#death whump

[the-bar-sinister]

The precious last moment between lovers. The shaking fingers. The whispered promises of something after the end. The freeze frame on the final act of tenderness. Then cut to black.

[go-whump-in-the-night]

a whumper tormenting a tied up whumpee and his healer caretaker. Caretaker can magically resurrect Whumpee from the dead...and Whumper knows this. "How many times can you do that?" Whumper asks, before running their sword through Whumpee for the third time.

[whomeidontknowthem]

Being trapped in your body after its death.

In the history of my world, there was a mage who wanted to live forever. If your magic is strong enough, your ghost may remain behind, she knew, and she thought: what if one traps the ghost inside the body? What if one forces the soul to remain in the body, indefinitely?

She knew the runes needed to trap magic inside. She perfected the spell, making sure it works, it holds for decades, it doesn't falter. She didn't have the time to test it: she was hunted as all mages were in those times.

She carved the runes into her skin. She was killed before they healed.

And as she fell, her last thought in her life was a desperate hope that the spell had worked;

And it did. As she learned when she came to, still in her body. It did -- as she tried to get up and couldn't. It did -- as she tried to take a breath and couldn't. As her heart never moved, unbeating, dead.

It did -- she learned as she lied, unmoving, as bugs tickled her skin and birds pecked her body in curiosity. She felt, the spell tying her to the ground, as they bit, ripping away bits of flesh, one after the other. She felt a bigger animal come, nuzzling her before biting, ripping her leg off with careful attempts. She felt, her legs away from her body, as it was eaten.

The spell held her in her body -- every bit of it.

The final death couldn't come quickly enough.

[whump-me]

Whumptober 2024 Day 23: Public Display

The queen wore her finest gown. Her crown rested atop perfectly styled hair. Her eyes, wide with horror, were painted with cosmetics only royalty could afford.

She protested through her gag as the soldiers arranged her on her throne. The drugged tea they had forced into her ensured she couldn’t fight.

They sat her up straight, with one hand clutching her royal scepter. They stepped back, admiring the tableau. Only one detail was missing.

One soldier thrust the queen’s own gem-encrusted dagger through her throat, pinning her to the throne.

Now she was ready to be seen by her people.

[women-in-writing]

Women in Whump: Fantasy Edition 3

Hurt no Comfort and some Death Whump ahead

- Witch who crashes while riding her broom/ staff, the snapping and cracking of bones mixing with the breaking tree branches before she slams into the ground. Waking up in extreme pain before having to drag herself home along the forest floor when she wakes up.

- Court Jester who's being harassed by one of the king's advisors, unable to do anything other than proclaim her abuse through clever jokes that only her abuser truly understands.

- Tavern maid who's fired after a party of travelling adventurers use mind control spells to avoid paying for their meal having trouble finding work in town now that everyone knows she's susceptible to mind control.

- Dwarven woman trapped in a cave-in, running low on light as she feels her way through a cave system her people have never mapped before. She hears sounds in the dark but it's unable to tell if they're reality or just her mind playing tricks on her.

- Woman who survived a powerful lightning attack by a mage. How she can't grip things too tightly anymore, how she hides during storms and her body will shake and twitch at random times. How afraid she is of seizures and having to take care of herself.

- Queen's handmaiden who switches places with her ruler when the castle is under attack. The kidnappers drag her out of the castle and escape on a boat before they realize their mistake. She hears them from where she's chained below-deck arguing over her fate. Whether they should just kill her or something else...

- Wife of a Nobleman who begs him to stop outrageous taxes. He agrees but only if she'll submit herself to the public humiliation of being whipped and put in the stocks. She does, holding her head with dignity as her husband tells lies about her and an affair that never happened.

- Nun in a church is selected for the sacrifice of a demon summoning ritual. She's abducted from her cell late at night and dragged underground, her bare back placed on a cold slab of rock, her heart thumping with dread as the priest steps forward.

- Soldier in the middle of a fierce battle who's run through by an enemy's sword. As she falls to her knees, blood spilling from her gut, she sees the fallen bodies of her comrades, friends she'd lived through hell with, all dead or dying before her.

Non-con under the cut!!

- Woman who's susceptible to mind control spells being told by her magic-using significant other that they'd never use their magic on her. She believes them until she notices all the markings on her body that she doesn't remember. Bite marks and hickeys and the sticky feeling of come between her thighs. She asks her partner about it and they smile, tell her she's overreacting, and use their powers on her again. It's more fun if she remains ignorant they think with a happy smile.

- Woman sentenced to death for the murder of a Lord who's assaulted by the prison guards. It's in a very public cell where everyone can see, but because the Lord was very loved, no one cares; some even cheer the guards on. When she's dragged out for her crucifixion she's naked, evidence of numerous assaults all over her body. As she hangs there, dying, the final thing she hears is the jeers of the crowd.

- Elfen street rat kid who needs to steal everything just to survive. Swiping food from merchants and coin-purses from nobles, sleeping in alleys and under doorways gets caught by a member of the Royal Guard. They leer at her and tell her she has a choice: 'serve' them or get the beating of her lifetime. As her ribs crack the guard tells her she can change her mind anytime. She hates herself when she gives in.

- Thief who's part of a guild gets a job to steal an ancient tome of spells from a wizard's tower. She succeeds in the theft but the next day she is betrayed by the rest of the guild. As she's handed over to the guards, she sees her former teammates grinning in victory. Later that night, as the guards hold her down and violate her, she vows she'll burn the thieves guild to the ground.

- Student at a magic academy who goes to one of the instructors for help with her Summoning homework. The teacher grins and tells her that first she should be aware of the potential dangers of summoning. The woman laughs at first because she's been a student for years, she knows that. Later, as the tentacles from the demon her teacher summoned violate her she looks at them, eyes wet with betrayal. As the demon drags her away, she understands why so many students had gone missing.

[whiteboywhump]

Hugo gets stabbed

movie: Alita Battle Angel

the sounds he made, and the way she cradled him, the way he fell limp into her arms, the way he was jus at laying there dead in Alita’s arms!! 🥺

gif set link: https://www.tumblr.com/whiteboywhump/738172296189100032/the-way-he-falls-limp-in-her-arms-movie-alita

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Can Feda (2018)

[wolf-the-whumper]

"Please"

Oh ho ho! You've given a fairly good one! So many prompts with this little buggar.

Imagine if you will:

- Caretaker caressing a whumpee whose life is quickly slipping through caretakers bloodied fingers. The tears fall and whumpees eyes slowly close. Caretaker whispers a quiet, pitiful "please.." as his world falls apart.

- A whumper viscously kicking and punching a broken body on the floor. The whumpe, so weak with not a spot clear of wounds. Still, whumpee smiles through their cracked and busted lips. Though, a sudden crunch after whumpers boot slams into their ribs wipes it away. Whumper only smirks and yanks whumpee up by their throat. Choking and weakly squirming Whumpees face is pulled close to whumpers and whumper gently orders into their ear, "Please, make my day with that pretty smile of yours."

- Finally we have two whumpees chained and bound. One whumpee is bound against the wall and the other upon a medical table with their arms, legs, and throat latched tighly. The slow footsteps of an approaching whumper makes Whumpee One shiver and pull against their restraints. The whumpee upon the table merely groans unable to process anything beyond the drugs and poisons in their veins.

Whumper walks in, slamming the door behind him and from his pocket he draws a scalpel blade to the table Whumpee's throat as Whumpee One begins screaming and begging, pulling at their restraints until their wrist turn raw.

"STOP!...PLEASE! TAKE ME! THEY CANT TAKE ANYMORE!"

Whumper gives a low hum, barely noticing whumpee one, and drives the scalpel in...

[whumpdiary]

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 6 @whumpmasinjuly-archive : Left Behind

CW: character death

Whumpee blinked at the dim light filtering through broken windows, the only illumination in the desolate, crumbling room. Chains clinked softly as they shifted against the cold, damp floor. Their heart pounded in their chest, each beat echoing louder than the stillness of the house.

The once-sturdy walls were now cracked and peeling, a reflection of their own fractured spirit. The Whumper had relished their cruelty, their laughter echoing in the house long after the door slammed shut. Now, all that remained was the hollow, haunting silence.

Each breath was a laborious effort, the sharp pain in their chest making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the relentless throb that pulsed through them. Their wrists chafed from the chains, the metal biting into their skin with every subtle movement. They had tried to shift, to find a position that would ease the pain, but the chains only tightened their grip, leaving them in a cruel bind.

They tugged at the chains, but their movements were becoming weak and futile. Each attempt sending a fresh wave of pain through their arms, making them gasp for air.

Every breath felt a struggle, occasionally an inhale would be punctuated by a painful cough that left them shaking and nauseous.

Their throat felt like sandpaper, they longed for even a sip of water, but none was within reach Whumper had not deemed them worth such comforts. How long could someone live without water? Their lips were cracked and parched, their tongue thick and heavy, their mind hazy. Surely it wouldn't be long now?

Their vision wavered occasionally, it has been three days since Whumper left them behind.

Three days alone in the cold.

Their head looled to the side, the strands of their disheveled hair sticking to their damp forehead. Despair had began to seep into their bones, mixing with the pain and cold, the dark corners of the room seemed to close in on them, the shadows mocking their helplessness.

They had attempted to call for help, but their voice was a mere whisper now, swallowed by the decrepit walls. They closed their eyes, begging for sleep, oblivion, anything.

The room grew darker, the last slivers of daylight fading away. The chill of the evening wrapped around them, and their breath misted in the air. Whumpee's mind wandered to fragmented memories of warmth and safety. They tried to recall the faces of loved ones, the comforting voices that had once surrounded them. But the pain, the hunger, and the thirst were relentless, erasing those comforting thoughts with every agonizing breath.

Whumpee attempted to adjust their position on the cold, unyielding floor, hoping to find even a small measure of comfort. As they shifted, a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed them, causing their vision to blur and the room to spin dangerously as their vision faded.

When they regained consciousness, the room was shrouded in darkness. A shuddering groan escaped their lips as they realised they had passed out again. The sensation was unsettling, each time they blacked out it felt like another step toward an inescapable end.

The cold made it hurt to expand their lungs, each breath shallow and painful. They tried to lift their head, but the effort made their vision swim again.

Their strength was waning. It wouldn't be long now.

With trembling fingers, Whumpee fumbled with the chains, desperately trying to pull them free. The metal cut deeper into their skin, and they winced with every movement, but they refused to give up. Their vision was growing darker again, but they forced themselves to focus. There was a faint sliver of moonlight creeping through the broken window, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Whumpee tred to reach towards the light, as if its presence might offer some solace or hope. The effort left them breathless.

Their lungs burning.

The night grew colder, the room seemed to close in on them. They felt their breathing became more erratic. Their body felt as though it were shutting down, each movement more labored than the last. The cold seeped into their bones, making their muscles ache and their joints stiff. Time felt distorted, hours stretching into what seemed like an eternity. Whumpee’s thoughts became disjointed, their consciousness flickering in and out.

It wouldn't be long now.

The faint sliver of moonlight became a beacon in the vast darkness. It seemed to twist and dance hypnotically, caring shapes that dashed to demand Whumpees attention . The shadows in the room twisted and lengthened, the once stark outlines now flowing and shifting like phantoms taunting them. The clinking of chains seemed to echo from every corner of the room, amplifying into a cacophony that drowned out any rational thought. Whumpee's breaths grew ragged, each inhalation a strained effort, each exhalation a shuddering release. Their body felt distant, almost alien, as if they were watching their suffering from afar.

The moonlight's glow was their only anchor, it twisted into figures and forms, a ladder reaching up to the moon and freedom.

Their thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Memories and dreams blended into one another, creating a hazy landscape where past and present merged. They were back in their childhood home, the walls lined with warm, golden light. Familiar faces smiled at them, and laughter echoed through the halls. But as they reached out for these fleeting comforts, they dissipated into darkness.

The sound of their ragged breaths became a relentless, throbbing drumbeat in their ears. They were no longer certain if they were truly hearing the clinking of the chains or if it was simply their mind playing tricks. The noise grew louder, more insistent, a maddening rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with their erratic heartbeats.

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered, struggling to focus on the shifting shadows. The twisted shapes reaching out from the corners of the room, hands stretching toward them with silent, accusing gestures.

The pain, cold and hunger were a distant echo, barely registering against the overpowering numbness that had begun to envelop them. The moonlight continued to dance, it's form solid and inviting. Whumpee tried to reach out for it, unsure if they were moving out of the room was.

In their last moments of consciousness, the shadows lost their menacing shapes, transforming into familiar, comforting forms. Their pain began to recede, replaced by a sense of detachment, as if they were floating in a tranquil space, free from their physical suffering.

The moonlight continued to bathe them in its gentle glow, a final, bittersweet comfort as Whumpee's consciousness began to fade. Their breaths grew slower, more irregular, until they were merely a faint whisper against the quiet of the abandoned house. The cold, the chains, and the agony all began to dissolve into the darkness, leaving behind a fleeting, serene calm.

With one final, shuddering breath, Whumpee succumbed to the darkness, their spirit slipping away as the moonlight’s gentle embrace became their final resting place.

Whumpmas In July 2024 posts

[stagelightwhump]

how would the factory deal with a human that dies/gets severely injured while "being repaired"? bc i assume repairs and such are designed for actual Units and not humans that wind up in the factory for whatever reason

Hi, thanks for the question!

To tell you the truth, humans do get injured while being repaired. All of them have Chips installed, many have their abdomens cut open, and a little less than half have to have their limbs replaced in order to fit a certain height requirement. However, these happen extremely quickly, within the span of only a few minutes, so there's very little time for the person to bleed out, get an infection, or go into shock, unless The Factory happens to be particularly swamped that day, in which case, it can take nearly an hour. In such cases, the opened areas are clamped off, and the person is injected with a sleep agent, so that the undue stress doesn't cause damage to the body.

As for pre-existing injuries, for example, sudden limb loss, it clamps off the injured area, finds a part that would fit the "broken Unit", and then repairs the "Unit" using said part, regardless of whether the injury had begun to scab over and heal already. After all, a Unit with all four limbs would sell much better, and be much more efficient, than a Unit with a missing part.

In regards to a person dying while being repaired... it's sad, certainly, but The Factory would try its best to fix the "broken Unit", replacing more and more parts, until the person either "comes back online", or it reaches the conclusion that it can't be revived. In the second scenario, The Factory would extract as much data as possible from the Chip it had installed first, and then it would prepare and remodel a blank Unit to match the "broken" one as closely as possible. The Chip would be installed directly into the blank Unit, and if it boots up? Then everything is just fine. It's all fine! The Unit can be sent back, or sold, and everything is fine. It's clearly fine.

But, on the off-chance that it does not boot up.... well, it's sad. But the data left behind on the Chip can be used to improve the reparation process for future "Units", and to help sell more Units, and that's all that the poor, "deactivated Unit" would want, right? Right.

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[martyr-inthedark]

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

[whump-me]

Whumptober 2024 Day 18: Friendly Fire (alt prompt)

He crouched behind the fallen tree, muscles aching, gun clutched in sweaty hands. She had left him behind in enemy territory. It was only a matter of time before he was discovered.

Footsteps crunched through dead leaves. A shadow stretched across the underbrush, weapon at the ready, as the figure moved closer.

He held himself still. Tried not to breathe.

The footsteps paused. The shadow loomed down

With a desperate cry, he spun and fired.

The figure fell back silently. The gun fell from his numb hands as he saw her face.

She had come back for him after all.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

throw him thursday

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.