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Narcisse / All pronouns / i'll try to tag warnings i can but if i miss anything please tell me!

[cutesy-whumper]

Hi everyone! First post here :D

Not exactly sure how i'm supposed to start one of these blogs, but i guess an introduction wouldn't hurt, so...

My name's Narcisse, i've got intrusive thoughts and i got into whump to cope!

I'm mostly a writer but i did draw my pfp and header (they're rushed so sorry if the quality's not good :c), i'm fine writing about most things really, and i do take requests so ask away :)

[whumperful]

Remember that it's getting cold so don't forget to tie your whumpees to a radiator and turn the heat all the way up and make sure that there is nothing between the radiator and their unprotected skin

[cutesy-whumper]

Whumpee is a trained assassin, the target should have posed no trouble, this hit on Whumper was supposed to be a walk in the park.

And yet here they are, tied up somewhere in the basement, with Whumper digging through their clothes.

They'd already found the pistol in Whumpee's pocket, and shot straight through their kneecap with it. Then they found the knife in whumpee's boot.

Flipping it open, whumper whistled appreciatively

"Damn, was this plan B for killin' me? looks sharp enough, anyway."

They slipped the tip of the blade into whumpee's collar, ripping their shirt open quickly and nicking the skin of their chest a little, as whumpee sucked in a breath through the rag in their teeth, the knife pressed to their side, slowly digging in, moving in small, regular patterns. Letters. The pain already clouding whumpee's mind wouldn't let them keep track, though.

Maybe they'd just read it later when their heart wasn't pounding quite as much, or maybe whumper would just kill them before that happens. Either way, better than what their superiors would do if they learned that Whumpee failed.

[cutesy-whumper]

thinking about,,, the process of a (biblically accurate) angel falling and becoming a demon

like, does it hurt to suddenly grow a whole body? to feel your own heart form and start beating with blood warmer than spinning wheels of fire ever were? to feel barely formed skin break when the horns grow in? wings decomposing entirely into big flaps of skin that will never be strong enough to carry you before you hit the ground?

i wonder how terrifying it would be, millions of eyes that see everything turning into a single pair that can only be fixed on the fast-approaching ground, i wonder if the first emotion a demon ever gets to feel is fear.

[cutesy-whumper]

Space itself was crumbling, Whumpee's tears fell into nowhere as the scene around them shifted, without even moving going from dark almost-black indigo to eye-bleeding red to bursting patches of every color tattoed on their eyelids like it was burned in. The pain was all encompassing, burning through even the parts of them that were long-gone to one of Whumper's "games". Their head swam like it was filled to bursting with cotton fluff, every sensation another stab to their overwhelmed psyche. Awareness was almost impossible to hold onto, the only constant in their sea of confusion a hand fisted in Whumper's shirt, their lifeline to reality.

Whumper was delighted as their pet sobbed in their lap, holding onto them for dear life.

[cutesy-whumper]

Sidekick knew they were weaker than Villain; it was obvious, when Villain tore Hero's whole team within an inch of their life on the regular, when they knew how powerless they were compared to Hero. Yet somehow, the fight went on, Villain casually skipping along the rooftops and grinning as Sidekick leaped after them, and somehow, Villain started asking them questions.

"So, how's life been? You holding up okay?"

"W-what?" Sidekick wheezed "Could be better, there's this one person being a real asshole, and running me in circles for half an hour."

"You know you love me~. And I don't mean right now, anyway, life in general, the Hero team everything you hoped?" Sidekick winced, and Villain's smirk almost faltered, from what could pass off as exhaustion considering how long they'd been fighting.

"Everything's going good, I-"

"Is it?"

Villain stood perfectly still on the roof in front of them, a sight so unexpected Sidekick froze too, skidding to a halt way less gracefully a few meters away.

"Is it going good?"

Sidekick's ribs throbbed with leftover pain, exacerbated by all the running they'd done. Under the costume, fresh scars ached as they were suddenly at the forefront of Sidekick's mind. Villain looked at them, and it felt like they could see all the way to Whumpee's thoughts.

"Is it really any more "good" than the things you were supposed to fight against? To be strong enough you could stop them from happening?"

Sidekick looked at Villain, who'd known Hero's attack pattern perfectly since the beginning, who'd known his weaknesses and known he wouldn't risk himself for Sidekick by running after them. Villain looked at Sidekick, who'd cower under their own team's gaze, whose eyes were tired under the mask before the fight even started, and the two knew each other.

Sidekick walked over the gap to the other rooftop, and Villain let them.

[cutesy-whumper]

Whumper keeps Whumpee in a closet, between piles of shoe boxes and old shirts, their hands tied solidly to the built-in clothes-hanging-bar, their legs held together with zip ties, their screams muffled with any old piece of cloth. They can hear as Caretaker comes along for movie night, settling in the bedroom with Whumper as old friends, and leaving them the next morning alone once again in the monster's den.

[cutesy-whumper]

The moment where Whumpee's head hits the brick wall, where their body slumps down in Whumper's grip as their head throbs and their legs give out, where blood stains the wall and runs down their face. To Whumper, that moment was beauty, a thousand things at once creating a wonderful picture of grotesque euphoria, a fleeting second of release for emotions they can't ever name. To Whumper, that moment was love.

Whumpee sobbed under them, and Whumper reeled back again.

[cutesy-whumper]

a whumpee who's prideful and gets agressive when they're scared, who'll kick and bite and lash out at every opportunity.

and then, just once, whumper tied their restraints incorrectly

the almost feral look in whumpee's eyes as they give back just as bad as they took it, or worse

[cutesy-whumper]

every time they mess up too bad, whumpee loses a finger.

whumper just cut off their ring finger, and whumpee vaguely wonders what will happen when they have no more fingers to lose

[cutesy-whumper]

i see your med student whumper cutting whumpee open for their studies and i raise you art student whumper who cuts whumpee open and passes off the gore as "vent pieces"

opportunity to be creepily affectionate about whumpee being a "muse"

opportunity to be just as clinical about it

whumpee treated like one of those art doll pose reference thingies

opportunity for way sloppier medical care => things getting infected, bones setting wrong, stitches coming out...

letting injuries get worse instead of fixing them bc whumper is busy painting them

[cutesy-whumper]

Whumpee's tied back tighter than usual, their back flush with the collumn they're tied to. Already, they know it won't end well.

Whumper's on the other side of the room, going through a box of tools and putting a few aside. Whumpee shakes when a big butcher's knife is set with the rest.

Finally, the toolbox closes; Whumper turns back to them with a grin. "Alright, pet! Now's your punishment for yesterday's little scene," they say ,"how about a game, guess what i'll be doing and maybe if you get it right, i'll go easy on you."

Whumpee opens their mouth, slowly, hesitantly, does that even count as an invitation to speak? Could they even guess correctly? A few moments pass and their mouth snap shut again, cheeks flushed with shame.

Whumper doesn't say a word, just brings over a handful of blades and tools, putting down all but one. With a hand in Whumpee's hair, their head is forced back.

Something wickedly sharp presses at the corner of their eye, and their gaze snaps to Whumper's

"Now Don't.Move." The blade slowly shifts to the right angle. "And don't you dare close your eyes."

The blade pushes in.

[doomdaysdecays-deactivated20251]

more bad caretaker pretty please

sure 👀

cw: abuse from a trusted person, corporal punishment, dehumanization

“C-Caretaker—” Whumpee tugged at his sleeve, rubbing desperately at their eyes with the other hand. “I, I did it again.”

Caretaker suppressed a sigh, but tended to the terrified Whumpee nonetheless. “You broke something?”

“U-Uh huh.”

Under their caregiver’s gaze, Whumpee’s composure cracked until they were on their knees, giving themselves over for Caretaker to punish them in any way he saw fit.

They frantically sobbed apologies between incoherent noises and Caretaker sat down whilst watching. “Well?” he asked when the wailing started to get on his nerves. “Get over here and bend over, idiot.”

Whumpee scrambled to follow the order. Annoyance turned into amusement as their eagerness for punishment showed.

“What a stupid pet you are, hm?” Caretaker teased. He shoved them down hard across his lap and Whumpee let him. “It’s no wonder Whumper left you.”

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[cutesy-whumper]

whumpee gets fed. technically.

they're not hungry, sure, but always sick from malnutrition (or straight up being poisoned)

slowly watching themself grow weak, getting dizzy from nothing, or passing out after whumpers punishments

[cutesy-whumper]

Ever since they got to caretaker's house, whumpee's been keeping every inch of themself covered, sticking to full length pants and long sleeves, sometimes even gloves

caretaker lets them, they might just not want anyone to see the scars, it's hardly the most pressing issue

then they get recaptured.

when both whumpee and caretaker are at whumper's mercy, whumper is grinning like the cat that caught the canari as they notice whumpee's weird choice of clothes

"weeeell, would you look at that. Looks like Somebody's ashamed of the gifts i left them with" Whumpee struggles uselessly as whumper starts cutting through their shirt

both caretaker and whumper pause at the sight of fresh wounds

[cutesy-whumper]

whumpee and whumper who are both rich people with fancy title and some big castles or whatever,

they start fighting as training first, with wooden swords and big grins, trying to land a hit for bragging rights

but then whumper starts enjoying seeing bruises on whumpee the next morning, they try to land a few good hits in where they know they can catch a peek at dark bruises later

but after a while that isn't enough either, so carefully, weighing their words to try not to scare whumpee off, they explain their... interest in trying something new

and whumpee, with the usual big grin and fire in their eyes, agrees somehow, says they wouldn't turn down a challenge, that they'll see what whumper can dish out

oh it's fucking ON

somehow this is their new normal, whumpee either pinned down or restrained in some way (they find they both like the fight, the all out struggle for power, and whumpee loves the rare times they win and get to be a shithead about it, almost as much as whumper loves letting their parner win and hearing them get all proud), getting a new type of scar every time, the clean lines of a blade, the tearing of any decently sharp object, the lash marks from a whip, or even the rope burn all over them.

this is good, their arrangement is the best thing to have happened to both of them

but it's not enough.

and then, the dreaded day, whumpee has to take over the family estate. they've got a partner liked up for marriage and everything, and just like that it's all over. whumpee can't have those type of marks on them when they're married, they can't sneak off for days to see whumper when they've got responsibilities now!

whumper begs to find an alternative, to call the whole thing off, to bring in a new heir, to at least take them to whumpee's side too. anything, anything if they can keep seeing each other. even if their ..."relations" have to stop, they can't be alone anymore.

but whumpee is firm, there is no way. it's over.

so barely days later, at the event whumper wasn't even allowed to show up for (something about "causing a scene") guests wait with baited breath for whumpee who'll never show up

and a few days travel away, in a somewhat smaller castle, an ex-noble wakes up chained to a wall in a candle lit dungeon

[cutesy-whumper]

alright, does everyone remember that 100° knife craze a few years back? well i wasn't into whump at the time so i've made the decision to ignore the linear passage of time entirely. i'm doing it now basically.

whumpee passes out frop the pain when the knife hits their side, only vaguely processing the smell of burnt meat as they recieve wound after wound that doesn't bleed

maybe a week later, when they've been brought back up to the actual house, they can't understand why smelling whumper's cooking makes them panic

whumpee tied down, losing chunk after chunk out of their arm: the fingers, then the hand, and big bits of the forearm up to the elbow. even through the sickening burn at their latest wound, they can still feel phantom pains of every other time they'd been cut tonight.

whumper with thick, unpractical gloves to handle the heat, not as precise as they'd usually be, maybe even giving their whumpees more wounds than intended

the feeling of blood loss from whumpee's blood getting reduced by the heat, along with not a drop of blood on the floor: maybe whumper implying they'll have to do this more because it's just so much cleaner than the usual punishments (because the wounds it leaves on whumpee are downright nasty, too)

a whumper who ""'cares""" about the whumpee (or just about keeping them alive) using a hot knife so the wounds get cauterized immediately, whumpee gets to feel so much pain withou even the possibility of death

a whumpee having to use a hot knife on themself to cauterize a nasty wound they were left with, hoping it won't get infected, whumper refusing to give them any basic medical supplies