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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x11 - “Rôti”

#the way he can't help but smile back :3 #hannigram

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Whump scenarios for a coffee shop AU: inspired by this post

Tyrannical whumper boss who forces rookie whumpee barista into more and more illegal and abusive situations (your favorite flavor).

Rich business whumper takes a 'liking' to whumpee and hires them as their private barista-- a job that entails much more than making coffee.

Whumper baristas kidnap particularly annoying whumpee customers, and keep them in the basement of the coffee shop to torment as stress relief.

Feel free to add on!

#whump scenario

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Weird disgusting idea that won't leave my head: Whumper torments Whumpee by giving them some sort of otherworldly parasite, only for Whumpee to discover that said parasite is sentient and equally unhappy with the situation

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Whumper digging their heal into whumpee’s bullet wound, making then release a strangled scream.

Whumpee’s mind goes blank as the searing pain invades all of their senses.

Bonus points if Caretaker has to watch.

#forced to watch! #whump scenario

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Wiping a tear away with the tip of a knife

#hot

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Whumpril Prompt #22

Stoicism Breaks

TW: starvation, chains, hunger, taunting, begging

If whumper had to pick one word in the dictionary to describe whumpee, it would be stoic. According to the dictionary, that means indifferent to pleasure or to pain.

Whumper was going to break them.

Whumpee pushed their anger deep down in their gut. They can’t afford to let it out- it would just hurt them or someone else.

But with each passing day, it was getting harder and harder to keep it suppressed. It was also getting harder and harder to have the energy to do anything else. Whumper wasn’t feeding them.

It had been 6 days. They were keeping count. Whumpee read somewhere that someone can last up to two months without food as long as they had water, and there was more than enough water in the cave they were being kept in.

Water seeped through the walls and on the ground, leaving dark puddles randomly on the floor. The dark didn’t help whumpee avoid them, so they were constantly either damp or dripping from the wetness.

But just because they had a lot of water didn’t mean they weren’t hungry.

It was 15 days since whumper last brought food. Whumpee spent most of their time lying on the floor trying not to shiver to death. They wished death would take them.

20 days. Whumpee didn’t move when whumper came down.

“Oh whumpee, I think you’ll like this! I have a little surprise for you!”

Whumpee still didn’t move. Whumper didn’t care- they came over and dropped a tray in front of them.

Whumpees mouth started watering before they even opened their eyes. There on the tray was what whumpee could only describe as a feast. There was so much food piled on that they knew they wouldn’t be able to finish it all in one sitting.

Whumpee continued to ignore whumper, but instead weakly sat up and began to scarf down the food. But before they could get very far, whumper pulled the tray away.

Whumpee looked at them with more menace in their eyes than whumper had ever seen.

“My my, whumpee, getting a little greedy, are we?” They taunted.

If whumpee didn’t have their ankle chained to the ground, they would have throttled whumper right then and there.

“Do you want the food?” Whumper asks sweetly. Whumpees stomach was growling in protest, and they could barely move from weakness. If they didn’t eat, they were going to die.

“Yes,” whumpee whispered, voice raw from disuse.

“Ah ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Whumper grinned toothily at them. If whumpee didn’t die from hunger, they would have died from embarrassment. But they couldn’t not do it; they were starving.

A barely audible “please” passed through Whumpees lips, their face red and their stomach growling.

Whumper grinned even wider as they pushed the tray toward them, pleased with themself as they reflected on the fact that this whumpee had never said please to them, and that this whumpee had been known as the strongest one of the rival team.

Well, not strong enough for whumper, apparently.

#I love this! #starvation #withholding food #whump scenario

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Team whump where Whumper is a disgruntled team member who left but arranges a meeting with Youngest saying they want to reconcile. They take Youngest captive and use them as bait to lure in the rest of the team.

#sneaky sneaky! #whump scenario #used as bait #team whump

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I'll see my favourite character happy and smiling just once and be like omg I never want him to get hurt or feel pain ever again, give him peace 🥺🥺 and then the very next day be like, okay, back to pushing him down the stairs

#hehehe

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um

#them ❤️

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A character who's been shot is captured by enemies/bad guys. They're bleeding badly, and their captors need them alive. The bullet is removed, and the wound is poured with alcohol and bandaged tightly - none of it is done gently, and, being tied up (and maybe gagged), they can do nothing but scream and cry out in pain while enduring the rough treatment.

#I loveeee this #rough caretaking

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Grief

Cw: Mentions to death, grief, and depression (I guess?)

Jakkon fell against the door heavily, the tears finally coming as the footsteps of his former best friend receded. He sank to his knees, desperate gasping sobs shaking his whole body as his grief spilled down his face and bled from his shattered heart. Maybe they were better off now. Away from him and all the danger, where he couldn't hurt them anymore.

But as he tried to convince himself they'd be alright; the reality of their deaths came crashing down on him and the tears just came harder. The Satyr pressed his eyes closed and gritted sharp teeth. Blood seeping through his fingers and sticking to the blade stained in Rune's life.

He shuddered, gasping for air through sobs as screams echoed in his head and he covered his ears. Flashes of fire, hoarse shouts of his name. Over and over again in his head, tormenting him as he tried to block it out.

He couldn't speak, the clear ring his voice used to have, now dulled to a low rasp. He hated it. Screaming echoed again and he huddled into the corner, pulling his knees to his chest in a desperate search for warmth and comfort. He no longer had anyone else to help fend off the cold emptiness of an ocean dragging him deeper and deeper as ice claimed his throat and his mind.

Jakkon flinched, his throat and lungs burning with every sobbing gasp like he really were drowning, with all this air around him just out of reach. The pressure of the night pressed in around him, crushing the air out of his lungs and leaving only the hollow terror of being alone.

Time flew by in a blur of tears and terror, leaving the man so many looked up to as a hero into a shivering, whimpering mess. No tears remained, only a burning headache as Rose stepped into the room to check on him, clearing tears from her own cheeks as she cleared her throat. "H...hey Horns. Are you..." But the fae stopped as she saw her brother-in-law curled up in the corner, overcoat ripped to shreds beside him as he hugged his arms close, shivering in the cold darkness.

Jakkon looked up weakly, eyes glazed with grief as Rose smoothed out her voice. "Are you okay?"

The Satyr clenched his fists and opened his mouth to say something. But he stopped and began crying again raspy gasps echoing in the silence as one of his hands flew to his throat and he tried to start a word. But instead, only the soft bleat of a goat escaped his lips, and he froze. He paused, and managed a small sniff as he stood, dissolving back into tears as he enveloped Rose in a hug.

She hugged him back and the two cried into each other, spilling their grief of losing their last family out into the heavy air, dark crimson rose petals drifting into a ring around them.

Neither spoke. Neither could anyway. But they didn't have to. This embrace spoke a silent promise both understood. You're all I have left. I will stand by you, love you, and I will never leave you. I will protect you.

#loved this #you captured the grief incredibly well #and the ending 🥹

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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:

If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow

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a character who doesn't know they're about to pass out becaue they've never done it before. rather than saying "I feel faint" or something, they say "I feel a little weird." they only sit because another character points out that they look pale and tells them to sit or lie down.

#oh yes yes

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Shoutout to asexual butches, because I feel like so much that people say about butches is inherently sexual. Do you respect asexual butches? Do you respect butches who don't want to be sexualised or give you sex? Asexual butches I love you <3

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internet ransom note where instead of magazine letters it’s just jpgs of letters found on google