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Scars

TW: Past self-harm

Whumpee screams as they're dragged down the hallway by their hair. It's been three years. Three years since they escaped this godforsaken place. Three years of hiding, of healing, of slowly, slowly becoming happy.

Then whumper found them and dragged them right back into the nightmare, right back where they'd left off.

Whumpee continues to thrash as whumper throws them down and pounces, swiftly grappling their limbs and locking them into restraints.

They shriek and clench their eyes shut as whumper whips out a stocky little knife. But instead of feeling a blade gliding into their flesh, whumpee feels their long-sleeve shirt being slashed and pulled away.

"Oh," Whumper breathes, pausing as he looks intently at something.

It takes whumpee a moment to understand what he's looking at, and dread slams into them hard as they realize.

Neat rows of tight little scars travel up the length of whumpee's bicep. The lower scars are old, flat, and dull. But the further up whumpee's arm they travel, the younger they look. Whumper's eyes rake up the path of scars, settling on the ones branching over onto whumpee's chest. They're puffy and pink and very fresh, as if the last of the scabs just molted.

Whumper laughs softly and reaches down to stroke the marks with his thumb, one by one, moving up whumpee's inner arm.

"These are gorgeous," Whumper says, voice soft and genuine. "You missed having someone to hurt you, baby."

"N-no, that's not-" Whumpee spat.

"As soon as you couldn't scream, you didn't know how to let it all out."

Whumpee bit back a cry.

Whumper chuckled. "Am I right, dear? You couldn't scream through your pain out there. It'd be awfully hard to make friends that way."

Whumpee wished they could cover their ears and shut out whumper's awful words.

"You changed, baby," Whumper crooned. "You need pain now."

Tears flowed freely down whumpee's face.

Whumper finally removed his hand from stroking the scars and reached once more for the knife. Whumpee bit back a sob. "You can do that here, love. You can scream it all out with me. I'll help you do it." He flicked the knife open.

Whumper softly traced the tip of the blade around whumpee's naval. Whumpee cringed, expecting the blade to dig in at any moment. Whumper paused and leaned down very close to whumpee's ear. Whumpee shrugged their shoulders up, trying to block whumper's hot breath.

"You know..." he panted. "It looks to me like you never really escaped."

#oh my GOD this is beautiful #ugh the writing is so goood??? #i haven't seen anything like this before #UGH! <33333 #reblogging on both accounts

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The collab™️ illustration

@as-a-matter-of-whump 😘

#?!??!?!?! #YES

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january 24th:

- first sale of canned beer (1935)

- birth of dean winchester (1979)

- death of tumblr live (2024)

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doing social media training at my job like i don't run a blog that would make me unemployable

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Breaching my hiatus to post this rq

Whumper having to take care of Whumpee's basic needs <333

Mentions of abuse, allusions to noncon, restraints, domestic whump

Dragging whumpee to the bathroom and restraining their arms, holding them back while they're kicking and screaming. Whumpee is just terrified, thinking a youth is gonna be pulled, that their tongue is gonna be cut out— a hundred horrible scenarios go through their head. Whumper has to pry their jaw open to get a toothbrush to their teeth.

Pulling whumpee's clothes off and wrestling them into a shower. Whumpee thinks theyre gonna be hurt and beaten and touched and a hundred other things— all up until the warm water hits their back and Whumper is scrubbing the grime off of them

Having whumpee throw Whumper's clothes on because their own are stained and torn, Whumper's clothes bring baggy but warm and somewhat comforting.

Taking them to the doctor when their ailment is beyond Whumper's fixing abilities. Teaching Whumpee to lie about what really happened to the doctor so that nobody suspects what's going on behind closed doors.

Whumper puting a pause on the beatings when Whumpee gets sick. Whumper bringing them to their own bed, taking their temperature, feeding them medicine. (Bonus points if Whumpee is rebellious but knows they have to accept the care or they'd only get worse.)

Whumper holding Whumpee in their lap to clip their nails

Giving Whumpee their daily meds/supplements, sitting with them to be sure they're taking them.

#whump #whump blog #whump ideas #whump stuff #whump prompt #domestic whump #noncon mention #no actual noncon though #restraints #whump thoughts

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tw captivity, conditioning, prison setting, manipulation, isolation, restraints, dehumanisation, threats of gore and death

"This is your idea of a punishment?" Whumper leaned back against the glass wall of their cell, smirking. "You have no idea about the shit I've done to others, do you?"

Caretaker looked wholly unimpressed by their nonchalant facade. "I'm quite familiar, actually."

"No, you can't be. Otherwise you would've set up something way worse. Something that could actually be called a punishment. This is ridiculous. You really think something like round the clock surveillance will get to me? Or 'loneliness'? Come on, now."

"I'll be back in a week," they said calmly, without addressing any of Whumper's nonsense.

Whumper scoffed. "Yeah, sure. As if you had the restraint to stay away from me for a whole week."

-

Even on the stairs leading down to Whumper's cell, Caretaker could already hear the yelling. They arrived to see Whumper pacing around inside the room like an agitated rat, and as soon as they spotted them, they rushed to the wall and started banging on it.

"I will fucking kill you once I get out!" they screamed. It had only been a month since capture, and clearly, the 'loneliness' was getting to them. "Hear me? I will fucking kill you!"

"That's not very polite."

"I will rip you apart bit by bit and I will send each fucking piece to one of your friends! Hell, I will kidnap those friends and lock them up with your corpse! I'll set up some cameras so I can fucking–" They turned to look up at the cameras, placed safely outside of their cell. "Fucking watch them go mad! Have you ever been locked in a room with a rotting corpse before?"

Caretaker didn't pay much attention to the baseless threats. "Some of my employees are telling me you're raising quite the ruckus in there. Tell me, do I need to restrain you?"

"As if I could actually harm anything in this empty fucking cell."

"That wasn't a 'no'." For the first time, fear seemed to cut through the walls of anger Whumper had built around themself as a shield against humiliation. "I can get you a nice straightjacket. Nice and secure. Safe."

"There's no fucking reason to restrain me in here," they growled. "None."

"So tell me you'll behave yourself. Convince me."

Whumper gave them the most disgusted look they'd ever seen. "Fuck yourself."

-

Caretaker couldn't hear any noises from downstairs as they walked over to the cell. Whumper was lying in the back of the room, apparently trying to rub against the floor. When they spotted Caretaker, they couldn't hold back a choked sob.

"Get me out of this," they asked in a broken little voice. "Please. I have– I have an itch, I can't even– I can't– I can't deal with it, I can't do anything, I feel like a fucking dog."

"That's unfortunate."

"I asked nicely!" They rolled over with some effort, like a lucky bug, and slowly crawled over to the wall where Caretaker stood. They couldn't use their hands, of course, so it must've been a bit of a hassle. "You told me to ask nicely. To convince you. Here I am! I'm telling you, I won't do anything!"

"Tell me, how are you coping with the loneliness?"

Whumper banged their head against the glass wall once. "I'm bored. That's it. I'm just bored."

"That's understandable." Caretaker dragged over a chair from the corner to sit in front of Whumper's special cell. "Would you like me to keep you company?"

"What?"

"Would you like to talk for a while?"

Whumper looked up, suspicion evident in their eyes. "Why?"

"You've been pretty well-behaved lately. I'm offering a reward, if you want it."

"What's the condition?"

"You just have to be polite. That's all. If you make a single comment I don't like, I'm leaving."

Whumper looked like they wanted to protest. To say it was unfair. But in the end, they were too much of a coward to risk losing their company. "How long will you stay?"

"An hour. Maybe two. If you make no mistakes, I might come back tomorrow."

It was precious, the way Whumper's eyes lit up, and the way they tried to hide it immediately. "Okay."

"That's not what you say when someone gives you a reward."

Whumper swallowed and looked away again, their hands twisting and twitching uselessly in their restraints. "Thank you."

-

"I want out," Whumper said pleadingly. "I just want– just an hour. A single hour. I haven't had another human touch me in months. I'm not even sure I exist anymore."

"Nobody touches you because you're dangerous."

"I'm not," they insisted quietly, very quietly, having learned their lesson about lashing out a hundred times over. "I'm not. Half an hour? Ten minutes? Would you be willing to let me out for ten minutes? Put me back in the straightjacket if you want. Just– I don't know, let me lie down next to your feet or something. Since you love–" They cut themself off, probably deeming their comment too risky. They didn't want another week alone.

"Five minutes."

"Five! Perfect!" They held their hands out. "I'd prefer regular handcuffs, but I'll take the straightjacket."

Caretaker took them up on the offer. Whumper was put back into the straightjacket with the help of a couple guards, then Caretaker grabbed their chair and carried it into the cell.

"I'm sure you understand that we can't actually let you out." They sat down and waited for Whumper to make their move. "For obvious reasons."

Whumper seemed... hesitant. If Caretaker had to guess, it was either some last, hidden shred of dignity that was holding them back, or a fear of being perceived as a threat. Or at the very least a rule-breaker.

"So?"

"This isn't a trap, is it?"

"No. And the clock's ticking."

Whumper cautiously moved over, coming to kneel right next to Caretaker's chair. Clearly, their first attempt wasn't going to be lying down at their feet. Not if they could get away with more. They carefully put their head in Caretaker's lap, letting out a content little sigh when they did nothing to stop them.

Caretaker looked at their watch. Four minutes left. "We'll take off the restraints again once the time is up."

"Thanks," they muttered.

It was so natural to pet their hair a little. Whumper even leaned into it, pushing their head against Caretaker's hand. "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm..."

"You can have more than five minutes next time if you continue to behave."

"I can do that. I've been good for ages."

"You've been good for exactly thirteen days."

"That was a minor offence." Caretaker stopped petting them, immediately causing Whumper to panic. "I'm sorry about it all the same! I regret it! I'm just saying– I'm saying it was easily fixable!"

"Calm down," they soothed, returning to what they'd been doing before. Whumper relaxed almost instantly.

When the time was up, Caretaker gently pushed them away and left the cell, even when Whumper cried and pleaded with them not to go. All they did was remind them that making demands and a whole scene was bad behaviour. Whumper shut up quickly after that.

All in all, the progress was very impressive. Whumper was well on their way to becoming a perfect, dependent little thing. A far cry from the cruel beast they'd brought in months ago.

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general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump

#fucking love this #omg #<333

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Did you ever get the septum piercing you talked about? If so can you show us?

Yes, I did! I may post some pictures later but I'm too lazy to rn lmao

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Imma do this because I’m fucking bored.

What’s your url?

Now take away any and all numbers (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0), take away the letters F, Z, M, Q, L, H, B, T, P, E, A, Y, S, B, D, and X, take away all dashes (-),

What’s your new fucked up version of your url?

crustycreature

crucrur

#rock anon #rocknon #rocks whump stuff #rockwuu

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whumpee with "bless this mess" carved into their back used as a doormat for whumper's party okay bye 🖤

#whump #thoughts #mmmm #heels stabbing their back #god forbid someone wear cleats #why in the world would you wear cleets to a party #idk

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a cis person who uses slurs left and right but is respectful to the trans community is much much better than a "supportive" person who worms around slurs and uses backhanded language towards the trans community

im queer and trans i can have an opinion on this don't come at me

"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

#not whump

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finally getting my septum pierced and.

leash attatched to whumpee's septum to drag them around

bonus points if its not healed

BONUS bonus points if whumper peirced it themself so they could drag whumpee by it

#whump #eh not great ik #just a thought #ill update after i get it pierced!! #gonna hurt like a mf

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me when my mutuals (affectionate)

#I LOVE YOU GUYSSS #KISSES AND GUNSHOT WOUNDS FOR THE LOT OF YA #XOXO

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whump is also about sex

I’ve seen a lot of posts about whump not necessarily being sexual and asexuals also enjoying whump. This is true and these whumpers are valid. There are many, many reasons to enjoy the particular catharsis of seeing a character get absolutely wrecked.

However, for a lot of us, whump is also about sex.

I, myself, personally, am only interested in whump if 1) the whump is being perpetrated by one character against another, and 2) there is some kind of sexual relationship between either whumper and whumpee or caretaker and whumpee.

Fic where a character gets sick or injured in some nondirectional way (e.g., a car crash) doesn’t work for me. I need the whump to be a manifestation of specific, focused malice. 

Also, G-rated whump doesn’t work for me. Hell, most PG-13 and light R-rated whump doesn’t work for me. My wheelhouse is in hard R to NC-17 territory. 

And that’s because, well, whump is also about sex. For me, it’s about sex. It’s about other things, too! But sex is a necessary (and, depending on my mood, wholly sufficient) component.

And that is fine. It is fine to be interested in trauma in ways that are not just G-rated. A lot of people read and write whump because they are sadomasochists. 

Whump is also about sex, and that’s fine.

#whump #agreed fr

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Ok, ok, so if I were to get into whump, where should I start?

There's a plethora of great whump accounts to check out and read stories from!

@whump-queen , @whumpshaped , @ashintheairlikesnow , @unorganisedalienrubbish , and @a-crumb-of-whump are some good blogs that you can read from!

I could tag SO many more blogs but i don't have the time for that :(

But reading other's whump is a good start, and if you get writing ideas, let your brain go wild!

#dm me if you don't want to be tagged #whump #whump blog

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I'm so confused. I wanna get into whump but like I'm so confused do you like abuse or is it just some sort of fantasy

Whump is a genre of writing that people enjoy for fun! It's an attractive genre because of the hurt/comfort aspect, and people tend to enjoy drama in stories (which happens a LOT in whump). Sometimes people write about it just because it's enjoyable to read and write, some people find the sexual aspects of it (though many don't - in fact, acespec people make up quite a lot of the community!). A lot of times, people use it to channel intrusive thoughts in a healthy, creative, and entertaining way.

But no, nobody enjoys actual abuse, nor should anyone condone real-life abuse or violence.

If you have any other questions, im happy to help!

#whump #whump blog #whumpblr

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ghost whumper who haunts the shit out of whumpee!!

slamming doors around whumpee's house

playing music out of nowhere/ turning the tv on while whumpee's trying to sleep

shocking whumpee with electronic devices — "no, it is not a 'faulty outlet', it was an attack!"

Possessing objects and harming them — "My hair straightener bit me!" "My sewing machine attacked me!"

Possessing whumpee and making them hurt themself

Possessing whumpee and making them hurt others

Talking in whumpee's ear and driving them crazy

Whumpee sleeping with a cross on their chest every night (or any other protective symbol)

Whumpee being terrified of ouijia boards

Horrid nightmares every night

Whumpee being constantly paranoid and needing therapy

Bonus points for atheist skeptic Caretaker who truly thinks whumpee is delusional:

"It was just a mouse, you can go back to bed."

"You need to be less clumsy, you're covered in bruises."

"Did the cat scratch you again, you've got clawmarks. What did i tell you about touching her food?"

"The straightener most definitely did not bite you. Let's get some burn cream on that."

"You really need to sleep, the devil is not after you."

#whump #whump ideas #ghost whump #demon whump #religious whump #whump things #whump blog #whump stuff #tw sh #possession #electro whump