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Hiii can I get a list please if you're still doing them?

Hiya, sorry for the wait, here you go <<3

(as always, the list of songs and artists is in the picture description)

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Watermelon's Whump Game #1

Song: everything i wanted; by Billie Eilish

Prompts: Drowning - Accident - Cliff's edge

TW: Drowning, Car 'accident', Suicide, referenced past sa (vaguely), mcd

Word count: 488

A/N: only a few days late TwT lol. this one's kinda heavy but I hope you enjoy!

prompt by: @watermelons-whump-game, thanks!

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It wasn’t really an accident, was it?

But it looked like one. They’d all think it was just a tragic mistake. One slip of the wheel in her hands. One too many late nights studying. One phone call to steal her attention for a few too many seconds.

And that's what she wanted. She never wanted anyone to realize her true suffering. They'd blame themselves. She didn't want that. She only had herself to blame. She was the who couldn't seem to find the appeal to therapy, she was the one who pretended to be okay, she was the who made the decision that late night on her way home from the library, and ultimately, all that mattered was that she was the one who carried it out.

The perfect crime.

As she felt her lungs burn, her body tense against the cold ocean water, she thought about the funeral. Who would attend? Would anyone? Would there be a body? Who would speak? What would be remembered only in her absence that would have otherwise stay forgotten?

Her aching body finally came to rest softly at the ocean floor.

She never meant to drown herself. She thought the impact of the car against the guardrail would at least throw her into unconsciousness… she had done this to end her suffering, not cause more. At least it would end soon. She knew it was pointless to try to make it to the surface at this rate, anyway.

So she waited. And she thought.

She didn't regret her decision. Just the method.

Staring up, she admired the way the moon beams wavered with the movement of the sea. She saw her own air leaving her body in bubbles, more desperate to surface than herself. She reached her arm toward the sky, as if trying to grasp the calm waves, and watched her hand move, curiously.

She thought of the scene above her, on that ledge. The totaled car crushed against a deformed guardrail, the shattered windshield from which she had been flung, the untouched seatbelt. Would the latter be enough to give her away? Would it be noticed? Would they brush it off as carelessness?

She gasped on water, as if her body desperately wanted to survive what her soul had brought upon herself. She no longer was connected to her body. She had felt this before but in a much different context. She hated her lack of control over her own reflexes and limbs.

This wasn't his fault either. She had forgiven him a long time ago. Though she still couldn't find it in her to grant herself and her body the same mercy.

As she gagged and choked on the salty sea water, as her hand went limp and sank back down to the sea floor, and as the light of the moon faded through her eyelids, she only had one regret;

That she hadn't done this sooner.

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Saint Bernard

Prompt from the lovely @watermelons-whump-game

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, broken bones, loss of faith, lamentation, unseen caretaker

Whumpee hunched over against the wall Whumper had chained them to. Their hands hung limply in the cuffs that were bolted to the wall. They had no energy to react. No energy to do anything but sit there. Their body ached. They were certain Whumper had broken their nose and a few ribs. Their face was bruised and swollen.

And they were completely alone.

"Why have you forsaken me?" Whumpee whispered to the empty room. They had prayed and prayed that someone would save them. But no one came.

"I have been a faithful servant. I have done everything you have asked. And yet you have abandoned me? Why? What did I do? How could you do this to me?" They couldn't fight back the tears that had been filling their eyes.

Whumper had sneered at Whumpe's prayers. Had scoffed at the mark of their faith. Had laughed when Whumpee begged for God to hear them.

"They can't hear you here. There is no God here, Whumpee. Only me. And the evil of the world."

Whumpee had tried to rebuke Whumper. Had tried to stay strong in their faith. Had tried to believe that God would protect them. That they would be worthy of rescue.

But no one came.

"Howl all you want, Whumpee, but no one is coming for you. You're mine until I decide to get rid of you. Like all the others."

And so Whumpee sat alone in the dark, crying to an unseen God. Begging for freedom. "Why have you left me? What did I do?" Whumpee sniffed. "I had always believed that you would protect the righteous. That you would help the meek. That you would save those that needed saving. But I see now that you don't care. And that all of this was a waste.

"I'm going to die here," Whumpee sobbed, "because I believed. I believed and you failed me. Like you have failed everyone."

Whumpee sobbed and sobbed until exhaustion sucked them under. Caretaker watched from the doorway. There was nothing they could do. They had been given strict orders not to interfere unless Whumpee was at risk of imminently dying.

They hated this part of being a guardian. They wished that angels could interfere more with humanity. They wished Whumpee didn't have to suffer.

But they couldn't defy their orders. And so they watched as Whumpee struggled to believe. Watched as Whumper beat Whumpee mercilessly. And they watched as Whumpee slipped into unconsciousness.

Maybe they could interfere soon.

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I feel like the whump community will like this

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I want a list if you dint mind

@softvampirewhump

No red songs, pls, this is my gore free blog 🙏

Hi! Sorry for the delay, I didn't have my laptop with me this weekend

Here you go, lmk if any of these ended up too heavy for this blog, I'll make you a new one if you want

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Anyone has any song lyrics that gives Whump feels?

Share it!

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Very exciting event :)

thank youuuu!

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Can we participate multiple times?

as many times as you want, until I run out of songs :))

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I want a song and tropes pls! :)

Also, a red labeled song, preferably! (This blog is for gore and all dat stuff.)

@vampirewhump

Here's a red one, from one of my favourite artists, make it GORY 😈 and have fun of course <<3

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Is it OK if we participate with different whump blogs. I have a nsfw and a sfw one...

that's perfectly fine!

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You Belong To Me

Prompt from the lovely @watermelons-whump-game

Warnings: pet whump, captivity, collar, non con touch, creepy/intimate whumper, manipulation, captivity, referenced physical violence

"Aren't you just lovely, my pet?" The Master said as they stroked the Pet's hair. "You belong to me. And only me. Forever."

The Pet knew better than to respond. They knew better than to do anything other than let the Master pet them. It had taken them the better part of a month to realize what had happened to them. How they had been lied to, tricked, and manipulated into this. How they had been betrayed by those closest to them and kidnapped and brought here.

It had taken the Pet another month to learn exactly what the Master wanted from them. From the moment the Master fastened the collar around their neck, the Pet realized life as they knew it had ceased to exist. Each beating because they failed to follow a command the Pet realized that their life was over. That everything they had hoped and dreamed of was over.

"You are just so perfect," the Master whispered in the Pet's ear.

The Pet held themself very still. The Master wanted the Pet to be very still while they touched the Pet. They had to hold themself very still.

"I am so glad I have you," the Master breathed as they caressed the Pet's chest and kissed down their neck. "You are my favorite by far."

The Pet fought against the tears that filled their eyes. They couldn't let the Master see. The Master didn't like it when the Pet cried. They only wanted the Pet to lay there and let the Master do whatever they wanted.

And so the Pet did. They did knowing that they had no choice. They did knowing that if they didn't there would be hell to pay. They did it knowing that this was all that they had in life. They did knowing this was it.

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Voodoo Doll

This prompt is from the lovely @watermelons-whump-game I chose to do a Get What You Get and got 'Voodoo Doll' by 5 Seconds of Summer with the prompts: mind control, dark magic, and puppet

Warnings: yandere, magic, yandere whumper, non con implied, mind control, creepy/intimate whumper

Whumpee couldn't understand why they kept doing what they were doing. They hated Whumper. They had always hated Whumper.

And yet they found themself unable to leave Whumper's house. Unable to leave Whumper's bed. Unless Whumper dismissed them.

"You're my little love puppet, darling," Whumper purred as they licked along Whumpee's jaw.

"Fuck off. I hate you." It was all Whumpee could say. Any time they tried to fight Whumper off, they found they couldn't.

"I think you meant to say how much you love me," Whumper said as their eyes glowed green.

"I love you so much." The words tumbled reluctantly from Whumpee's mouth. Why did they keep saying that?

***

Whumper had stopped letting them leave after a few weeks. Whumpee could always feel Whumper's breath on their neck, Whumper's caresses on their skin when they left. And Whumper seemed to not want to let Whumpee go.

Whumpee was so weak. Their body was growing frail. "I'm," Whumpee coughed weakly, "sick. Please. I need food. I need more than just fluids. I need friends. I need help. Please."

"Nonsense. Nothing my love can't cure, right darling?" Whumper's eyes glowed again.

"Yes, your love," Whumpee said though they knew Whumper's love was killing them.

"Besides, you are so lovely when you are so pliant in my arms, darling." Whumper cooed as they kissed along Whumpee's collar bone. "Look how lovely you are," Whumper said as they shifted Whumpee's body and Whumpee rolled limply in their arms. "This is my absolutely favorite way to have you."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut tight against the tears. They couldn't see this. They didn't want to be in their body for this. Their only hope is that they would slip into unconsciousness soon. That their mind would leave their body as Whumper touched them. Kissed them. Caressed them. Whumpee could only hope that the spell would soon fade.

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Fun new whump game

I got my prompt list from @watermelons-whump-game

I've got them all plotted out and am going to try and release them one by one! Hopefully I stay on a roll!

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Hey, was wondering if I could get a prompt list for “the challenge” lol

Hi! Of course, I'm so happy to send these out, here you go:

as always, artists and song titles are in the image description <3

Have fun!

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Songs to Whump To: Nothing Else Matters by Metallica

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panic at the disco didn’t need to go so hard

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Until Eternity

Unfinished business | immortality | revenge

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CW: mentioned murder, stabbing, serial killer, haunting

…

… in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. 

Eliza hovered in space watching her new husband back away from her already cooling body.  She was angry, certainly, but not surprised.  

She’d been on his trail for a long time before they got married.  Six different identities, five dead girls, and a deep, suppressed rage led to his eager agreement to meet her.  She dyed her hair blonde and collected evidence while hiding her disgust behind a fake smile.

The wedding was imperative.  Theat was when he struck.  Of course, she would have preferred to stay alive, but being dead did provide certain advantages to her plan.  Namely, he couldn’t kill her again.

Eliza had approximately one month to get a handle on being dead.  How to research and network with other ghosts.  How to manipulate solid objects.  How to manipulate the living.

She’d always loved solving puzzles.  Being dead didn’t change that (though it did change what sort of puzzles she sought out).  Her still breathing husband was a puzzle she had all the time in the world to solve.  How hard could it be?

…

Hard.

Being a ghost was hard.  Which hindered Eliza’s new plans immensely.  She needed to master her corporeal body in the next week in order to stay on schedule.

Meanwhile, as she was failing at being a ghost, she kept an eye on the living investigation.  So far, they seemed to be failing as well.  Wasn’t that great.  If Eliza still had breath, she would have sighed.

…

He found his next target.

Eliza screamed in frustration.

The lights in the café flickered.

Eliza stopped, and the lights returned to normal.  The patrons noticed nothing.

…

Eliza moved into his place.  Again.

Plan A had failed when she was alive.  Plan B would take too long.  So.  Plan C.

The new girl hadn’t moved in yet, which was good.  Eliza wanted to be rid of her husband before he could harm anyone else.  

Eliza waited patiently for him to get ready for bed and to settle down for the night.  Then she waited a bit more until he was on the brink of sleep.  She chuckled to herself and yelled in her loudest spirit voice, “Bob!”

He flinched awake but didn’t move.

Eliza waited for him to settle again.  “Bob!”

This went on a few more times before he sat up.  He blinked and said, “Mom?”

Eliza threw her hands up, and the bedside lamp flicked on. Really, it was amazing he hadn’t been caught yet.  “Bob.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Oh, Bob,” Eliza said, patient as one can be when dealing with their serial killer ex-husband.  “I am not your mom.  I am your wife.”

“Ahhhh …?”

“Eliza.  The one you just killed a month ago.”

He sputtered.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you?”  Eliza hovered cross-legged at the foot of his bed.  He was an idiot, but this could be fun.  “You don’t remember the knife you had?  A birthday present from your previous wife.  Marcia, wasn’t it?”

“Uh … no?”

“It was really pretty, had all these curly cues etched into the blade.  Really caught the light as you stabbed me with it.”

“Uh … who are you again?”

“I’m your wife, Bob,” Eliza said, getting frustrated again.  “Or should I call you Leonard?  Keith? Montressor?  That was a creative one.  Han –“

“What do you want?”  He looked around the room trying to find her.

Eliza allowed herself to be visible for a moment then faded back.  “I’d really love to not be dead.”  She popped up close to his face and smiled when he squealed.  “But seeing as that’s not an option, I want you to stop killing people.”

He stood up and backed up towards the door.  “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll get my revenge.”

He squeaked and locked himself in the bathroom.

“Bob.  I’m dead.  Your puny locks can’t stop me.”

He didn’t respond.  That was fine.  Eliza could wait, and he wouldn’t hurt anyone if he was locked in there.

When he emerged, Eliza had the grandest time following him around the apartment while being the most annoying version of herself.  It was almost worth being dead for.

His girlfriend called.  He ignored it.

She called again and a third time.  He threw the phone at the wall.

On the third day of Eliza’s stay, the girlfriend came over unannounced.  Eliza had a lovely time the girlfriend’s arguments.  “Yes, Bob.  It’s rude to ignore your girlfriend when she calls you.  Yes, it is awfully inconsiderate to string her along when you’re already married many times.  Yes, Bob, you should tell her if you’re seeing other people.  Of course, Bob.  It’s not all about you. No, Bob, you wouldn’t want this one to follow you around for all eternity.  She seems like the type to stay around.  Though it could be fun for me”

Finally, Bob broke.  “Alright,” he screamed.  “I’ll stop killing!”

The girlfriend blanched. “What?”

Eliza grinned triumphantly. “Yes, Bob.  Tell her what.”

The girlfriend was already halfway out the door when he cried out, “I killed my last wife, okay?  And my last four –“

“It was five,” Eliza corrected.

“– my last five wives.”

“And tell her about me,” Eliza said excitedly.

The girlfriend was gone before he mumbled about being haunted.  It wasn’t long before sirens came screaming down the street.

…

Eliza was quite pleased. 

Mission complete, she could go wherever she wanted, so she went everywhere.  Between her travels, she made sure to visit Bob, reminding him that he could never be rid of her, wasn’t that great.  Together forever and ever.

He’d yell or silently scowl.  

She’d whisper and flicker the lights before taking her leave, happier than ever.

And so it went.

For eternity, until death did them part.