and whatever it is makes its way down to their stomach.

[whumporama]

Whumpee’s wrists being bound together, suspended by a chain above their head. Their fingers clinging desperately to the links, as if grasping the cold metal could somehow ease the pain. With no other outlet for the agony coursing through them, they held on tighter, trying to find relief in the only thing they could hold.

[aceofwhump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 4: "Chains"

Supernatural, 12x01, Sam Winchester

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Messy sketch in grey scale with blood in red of Eliot Spencer with his arms chained behind his back and raised slightly by attachment of the chain to some point above him. He’s wearing a t-shirt and looks angry, and there’s dried blood on his face and t-shirt. End ID]

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Whumptober Day 9: Arms restrained behind back

A messy last minute addition done with jet lag 🫣

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 6 (alt. prompt): “Begging”

Lord Guildford Dudley in My Lady Jane 1x06

[meraki24601]

Chains

The chains holding Whumpee up so their toes only just brushed the ground barely hurt anymore. Even when the discomfort from their other injuries made them writhe, the restraints had their hands feeling nearly numb. It would have been a nice change if they didn’t know what it meant. 

How long had it been since their feet touched the ground? Whumper put a hood over Whumpee’s head, which felt like a few days ago, but they couldn’t see through the barred window to know for sure. 

Whumper had called it a game. The hood was another test to see how long it would take Whumpee to break. To beg, really.

At this point, all it took was the quiet groaning of the opening door to have Whumpee crying out with the remainder of their voice, “Please—no more.”

The chains rattled and moved, and Whumpee’s heels touched the ground. Then, their knees bumped against the cold concrete below. Finally, arms wrapped around Whumpee’s torso. New hands released both of Whumpee’s wrists from their shackles. The pain that followed the metal’s removal from the bloody gashes had sparks filling Whumpee’s eyes, but they refused to pass out. 

Begging was the only way to make the pain stop. Whumper might even wait a day or two before the next session if they pleaded pretty enough. But begging required a voice, and their unprompted and pitiful whisper had taken the last of theirs. 

All Whumpee could do was groan and push weakly at the hands moving their body.

“Hush.” A gentle voice sighed. The light burn of antiseptic bled across Whumpee’s arms as the familiar scratch of a rag touched each and every cut. 

Whumper wasn’t there. Whumpee would have recognized their voice and touch. These people were kind. They were hurting Whumpee, but only to help them. A towel was even placed below Whumpee’s head to protect it from the hard floor when Whumpee couldn’t help but flinch and jerk. 

“Relax, Little One,” the voice said, “Whumper won’t be back tonight. You can heal. Rest.”

The lights in the cell were dimmed when Whumpee’s hood was removed, a kindness they hadn’t expected that allowed their vision to recover quickly. They looked up at bright blue eyes for the first time in a long time.