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dying-crying-pining · 5 months ago
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whump tropes in everything i write pt. 2:
• that pause and dizzy sway A does after a fight/ordeal/magic overuse. B grabs a fistful of A’s shirt to steady them
• running a character into the ground: every time they get a second to rest, another fight happens/they’re on the run again/they’re attacked. bonus points if they’re in the same outfit the whole time and it progressively gets bloodier, more stained and ripped—makes that final collapse sooo good
• A is on the verge of completely losing it, shaking hands/frantic pacing, whether that’s bc anxiety/the horrors™️/the plot etc. B is the only person who can ground them. Love a good forced hug that A resists but B’s stronger and it turns into B guiding A to the floor as A melts into them
• A hiding an illness/injury right up until they literally tip over and give B the fright of their life
• a character coughing up blood and still pushing thru
• obligatory homoerotic wound cleaning: A and B both covered in A’s blood. lots of shushing. frantic soothing. very handsy. bonus points if B is inexperienced and freaking the f out while A is delirious & breathlessly trying to comfort them
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kabie-whump · 2 months ago
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♡‬ Febuwhump 2025 Day 9: Necromancy ‪‪♡‬
// torture mentions, character death, bound and gagged
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Whumpee was relieved when Whumper killed them.
It had been a mercy. A final end to the pain. 
But it doesn’t last.
Whumpee gasps violently, their whole body seizing against tight restraints. Agony floods their body, an unbearable feeling after they’d spent the last few hours floating in total nothingness.
“Oh thank the gods.”
No.
That’s Whumper’s voice. It all floods back to Whumpee, the torture, the blood loss, the loopy ecestacy of finally succumbing to it all. 
“I lost you for a little while there.”
No no no no no it’s not fair.
Whumpee squeezes their eyes closed, a muffled sob escaping from behind their gag as they try to come to terms with the fact that it’s not over.
“You didn’t seriously expect me to just let you go, did you?”
Tears stream down the sides of Whumpee’s face, soaking into their hairline. They scream through the gag, because this isn’t fair and it’s supposed to be over and they don’t want to fucking be here anymore.
“Mhm, yeah. It’s good to see you too. Now, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”
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@febuwhump
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melpomenelamusa · 4 months ago
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Melpómene´s whump stories archive
To celebrate the new year, I've decided to share with you some of my favorite whump stories I read this year as a thank you to all the authors who share a little bit of their world with us 💜✨
My plan is to update this list annually and have it function as a sort of personal archive for me, hehe, but you can use it too if you'd like! 😁
Melpómene's personal favorites:
🩸Shattered (by @oddsconvert): An anti-human-blood-drinking vampire doctor tries to save the life of a human who for years was the bloodbag of a vampire I really hate.
🔪Total $hit$how (by @befuddled-calico-whump): 5 misfits escaping prison for their criminal records are hired by a mysterious organization to stop another mysterious, but more evil, sci-fi organization (Benji, my son).
🩸Blood and tears (by @whumpisgoodwhumpislife): A little half-vampire is suffering too much and a human decides to take care of him and protect him (They are both my babies).
🪄Forsaken (by @inhurtandincomfort): A young wizard, condemned by a pact he made with a misterious entity in the past, is trained and used as a living weapon by a malevolent institution in a fantasy world. Ft. some loser boy mad scientist.
🎣In troubled water (by @whumpisgoodwhumpislife): A little mer anglerfish suffers. That's it. Also known as "my poor fish baby".
Others amazing stories I've read/I'm reading:
📸Smile for the camera! (by @morning-star-whump ): A boy is kidnapped by a psychopath from the deep web. His parents and his little boyfriend try to find him (Andre Vazquez is the best character).
👑Darius & Mianu (by @geode-crystal): A traumatized prince and his faithful knight/boyfriend want to live happily ever after, but something always happens.
👹The Bahkauv (by @deluxewhump): Three friends decide to buy a magical creature to study; but what seemed like nothing more than a monster or an animal may turn out to be a companion.
⚡Overloaded (by @fleur-a-whump): The son of a supervillain wants to join the good guys, but discovers that "heroes" can be just as cruel as villains.
⚓Voyagers (by @sorrowful-hyacinth): A jerk sea captain captures a jerk mermaid prince and they torture each other. They both deserve it because they're such bastards, but you also feel bad for them and it's complicated.
⛓️A taste of your own medicine (by @oddsconvert): Whumper gets kidnapped and torture along with his ex-whumpee by an even evil whumper. Only one person is having fun here.
👨‍👦With me (by @greatgigintheskiess): A bitter guy living in the woods accidentally rescues a little boy who escaped from an evil laboratory. Parental caretaker my beloved.
🪐Humanity Collector (by @rabbit-flaying): A cosmic creature who likes to collect human things decides to add a real human to its collection (A cosmic horror one-shot).
🧵Writemas 2024 (by @tildeathiwillwrite): A woman suffers the mysterious death (or murder?) of her husband. This is the kind of story I would love to read in a printed book and recommend to my entire family.
🦌Whumpcember 2024 (by @kabie-whump): An evil wizard has turned Santa's reindeer into humans, who now have to live with their new bodies. A series of shorts with very interesting and cute characters that I definitely need to keep reading if I could.
🪢My favorite stories by @writinglittlepains: Speedster, Aleksander's Plight and Sweet Fins are my favorites!
⚖️Guilt & Revenge (by @what-if-i-just-did): A traumatized ex-bully is kidnapped by the kids he used to bully as a kid because he couldn't afford therapy and is brutally tortured by those who actually happened to be the ones who needed therapy.
🫂We Are TroubleD (by @whumpty-dumpty-doo): Two best friends are kidnapped by a guy who originally planned to capture one of them for ransom, but now is just torturing them for fun.
⛈️Ventis and friends (by @kabie-whump): A half draconic half air elemental and his varied adventures in a fantasy world *kindly slaps Ventis* This bad boy can fit so much trauma in him.
🛡️Drusus & Keme (by @whumperofworlds): Don´t know why it took me so long to add the whumpable husbands to the list. There´s whump! And fluffy married love! And used as bait!
🪦Curse of Withering (by @sir-fenris): A magical boy with the power to kill everything he touches is imprisoned and used as a living military weapon.
🎀Pretty whumpee (by @string-of-broken-hearts): Pretty whumpe and carewhumper. I really need to know the context, I'm so intrigued.
👿Karma's B*tch (by @whumpthusiast): A pathetic guy kidnaps the wrong woman and now it backfired.
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elliehallers · 5 months ago
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Me with my favorite OCs:
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whumble-beeee · 7 months ago
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You Look So Much Prettier This Way
Poor Stan. What will you do to get out of this predicament, I wonder?
What will you do when fighting back isn't even an option?
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Stan sat stunned. He couldn't speak. He couldn't scream for help, he couldn't complain, he couldn't quip, he couldn't stand, he couldn't struggle, hell, he could barely even move.
He wanted to cry.
His face hurt from where they punched him. His neck hurt from where they grabbed him. His entire body hurt from where they'd manhandled him to the ground and pinned him down and tied him up, choking him, punching him if he dared flinch, or god forbid he struggled against their grasp.
And after all that excessive tying, the rope that scratched against his tender skin and pressed in on his ribcage in a suffocating embrace.
They'd gotten out the duct tape. His heart stuttered, eyes wide. He started to scream, he kicked out at them.
Big mistake. As soon as they finished they mortifying ordeal of wrapping his mouth in layer after layer of duct tape, they slammed him down onto his back and hoisted his legs into the air, bent them into the most odd position, and by the time Stan realized that had still more rope, they were already wrapping it around his ankles and his thighs.
Over and over.
He tried to scream. They kicked him. He screamed some more into the duct tape gag. More blows. Tears. It didn't stop. He couldn't even curl in on himself to protect his soft underbelly.
Then they plopped him on the floor.
Surrounded him.
Appraised him, hungry eyes searching over his body.
Stan couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
The one he thought to be the leader stepped foreward.
Knelt in front of him, cupped Stan's cheek in their hand.
Stan could barely even find the strength to jerk away, and when he did, they just grabbed his collar and yanked him back, made him stare right into their ruthless shark-like eyes. And there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop them.
"You look so much prettier this way," they lulled. "I wonder if your friends will agree when they come to find you."
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Whumptober 2024 | Day 7 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist
Stan is an OC that belongs to The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping!
Whumptober Taglist: @whumperofworlds | @whumptober-archive | @regular-whump-sfx
(If you wanna be added or subtracted from the taglist, don't be afraid to ask!)
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ohbandera · 7 months ago
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day 9: Injury
When u get shot by an arrow and then strike a pose
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silver-bunnyspell · 2 months ago
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Inquisitor Isidore Toller from my fanfiction What You Deserve!! :)
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inhurtandincomfort · 6 months ago
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A Night to Regret
CW: Kidnapping, abusive relationship
Part 2 / masterlist
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“Hey babe,” Kieran answered his phone with a grin, “Yeah, I’m on my way back now. Guess what? I’ve got a job!” 
“Really? That’s amazing!” He pulled it back from his ear as Abigail squealed, “What is it?” 
“It’s a short film, an original horror I think. I don’t know all the details, Kate said she’d email them to me first thing Monday. It’s a student film, but they’ve done quite a few popular ones.” 
“You know what this means? Celebration! We should invite Mike and Lisa, I’ll see if Cameron’s free too, and Jaysen, though I think he’s busy…”
Kieran laughed softly, “Is that really necessary? I was thinking we could just have a quiet night in, just the two of us.”  
“We do that all the time! Come on, we haven’t had a get together in ages. It’ll be fun. We’ll order pizza, and if you pick up some drinks on your way home… ooh, make sure you get some of that beer I like.”  “Since when did this become about you?” 
“I’ll pay for everything!” 
He smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “I got it, don’t worry. You order some pizzas, I’ll be home soon. I love you.” 
“Love you!”
Kieran slid his phone into his pocket, making a u-turn to head towards their favoured liquor store. He shivered, hugging himself as he walked down the quiet street. Strange, to be so quiet on a Saturday evening; it was freezing, he reasoned. It wasn’t that late, but the sun set early this time of year and a starless sky made the frigid air seem bleak. Still, deserted streets always held an eerie feeling. Though they weren’t completely empty, he only saw an occasional passerby in thick coats, scarves weaved around their faces. Man, he should have brought a scarf; his lips were probably turning blue. 
A small, childish part of him wished he had stayed talking with Abigail. Past every alley, every covered stranger, a chill crept up his spine that had nothing to do with the weather. He considered calling her back. She was probably calling their friends though. You’re worrying over nothing, he scolded himself. He was a grown-ass man, he could handle walking down a street himself, the same route he’d taken many times before. Alone. In the dark. 
Abigail kept telling him he should ask his doctor about anxiety meds. Maybe she was right. 
He was relieved when he made it to the store, offering him a brief respite. There was only one other customer who seemed to be studying two bottles intently. Kieran made his purchase, making easy small talk with the grizzled cashier trying to ignore his stomach twisting in knots.
He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to get warm, an awkward motion carrying bags of glass bottles. He hummed to himself as he walked, a cheesy romance he hoped would stave off anxious thoughts. He glanced behind. A couple of men were trailing at a steady pace, scarves concealing their faces. He turned back to face forward, his pace quickening just slightly. People are allowed to walk behind you, Kieran. He told himself firmly. Learning to face your fears is an important part of recovery. Don’t let anxiety control you. 
…But he’d also been taught to follow his instincts. What was he supposed to do when every gut feeling told him to run? 
He considered stopping to let them pass. Would that just make him seem suspicious? It would probably be weird. Home wasn’t far, he’d be there soon. A black car with tinted windows was parked up ahead. Had it ever been there before? He shook his head. Paranoid. He’s just paranoid. Lukas had always said so. It was hardly an unusual car, it’s no surprise he’d never noticed it. And people were allowed to visit.
Still, as he got closer his shoulders hunched, blood rushing in his ears. His stomach cramped, tightening painfully as every signal in his body rang wrong, wrong, wrong. Something was wrong. He halted in his tracks, willing himself to move, his body frozen as his mind raced, every alarm bell screaming go back, go back, danger danger dangerdanger-
A heavy weight slung around his shoulders drawing him in. He opened his mouth to yell, a gloved hand silencing him. Something hard pressed into his back, small and rounded and fuck, this wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening-
“Don’t make a sound,” A gruff voice whispered, a voice that didn’t sound natural. They were trying to disguise it. “Come with us quietly, and there won’t be any problems.” 
Kieran nodded numbly, his heart hammering against his chest. With a small nudge from whoever stood behind, with a gun did they have a gun please say that’s not a gun he was bundled into the black car where someone was already waiting to drive away. Two men sat either side of him, blocking every exit.
“Head down,” One commanded, shoving his head to his knees before he even had a chance to do so himself. His shopping bag was placed by their feet. They’d probably take the drinks for themselves. They took his phone too, along with his wallet leaving him with no form of identification. 
“Who are you?” Kieran dared to ask, his voice trembling. “Where are we going?”
“Shut up.” 
They were going to kill him. Oh god, he was going to be murdered, his body thrown in a woods somewhere or a lake or burned and oh god. Would they ever find him? Would his mother get to bury him? What about Abi, would she blame herself? How long would it take her to grow concerned? Was she already pacing around anxiously, wringing her hands, waiting for him to come home?
When they were out of city limits, they pushed him to the floor, wrapping cloth around his eyes, binding his wrists and ankles with duct tape which they also placed over his mouth. They must have driven for miles. He was transferred to another vehicle at some point, open conversations taking place in a language he couldn’t understand. Occasionally they’d rip the tape off to pour water down his throat. He fell asleep at one point, he thought. It was all a haze, fuzzy memories leaving him unable to distinguish what’s real and what is fake. 
Next thing he knew he was being roughly dragged outside, mud staining his clothes as  he was thrown to the floor. 
“Good to see you again, Angel.” 
Kieran stilled, every hair on his neck stood on end, his heart leapt to his throat. He thought it might just stop. 
“What? Cat got your tongue?” Lukas jeered, his honeyed voice washed over Kieran like acid. The blindfold was yanked off his face, letting him look up to a man he wished he’d forgotten. 
Calloused fingers cupped his cheek tenderly, bronze eyes filled with such gentle warmth met his own. He used to melt under that same gaze, putty in his hands. He would have done anything to please him, debased himself in so many ways just to see those soft eyes look at him once more. 
Now they just filled him with fear. 
“It’s been so long, hasn’t it Angel? Were you afraid you wouldn't see me again? I was beside myself. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing your face, haunting me like an enthralling ghost. I didn’t know what to do, I was so lost without you.” Lukas grabbed Kierans face in both hands, leaning in so close their noses almost touched, staring deep into his eyes in a way that made his skin crawl. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be some horrible nightmare, he was gone, he got out, he fled across half the country just to be safe and it wasn’t enough. He wanted to scream, wanted to yell, wanted to kick and scratch and do anything that would get him out of here, anything to never be trapped with this monster again. 
But his limbs were bound, his mouth stuffed full of cloth. Even if they weren’t, he wasn’t sure he was capable of it. He’d never fought back then. He hadn’t changed at all, not really. He was still the same meek figure he’d been back then. 
“You should never have left me Angel,” Lukas breathed, his breath hot on his face. “You’ll never leave me again.”
If you enjoyed please consider reblogging, it really helps the reach and lets others enjoy it too!
Being kidnapped by your abusive ex is bad enough - even worse is Lukas needs to make money. How will he do that? Hurting his Angel on camera, of course <3
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dying-crying-pining · 6 months ago
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whump tropes that make it into every single thing i write because i’m unoriginal:
• trauma reveal by bedridden/weakened/recovering character
• blood-loss related collapse
• somebody gets shot/stabbed/impaled in the chest/gut region
• face holding/checking for injuries
• gentle and/or frantic manhandling (bonus points if hurt character is extra floppy lol)
• fading in and out
• A (who’s usually bleeding out) asks B if they’re ok, cue B trying not to burst into tears or getting pissed off
• A returns to work/regular activities/battle too soon after injury and needs to be scraped off the floor and tucked back into bed by B
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kabie-whump · 3 months ago
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‪‪♡‬ Febuwhump 2025 Day 6: Forced to Stay Awake ‪‪♡‬
Or: Mage whumpee forced to stay awake to keep up a magic barrier so all of their friends don't die a horrible death.
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“Stay with me, Whumpee. You have to keep going.”
Whumpee’s whole body trembles, their hands outstretched over a glowing circle of runes, fingers twitching as golden light pulses from their palms. Their vision swims, their limbs feel like stone, and their thoughts are slow, sluggish things. How many hours has it even been?
Too many. 
“I-I can’t,” they choke out, their words slow and slurred. The magic is icy cold inside their chest, sapping every ounce of energy they can muster. Their head lolls forward, and it’s only thanks to a strong pair of hands that they manage to stay in their kneeling position instead of slumping to the floor.
“You have to,” Caretaker says, their voice firm. “No pressure, Whumpee, but we all die if you let go of this barrier.”
Whumpee forces their eyes open. A shimmering golden dome surrounds their little group, and on the other side they can see shadowy figures clawing at its surface, dark tendrils slamming against it with enough force to shake the ground beneath them.
Caretaker’s right. If they fall asleep, everyone dies.
But they’re so, so tired.
A shudder wracks their body. They’re running on sheer force of will now. Everything else was burned out hours ago. It’s not enough. It was never going to be enough. They’re just one mage, and not even a particularly powerful one, and they don’t even know for sure that help is on the way.
Whumpee sobs, shaking their head. They don’t want to be the reason no one makes it home. But they just can’t keep this up.
Caretaker puts a firm hand on their shoulder. “Whumpee. Breathe.”
They suck in a gasping breath.
“Good. Again. Just focus on breathing.”
Another breath. Their head swims. They can’t even see straight anymore. The runes flicker.
“Come on! Stay awake!”
Whumpee barely hears them. Their thoughts have dissolved into static. 
Sleep. Just a few minutes of rest-
A sharp pain jolts them back. Caretaker had pinched the delicate skin of their wrist hard, leaving a little purple mark. 
“Focus!” Caretaker’s voice wavers - maybe fear, maybe guilt. “Just a little longer!”
“I… I can’t! Stop it!”
“You can sleep as much as you want when this is over, I promise. But for now you’re staying awake, even if I have to force you.”
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@febuwhump
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sacredwrath · 3 months ago
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P14. Be Very Afraid
I feel like this one deserves an extra warning. Not sure I can "diagnose" exactly what's going on here, but for those with mental health issues related to the content warning list, just be extra cautious <3
Masochistic meltdown, !!!extreme self-harm!!! suicidal thoughts, masochism, self hatred, gore, sadistic fantasies/ feelings, referenced torture, touch aversion, PTSD, disorientation, dissociation, sensory issues, nausea, unhinged raving
!!!disturbing imagery/ hallucinations: needles, hands, screaming!!!
Adrian paces.
He tries to count his steps, but keeps losing track as he fumes.
He can still feel her phantom touch on him, fingers light against his neck. On his skin. Exposed. Her fingers grazing the back of his neck. On his neck. exposed- He slaps the spot, hard. Not enough
Rage
He needs to hurt someone. Needs to make them bleed.
She cowers on the floor, clear in his minds eye- no! She cowers from him- no- Not her, not enough. He barely touched her. Not enough. He will hurt her. Make her beg. Beg like he did, like Jesse did- pathetic cringing creature
He sees Jesse's broken body, wet eyes begging, feels their trembling body against his own, feels them holding him. his guts clench. Revolting disgusting pathetic- he banishes the vision
He's hot, dizzy and sick, a loud ringing in his ears, pulsing in time with his racing heart. Each beat sends waves of heat scorching through him.
Someone's screaming again. Screaming in his head. He hates it. Hates their noise, their weakness
“Shut up!!” he roars, clamping his hands over his ears. Fucking disgusting creature
Jesse's screaming. He hears their muffled sobs through his their cell door
Should he open it let them in?
He watches them cower from him. Good
He hears their begging. Desperate pleas for mercy. Little jerks and twitches of pain as he holds them underwater. Yes
He holds them underwater. Yes!
He's burning. Sweat like battery acid on his skin, but no pain. Why doesn't it hurt? It should hurt. He needs it to hurt to feel it
Needs it needs it needs it-needs - Shut up! He smacks himself across the face.
Pull yourself together.
But he burns. Burns with a sickening lack of sensation, a numbness that picks at him like millions of tiny needles. Taunting him. Tickling his skin. Digging gentle points into him never far enough to actually hurt
She touched him and it didn't hurt
It hurts
He shrieks in frustration.
Rage
Humiliation
Whirling, he grabs the cot and smashes it into the wall. Wooden legs shattering against the brick sending shards flying around him. He can't stop the screaming! Not enough!
Fingers in his hair, pulling, twisting, wrenching harder. Tearing. More more MORE! Wetness on his scalp, on his fingers. His hands! Not enough!!!
Every hair on his head, his body, he can feel them. Droplets of acidic sweat. Tiny needless tracing over him taunting, tingling crawling. He slaps his skin, trying to swat them away, but they congregate on his neck, his back, the places she touched him. He feels them under his skin burrowing- He needs them out out
OUT!
He drags his nails across his neck, no pain. Fucking numb itching, making him sick. He needs more! Anything!
Viscious scratching at his neck, OFF OFF OFF he needs her fingers OFF of him! He needs more than that he needs to feel her fingers breaking.
The grind and pop of a joint giving up, the loose ripping of muscle and tendon as parts never meant to hold a finger together stretch past their limits. Further! The sharp crack of bone breaking- screaming- The limp wiggle of a body part broken in half, held together by nothing but frail skin. Her screaming. Yes her screams-
Screaming
He scratches harder, feeling the first layers of skin come away, bunching up under his nails. HARDER 
He tears at his neck, his arms, his chest. He digs deeper, trying to claw his way out of himself.
Weak cowardly thing- its what it deserves. What he deserves. needs it needs it so badly it hurts
NEED
Blood on his fingers. Yes
Who is fucking screaming? There's always someone fucking screaming. THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE FUCKING SCREAMING!! Jesse again? Someone screaming! in his head? Why can't he tell?
Is he screaming?
He can't fucking take it anymore
His legs, he remembers his legs, the burns, he reaches down for them, but there's something in the way, fabric.
He rips his pants off, hurling them away, collapsing hard to the floor. He huddles there, against the wall, shaking, always fucking shaking!!! Revolting, pathetic, disgusting.
Should've killed yourself years ago. Coward
Nausea churns his stomach
He can't handle it. Never could, never will
He needs someone bleeding. Blood on his hands. Knife in his hand. Screaming to drown out the screams in his head.
He needs someone to hurt. anyone, anything
He brushes finger tips against the burns on his legs, groaning. Sensation, no pain, his stomach turns. Not enough! Never enough! WHY CANT HE FUCKING FEEL IT?!
He digs in, pain, but it's nothing. NOTHING!
He digs his nails deep, gasping as he finally feels, still nowhere fucking near enough!
He drags his nails slowly down his legs, gasping. Lose blistered skin giving way like wet paper. For a second blinding white pain overwhelms him. Finally
He rips a set of stitches open in one brutal motion, falling back against the wall, panting in relief as the agony washes through him. More
He scrabbles on the floor for one of the wood splinters. Desperate, revolting animal-
He jabs it into his leg and the world contracts, narrowing to the pain
Silence
His eyes roll back and he moans, extacy, torture
He digs the spike further, feeling the tip scrape against bone
A string of siliva slips over his numb lower lip
Agony throbs in time with his beating heart
His eyes flicker, his body suddenly very heavy. Almost impossible to keep upright
Fingers search the floor for another spike
He's losing consciousness now. He can feel his brain shutting down. But he needs another, just one more. He feels around for a spot then digs the spike into burned meat. His body convulses, trying to escape the torment, but he forces it still, digging deeper, reveling in its pathetic struggle
The agony is so hot he feels himself unraveling in it. Finally. He whimpers, thoughts fragmenting unable to hold him
Deeper
His consciousness pours out of him like the blood spilling from his punctured body and he collapses like a stone
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melpomenelamusa · 8 months ago
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Chimeras - Masterlist
Hi! I decided to make a little masterlist of the original story I'm writing, to make it easier for those interested in reading it.
SUMMARY: Chimera children are humans who, for reasons still unknown, develop animal characteristics during adolescence. Considered by most to be an anomaly, they are often hunted, killed, kidnapped or simply discriminated against by society. These are the stories of some of these chimera children and how they try to survive... Genre: slice of life, drama, fantasy Major prompts: Whump, found family, kidnapping, pet whump, blood and injuries, mention of death, hurt/comfort #chimeras universe -> Find all the post related to Chimeras here.
CHARACTERS' PICREWS
CHAPTERS:
First meeting Pt. 1 🦌
First meeting Pt. 2 🦌
The Stay🦌
Bad Memories 🦌
Poison 🦌
The Hunter Pt. 1 🦌
The Hunter Pt. 2 🦌
The Hunter Pt. 3 🦌
Speak, I'll listen to you 🦌
Something magical 🦌
Always pretty 🐍
Dollplay 🐍
The show must go on 🐍
Something fishy 🐯
A matter of pride Pt. 1 🐍
A matter of pride Pt. 2 🐍
Pity Party Pt. 1 🐍
Pity Party Pt. 2 🐯
A promise 🐍
A gift 🦌
Bad Habits Pt. 1 🦌
Bad Habits Pt. 2 🦌
Changes 🦌
The escape plan 🐍
Allies 🦌
Failed escape 🐯
Decisions 🐍
Cat vs. Dog 🐯
Playdate Pt. 1 🐯
Playdate Pt. 2 🐯
Playdate Pt. 3 🐯
Danger in the forest Pt. 1 🦌
Danger in the forest Pt. 2 🐍
Danger in the forest Pt. 3 🐍
The rescue 🦌🐍
Last chance 🐯
One way or another 🐍
The true last chance 🐍🦌
Infiltrators Pt. 1 🦌
Infiltrators Pt. 2 🦌
Coming soon...
EXTRA CHAPTERS:
Holiday surprise: Christmas special 🐍🐇
Warrick´s Birthday 2025
Febuwhump DAY 10: Magic Exhaustion 🦌
Febuwhump DAY 21: Put on display 🐍
Elafi's Birthday 2025
SPECIAL CHAPTERS & AUs:
Deer Hunt: 2nd POV whumper 🦌
WOW Birthday whump DAY 1: Unabled to warn would-be rescuers/Trying to scream through the gag 🦌
WOW Birthday whump DAY 3: Using themselves as bait 🦌
WOW Birthday whump DAY 4: Come and save them 🐍
WOW Birthday whump DAY 5: Lured into a trap + Day 10: "Get out of here, it's a trap!" 🐯
WOW Birthday whump DAY 6: Forced to give oneself up to save the other 🐯
WOW Birthday whump DAY 11: Used as bait/Parting words regret 🦌
WOW Birthday whump DAY 14: Caretaker use as bait 🦌
ADITIONAL CONTENT:
Chimera Children's historical context.
More Chimera Children worlbuilding
Tag game OC Songs
Warrick OC in 15
Elafi Character Profile
Seasons-beating Gift 2024 (a Chimeras fanfic)
What my OCs do for Valentine´s Day
Chimeras' OCs Height Comparison
#chimeras ocs answers -> More funny facts about my ocs
CHIMERAS' ART:
Warrick fanart
Halloween ft. Warrick & Elafi
Christmas Eve ft. Elafi & Fidi
Elafi fanart
Elafi & Fidi fanart
Fidi doodles
Elafi, Fidi & Tigri fanart
Elafi, Fidi & Tigri: Kids vs. Adults
Another Elafi, Fidi & Tigri fanart
Thanks for reading! ⭐
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emcscared-whumps · 4 months ago
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WHUMPMONTH - 28: "Trophy"
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Animal trap | Strung up by the hands | Hunted for sport
Pete got caught out by some particularly nasty humans, now they're playing games with him; and he's not the one having fun.
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(Whumplovers WhumpMonth is a month-long event of daily whump prompts hosted on the Discord server Whumplovers Collaborate. Works are submitted to a collection on Ao3)
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whumpurr · 1 year ago
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i'll take "bruises and blood" for 500, please
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whumpinthepot · 2 months ago
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Febuwhump 2025 Masterlist
@febuwhump There may be triggering content in these links, proceed with caution. Some may include blood, death, pet whump, gore, horror, ect.
Link to other Febuwhump Masterlists.
Prompt - Drawing - Writing - Other
DAY 1: vocal chords
DAY 2: holding back tears
DAY 3: pinned down
DAY 4: hivemind
DAY 5: not trusting reality
DAY 6: forced to stay awake
DAY 7: alternate timeline self
DAY 8: bleeding out
DAY 9: necromancy
DAY 10: magic exhaustion
DAY 11: demonic possession
DAY 12: used as practice
DAY 13: Alt 6. emergency surgery
DAY 14: becoming the monster
DAY 15: icarus
DAY 16: eaten alive
DAY 17: power instability
DAY 18: living weapon
DAY 19: death wish
DAY 20: Alt 3. pick who dies
DAY 21: put on display
DAY 22: “grab the little one”
DAY 23: gunshot wound
DAY 24: forced to beg
DAY 25: bound and gagged
DAY 26: concealing an injury
DAY 27: Alt 10. Feeding Tube
DAY 28: recovery
Bonus: Alt 4: body swap
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