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sexy genre of making characters needlessly suffer for your enjoyment and yet its called "whump" the unsexiest name in the world

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The whumper loved to brag about how they’d practically tamed the whumpee, someone who was infamous for how aggressive they were. The whumper had managed to turn them into someone far more cooperative and passive. All it took was a few months of torture and starvation to get them to fall in line.

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A beloved trope of mine:

Caretaker having to carry a very injured whumpee out of danger. Bonus points if whumpee is drifting in/out of consciousness. Extra credit if they're carried bridal style.

Idk I'm such a bitch for this one and I wanna see more of it.

It's a classic for a reason, it's wonderful!

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The whumpee was like a toy in a dollhouse, living in a delicate facade of torture and luxury under the whumper. Any sign of distress was seen as entitlement by guests, and scars were waved off as clumsiness. It’s like nothing the whumpee did helped, and they just wanted their freedom back.

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Your whump word(s) of the day

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do this."

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happy pride month!!

here's another pride flag, color picked from whump gifs i've made (first one i did here)

and the gifs to go with it

My Fault: London // Mortel 1x02 Wayne 1x09 // Slow Horses 3x03 Lost In Space 3x05 // The Raid: Redemption

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alright i've moved my whump generators to a new site!

Whump Trope Generator

(generates two random tropes)

Whump Prompt Generator

(generates a character type and how they're hurt by whom)

feel free to use these as inspiration, for challenges, anything

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Day 31 for @may-lancholy

Fandom: Mission: Impossible

Prompt: Escape... or not?

Warnings: Failed Escape

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They ran through the maze of tunnels, hand in hand. Ethan pulled Benji along. They had to get out of this place! They needed to get away before the whole building would collapse!

"There! Look!" Hope filled Benji's voice as he pointed ahead.

Light! There was a light at the end of the tunnel. They just had to reach it in time!

Ethan increased their speed once again. They ran faster and when they finally got out of the maze, into fresh air, they were filled with joy.

If only they had known that more villains were waiting out there.

A/N: Aaand... that's a wrap! Thank you all for reading these little drabbles ~

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Maylancholy day 31: Escape..or not?

Tag: @may-lancholy

This fic contains: being chased, ambiguous ending, cages (mentioned)

Whumpee ran as fast as they could, it was only a matter of time before Whumper found out they picked the lock on their cage.

The corridors were a maze and Whumpee had no time to spare. They knocked over everything in their path, sending side tables and vases cascading to the floor in the hopes it might slow down Whumper, if just a little bit.

The alarms sounded. They've been discovered. Whumpee ran faster than they thought possible, this would be their only shot at leaving this hell.

The front door came into view and Whumpee nearly cried from relief. They practically threw themselves against it, their hand on the handle.

"It won't matter you know. We're miles from any town and you won't last that long in your condition."

A voice came from behind them. Whumpee froze. Whumper always picked the worst times to show up.

"I'm going to give you a choice. You can walk back quietly, and I'll make sure your punishment is light." Whumper turned Whumpee around to face them. "Or, if you choose to continue this worthless escape plan, I will make sure you never make that mistake again."

Whumpee looked between Whumper and the door.

There was only one choice to be made.

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! You can make any male character significantly hotter by giving them excessive piercings.

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Thinking about workplace whump...

- Whumpee being absolutely terrified to enter Whumper's office. Being relieved that someone else is already there. But Whumper says something like, "Oh we just finished, come in." And asks his guest to "close the door on your way out, please :)"

- Or worse, they are alone, he invites Whumpee in, and with no pretenses, no air to put on, growls out a, "close the door".

- Whumpee obeys, heart pounding, trembling hand closing around the handle, slowly closing the door, cutting off their own escape or just any sense of someone being able to hear/see/help. And nearly crumbles at the following words: "Lock it."

- Most offices have lots of windows and glass doors, but Whumper knows about the blind spots... the meeting rooms with only a glass door, where no one can see in the back, the offices that do have ceiling high windows, but due to lack of space those are covered by tall cupboards or turned into stockrooms entirely. And no one can look in, see what happens... as long as Whumpee stays quiet :) Which they will. Won't they?

- Lovely when an enemy whumper has infiltrated the place/team and only him and Whumpee know, and the brunt of it to keep it hidden falls on... Whumpee of course :) Keep it a secret, along with their injuries. More lovely with Whumper in a place of authority.

- Bonus: *Very* nice when secret identities are involved. Both know each other's :) But the people around them, do not :) Can either lead to lots of banter, or to Whumpee painfully dancing around the issue trying to protect their identity. With Whumper making dabs at it of course. Innocently.

- Or just a surprise visit. They're not even colleagues per se, but Whumper is a guest at the company, or worse a client, and needs to be waited on (and Whumpee is already used to being on their best behaviour around him, but hmm, change of setting). Maybe he even asks for a tour of the (new) building. "Whumpee, could you show me around?"

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Maylancholy day 30: "This isn't real"

Tag: @may-lancholy

This fic contains: supernatural whumper, cigarettes

"It's just a dream." Whumpee reminded themselves. Right now they were safe in bed and Whumper was miles away, with no ability to hurt them.

Yet Whumper stood in front of them, dressed as they always were, a ruthless smile on their face and a lit cigarette in their palm.

"This isn't real. You can't hurt me." Whumpee pinched their eyes shut. Unable to look.

"Is that what you think?" A hand landed on their shoulder, it still felt too real, the weight of it too present. "I assure you," Whumper insisted "it's as real as it needs to be."

Whumpee opened their eyes to stare at Whumper, who was taking another drag of their cigarette.

"Is this real enough?" Whumper suddenly pressed the lit end into Whumpee's neck. Their grip tightened leaving Whumpee unable to pull away. It hurt, dear god it hurt.

Whumpee shot up in bed. A cold sweat on their back. Just a dream. It was just a dream. Yet Whumpee couldn't help reaching for their neck anyway.

Something was there, the skin was tender to the touch and Whumpee flinched as their fingers ran over it.

A cigarette burn.

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Maylancholy Day 29(Alt. 5): Shoved into a tight space

Tag: @may-lancholy

Thus fic contains: gun mention, hiding in cupboards,

Whumpee peeked through a crack in the wood as Whumper's boots came in to view.

"Come out, come out little Whumpee~" they sang in a soft sing-song voice.

Whumpee pulled as tight as they could, though that meant little in the already cramped cupboard.

"I know you're there."

Whumpee struggled to keep their breathing under control. Please, just go away!

Whumper sighed. Whumpee heard the shuffle of fabric, but from where they were they couldn't tell what Whumper was doing.

A gunshot echoed through the air.

Whumpee couldn't stop themselves from letting out a small gasp at the noise. That was all it took. Whumper ripped open the cupboard and grabbed Whumpee by the collar.

"Found you."

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May 27. Forced into silence Wybie from Coraline (film) May daily drawing challenge - "May Maylancholia - Angst and Suffering Challenge" of @may-lancholy

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Maylancholy day 28: Tied to the altar

Tag: @may-lancholy

This fic contains:submissive whumpee, cult abuse, religious guilt, multiple whumpers

Whumpee didn't mean to mess up. It had been an accident. They had been working so hard and they had just collapsed. They were so stupid, how cold they have let that happen?

At the moment they sat silently in the closet, the only light coming from the small gaps in the door. Whumpee let the light dance through their fingers, they still felt weak, like they would collapse again any moment.

Whumpee didn't know how long they were in there, whether it was a few hours or a few days, but eventually they heard the click of the lock and they were dragged out.

Whumpee behaved as well as they could. Eyes toward the ground, silent as a mouse, trying to keep pace as they were brought to the main hall.

Most everyone was there already, And Whumpee felt their judging gazes as they pulled themselves onto the alter. Laying face-down as ropes were tied around each limb, each pulled taut to ensure Whumpee wouldn't move.

A fleeting traitorous thought made them hope the punishment would be light this time. Whumpee threw the thought away immediately. They would take whatever punishment the congregation deemed fit, and they would not beg, they would not cry, they would not have any more bad thoughts.

The first strike was by flail, the first time it had been used on them since they spilt an elders food on the ground while bringing it to them. The leather had grown softer with age and use, though the ragged edges were their own kind of pain.

The second strike rippled across their thighs as the cane swung against them. It was a newer instrument, bought after the previous one broke in half during a particularly intense session. It was made of thick, sturdy mahagony, unlikely to break as easily as the first.

The third strike was by riding crop, swift and sure on the soles of their feet. Whumpee had used it themselves once, though they could never bring themselves to hit as hard as was necessary.

The final strike Whumpee recognized was the knife. It worked in quick, shallow cuts. Each sting only meant to intensify the pain of the other tools.

Specific weapons blurred after that, the cacophony of pain indistinct of its instruments. Despite themselves, another traitorous thought left Whumpee.

Someone, anyone, help me!

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Maylancholy day 27: Forced into silence

Tag: @may-lancholy

This fic contains: body horror(mouth), needles, defiant whumpee(not for long :3)

Whumpee stared down Whumper. They had to stay calm, even as leather restraints held them tight to the bed and Whumper wheeled out a cart of surgical instruments.

"I don't care what you do, I won't tell you shit." If nothing else, they would keep everyone else safe.

"So you've proven."Whumper agreed in an annoyed tone. "It seems you don't value the privilege of speech."

Whumper grabbed something from the cart.

A needle and thread.

"If you should discard that privilege so readily, then I shall grant you an easy way to do so."

Tears ran down Whumpee's face as their attempts to scream were blocked.

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Caretaker made their way into the darkened lab. Whumpee had to be here.

A soft whimpering caught their ears. That-that couldn't be Whumpee, right?

They followed the sound to a dark room near the back.

"Whumpee, is that you? Please talk to me."

The whimpering only grew in intensity. Caretaker turned on the light.

There was whumpee, curled in the corner, and as they lifted their head, Caretaker saw the precise, weave of stitches that kept their mouth shut.

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Day 26 for @may-lancholy

Fandom: Mission: Impossible

Prompt: Branding Iron

Warnings: Branding, Torture

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He'd been through hell, but when his captors opened the door to his cell and forced a familiar person in, Ethan's eyes widened and he fought against his shakles.

"Benji."

"Ethan! My God, Ethan!" Benji tried to get to him, but one man held him back, while another grabbed something from the close by table, a smug grin on his lips.

Ethan shook his head. He knew what it was. A branding iron. One they would use on Benji.

"No. No!"

"Now, Agent Hunt, let's see if we get you to talk."

Ethan had been wrong. Hell was only beginning.