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strange omens gather at the end of the street

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Handcuffed characters using their handcuffs to strangle their captors and thereby turning their restraints into weapons, flipping symbolic defeat into real danger, making their captors the one in chains....very fun

#handcuffs

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Febuwhump Day 20: Immortality

CW: immortal whumpee, dying, blood, stomach wound, gore

The thick stage curtains were drawn, but they couldn’t keep out the noise of the crowd as Bram climbed onto the dim stage. His stomach had been knotted with dread all night. It was one thing to be stabbed or poisoned or even impaled, but an entirely different thing to have a stranger stab his claws right in your heart. It made Bram feel sick, even as he approached his human-but-definitely-not-human partner waiting at the other end of the stage.

Norrix Vangrey. Bram repeated the name in his head.

“Ready for me to kill you?” Norrix said, lazily flexing his clawed hands.

Bram was using to dying. He was used to being killed. But the words made him shudder.

“I guess so,” he replied, keeping his voice even. Why was he so afraid this time?

The curtains slowly parted, the pulleys creaking audibly. Bram and Norrix took their places. Bram was a knight, fighting a ferocious beast. His costume armor felt uncomfortable and hot as he pretended to attack with his sword. The audience cheered and gasped. A bright light flashed close by—a camera, taking a picture just as Norrix, as the monster, gained the upper hand. Bram lost his balance and fell, his heart pounding. He knew what to expect: Norrix’s claws in his stomach. But the impact stole the breath from his lungs and sent pain shooting through his body.

His vision greyed out. Through the deepening haze, he heard the crowd gasping in horror.

What kind of creature was Norrix Vangrey, anyway…

Bram came back to life in a pool of his own blood. Horror turned to wild exclamations and applause.

Just another day in the life of the immortal Resurrecting Boy.

@whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumpy-writings @afabulousmrtake @whumpinthepot @silver-ink-iron-words @febuwhump

#immortal whumpee #circus whump #blood #dying #death #claws #gore #injured whumpee #whump writing

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I'm conflicted about Drumknott because on the one hand he's very small and weak and I kind of want to whump him, but on the other he could be kidnapped and tortured and he'd still be like. "Huh, this sucks. Oh well, I'm sure His Lordship will send someone along to rescue me soon :)"

And you can't even have the kidnapper pull an "Aha, but we've planted evidence to make it look like you betrayed the Patrician! He'll never rescue you now!" because Drumknott would just nod like, "Yes, I understand your confusion. But you see His Lordship knows I would never betray him. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, someone will be along to rescue me shortly." And he'd be right.

Istg the only way to properly whump this man is if you kill his boss off first, and even that's no fun because dying is very out of character for Vetinari.

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#video #iconic? #whumpblr #food #whump #kidnap whump #Instagram

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• unable to zone back in properly after disassociation

• not recognising friends/loved ones

• scars (again lol) but specifically in the shape of noughts/crosses or other game someone has played on their skin

• behavioural ticks like flicking hair over a shoulder/out of eyes without hands bc they used to be tied

• THE FLINCH

Whump Prompts 120: Torture Aftermath Aesthetic

Feel free to reblog and add on!

Sagging limp in their restraints after being whipped, blood trickling from their back

Going limp after being electrocuted, trying to catch their breath as needles of pain still spike through their body

Gasping for air after being suffocated, still feeling like they can't breathe even hours later

Sloppy bandages wrapped around their wounds, blood seeping through the cloth

Tender bruises ringing their neck from being choked or strangled

Deep bruises around their wrists and ankles from being manacled

Shivering and cold after water torture, unable to get warm

Scars from countless syringes being poked into their skin

Scars from being cut multiple times (and stitched up improperly)

SCARS IN GENERAL

Sore, dry throat after screaming over and over

Painful, cramped limbs and stinging eyes after being rescued from captivity in a dark space

Dried blood crusting their skin and hair

Not being able to trust or love anyone ever again

Feeling dizzy and weak from loss of blood

Tortured into muteness and unable to get their voice to work

Missing fingers or toes from frostbite

Or even missing an eye

Nightmares whenever they sleep, reliving their torture in detail

Claustrophobia from being locked in a coffin or other tight space

Phobias in general

FEELING LIKE A STRANGER IN THEIR OWN BODY

Being haunted by the physical sensations of their torture: fingers around their neck, water lapping at their chin, etc.

Panic attacks that come out of nowhere

Phantom wounds that have long since healed (mostly) but still ache/burn/sting/feel like they're bleeding, etc.

#whump #torture whump #whump list #whump prompts #bleeding #electrocution #whipping #breath whump #nightmares #scars #bruises #captivity #captivity whump #phobias #claustrophobia #blood loss #needles #bandages #bad caretaker

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Ben: They beat you like this? Little Joe: They'd hanged me if Mark Burdette hadn't stopped it. Ben: Hanged you?!

Bonanza S1E2 "Death on Sun Mountain"

#western #vintage whump

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The Marvelous Resurrecting Boy, Part 11

Part 10

BTHB: Manhandling

Fandom: Original work

Synopsis:  Still recovering from his previous performance, Bram fails to discover more about his disturbing memories and gets attacked by someone he trusted.

CW: suicide for convenience, drugging reference, immortality whump, circus whump, nightmares

Bram stood at the opening of the medical tent, taking deep breaths of cool air and watching Griffin examine the newest performers.

Two days. He’d been unconscious for two days after his most recent death, the performance of the dying swan. In all the months—years? Time was elusive when you were immortal—that he’d been part of Griffin’s circus, he hadn’t once been sick. And now, standing still and making himself breathe, he felt weak, almost dizzy. The opposite of the way someone immortal should feel.

His nightmares weighed heavily on him. He thought back to his most recent dream. A shipwreck. People had been dying around him. But why? What had happened to the ship? And what did it have to do with him?

Violet. I have to see Violet again. Whatever it takes. He repeated her name in his head as he gathered his coat and scarf from his borrowed cot and slipped out. The muddy ground squelched a little under his boots; he tried to walk more quietly as he made his way past the tent with the Griffin’s recent acquisitions.

His gaze snagged on one of them, and he froze in his tracks, his breath held.

A pair of large, iridescent wings extended from the stranger’s back and caught the light, shimmering despite the dim grey sky overhead. Bram couldn’t tear his eyes away. He watched, transfixed, hardly breathing, until two stagehands shoved the boy to his knees. The boy dropped heavily, barely resisting. He’s already drugged. They already drugged him. He ducked down as the stagehands manhandled the boy out of the tent, his wings fluttering useless on his back. The stranger’ s eyes met his for just a second. Help me, they said. Please help me.

Bram swayed on his feet and turned, suddenly exhausted, back to his own tent. Thank goodness he didn’t have any performances today.

He yanked off his boots and lay down on his own cot. Sleep swallowed almost instantly, the image of the incredible wings swimming in his mind.

Violet. He jolted awake with her name on his lips. She had been there, clinging to him in that dreadful, icy sea.

He was on his feet before he knew what he was doing, pulling on his boots with hands that seemed to be guiding themselves. He had to see her again, had to learn what had happened on that horrific night.

He headed for the main stage.

It was dark and empty at this time of night. He ascended the wooden steps and, hands outstretched like a blind man’s, felt his way to the prop tables backstage. His fingers landed on a candelabra; he fumbled around next to it for matches and struck one. The candelabra flared into life one wick at a time, illuminating the abandoned stage with warm, flickering light. There, at the end of the table. A vial of poison. Why Griffin didn’t keep it locked up, Bram never knew. The liquid inside caught the candlelight, shimmering darkly. It would only take a few drops.

His tongue recoiled at its bitterness, and he shuddered and sank to his knees. Any moment now. Any moment now, he would die, and he would see her again, drawing close to him as catastrophe struck—

He opened his eyes. Nothing. Nothing had happened. He was still alive, still conscious, his mind full of distant, dream-like memories that faded even as he got to his feet, his heart pounding.

So he really was immune to that particular poison—

A low growl close by sent an icy chill down his spine.

“Hello? Is someone there?” He glanced around the dark stage, panicked. His heart skipped a beat.

Someone was standing there in the blackness, watching him with eyes that…eyes that glowed…

“Hello?” He took a step backward, and the figure advanced toward him, the candlelight grazing familiar features. Bram let his breath out in a deep sigh of relief.

“Kian! You scared me! Why’re you standing there—” The words died in his mouth.

It was Kian, but somehow, in some terrifying way, not him. His eyes looked less human, full of a yellow glow Bram hadn’t seen before. He stood slightly hunched over, his head lowered, his horns sharp, his teeth bared. He dropped into a crouch, as if ready to lunge and strike. Another low growl rumbled deep in his chest.

Then he threw himself at Bram.

@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-out-of-time @whumping-to-conclusions @whumpy-writings @afabulousmrtake @whither-wander-whump @whumpinthepot @silver-ink-iron-words @badthingshappenbingo

#whump #whump writing #bad things happen bingo #immortality whump

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free my girl she did all of that, feels no remorse, and is actively planning to do more, but have you considered it was funny as hell

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#just a whumpy music rec #whump #bad caretaker #whumpblr #Youtube

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when making a character, u have to ask urself:

are they bloody?

will they ever be bloody?

is it their blood or somebody elses blood theyre covered in?

why are they bloody?

how drenched in blood are they going to be from a scale of 1-10, with 1 being ''barely drenched'' and 10 being ''so covered we shld ask where there ISNT any blood on them''?

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Every single time I see a take that amounts to "if you write about X happening, or like fiction where X happens, you like X" I'm reminded of this one time I was at a casual friends house as a young kid. We were in her room, pretending to "be orphans" escaping from an evil orphanage and having to take care of each other and fend for ourselves. It was all very Little Orphan Annie/All Dogs Go to Heaven and based on the 80s pop media.

And this girl's mom comes in, hears what we're playing and gets all MAD and UPSET. She says that if we play act something, it's because we want it to happen. So her daughter must WANT HER TO DIE.

First off lady, we were 6 year year olds, so take it down several notches. We barely had a concept of mortality for fucks sake. She made us feel so guilty and ashamed, because she was taking our game personally.

Now I have a 5 year old. And sometimes she looks at me and says "pretend you're dead, and I have to -" Whatever it is. Some adult task she's assigned herself.

And it's just so transparently obvious that she's practicing the idea of having to do things on her own. Which is exactly what 5 year olds are supposed to do. I actually find it very flattering that the only way she can envision me not being available to help her is to be literally deceased. Otherwise, obviously, she wouldn't have to do scary hard things alone.

It's a natural coping mechanism. She's self-soothing about what would happen if I wasn't there by play-acting independence in a perfectly safe environment. She's also practicing skills she needs, and making up excuses for practicing them on her own, without taking on the responsibility of being able to do them by herself all the time yet.

Humans mentally rehearse bad this in their brains all the time. We can do that by ruminating- going over worries over and over again, which tends to lead to anxiety and helplessness and depression. Or we can do it with a sense of play- by recognizing that the fiction is fiction and we can dip our toe into these experiences and expose ourselves to bad things without actually being injured.

My daughter does not want me dead. And I don't want bad things to happen in real life. But fiction and pretend help me face the horrors of the world and think about them without collapsing or messing myself up mentally.

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We all love a claustrophobic whumpee but what about agoraphobia? I want a whumpee who was kidnapped in the middle of a busy street, in a mall, in a city square. Somewhere so busy anyone could have helped them. Somewhere busy enough nobody noticed the knife pressed to their back.

I want a whumpee that refuses to be around crowds and can only manage it if they have caretaker's hand in a death grip the whole time.

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Whumpy Works by the Whumplovers Collaborate server

In our recent Multimedia Exchange, about 60 participants made over 140 creations of writing and art and posted them to this collection

We had some very generous participants (:

And 140! Wow 👀 That’s a lot of Whumpy content ✨

In appreciation for their hard work, let’s give their creations some love, shall we?

The following lists link to every work that was posted to the collection, providing the fandom, medium, title, and summary for each one:

Original Work List

Fandom List 1

(Fandoms: Batman — All Media Types, Arrow (TV 2012), Star Wars — All Media Types, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Good Omens (TV), White Collar (TV 2009), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types, Teen Wolf, The Professionals (TV 1977), MCU)

Fandom List 2

(Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Call of Duty, Banana Fish, Doki Doki Literature Club!, [Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed], Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Gravity Falls, Tiger & Bunny, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Tokyo Ghoul, SCP Foundation, Sonic The Hedgehog, Black Butler, Undertale Gears of War, Night Head Genesis)

Fandom List 3

(Fandoms: The Witcher, Doctor Who, Hannibal, Stargate Atlantis, Supernatural, The Magnus Archives, The Last of Us, Bangtan Boys, 9-1-1, Merlin, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

#whump #resources

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Not whump, I just want to show this picture to as many people as possible because I love it so much. She sleeps on my backpack while I’m at work, and this was her when I walked in the front door lol

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does anyone know if we have the shame spiral tomorrow

#I'm getting a head start on it today

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What appeals to me about whump: an incomplete list

#whump #memes #meta