I wanna be a man so badddd it's not even funny.

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I wanna be a man so badddd it's not even funny.
"How's life?" Whumper casually asks, letting the heavy celldoor fall closed behind him.
Whumpee just sits there, glaring at him. They scoff, but that's all they do. They barely have the energy to get up, let alone lunge at him and attack him.
And Whumper knows it.
He's holding something behind his back, and Whumpee is surprised to see that it is not a weapon or new torture tool as they expected.
It's an apple. Whumper tosses it up and down, watches fondly how Whumpee's eyes go up and down with it. He catches it a final time before he leans against the wall of the cell. And he pulls out a knife.
I will make even more and leave them all over the village and surrounding forest. Just because I can.
I got shadowbanned 😭😭😭
Defeat
Continuation from this lil drabble
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“If you think me screaming—”
“It’s definitely not out of the question,” Whumper purred, stroking his knife. “But I don’t think we’ll even need to go that far. It’s just… you have a naturally loud voice. It carries. And I’m not even speaking about volume. What you say carries. It inspires. It carries a message. It carries far, to all the other cells we have here. And right now, I want you to broadcast the message of defeat.”
He crouched down in front of him, pricked the knife straight up into the underside of the man’s chin. But Leader didn’t look up, even when drops of blood flowed down his throat, the stream slowly splitting over his Adam’s apple.
“Look at me,” Whumper growled. “Before I pin your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”
"This is going to be interesting, Leader," Whumper crooned, slowly walking up to the man chained down in the middle of the cell. "I'm so used to hearing your voice boom across the battlefield. Rallying your mates with sharp commands."
The man in chains didn't make an attempt to lift his head; his chin drooped to his chest as if it were glued to his sternum. But his eyes slowly slid up in a death glare.
Whumper was not impressed. He merely smirked at the cold hatred aimed at him. "I have to admit, hearing that tinge of surprise in your voice when we snuck in... God, I could hear it loud and clear, and I wasn't even inside the building yet. 'Enemy troooops!'" he mimicked Leader's voice and let out a laugh. "And a thunderous 'To me! With me! Hold your ground!'", he mocked. "You know, I don't think I've ever heard panic in your voice... And your team heard it too. I think I must thank you for that."
He picked up a knife in one hand, a whip in the other, making a show of considering which one to choose.
"I'm looking forward to hear how that booming voice will sound in pain. And I'm sure that it will instill something in your remaining team members."
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Whumper who makes Whumpee pretend to be their deceased partner.
Whumper was once madly in love. They were a perfect, genuinely happy couple. When their Partner passed away, possibly unexpectedly, Whumper couldn't bear the grief. They couldn't face a world without their beloved.
And then they saw Whumpee. Whumpee, with so many similarities to their beloved, same hair, same eyes, similar features, similar mannerisms and personality - it's not perfect, but it's close enough. Whumper becomes obsessed, this is their chance to put their life back together, this is their chance to regain what they'd lost.
Whumper modifying whumpee's looks, cutting their hair or growing it out, dressing them in their beloveds old clothes, doing their makeup just as they liked it before. Not before their death, no, they didn't die. They're right here.
"Don't hide from it," Whumper whispered. "The eyes are the windows to the soul, Whumpee. If you close them, how will you witness your own undoing?"
"Abuse is when a man seeks to break someone for his own pleasure," Whumper said. "Correction is when a man seeks to build someone up by teaching them where they stand. You're lashing out because you're being held to a standard, and you're too soft to meet it."
His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.
"Don't you ever use that word again to cover up your own lack of discipline. It's an insult to people who have actually suffered."
No you don’t understand. This is my best friend I met because we’re both really into torture
"Running?" Whumper's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the sharp, authoritative snap of a command given on a battlefield. "Running is for people who have a destination, Whumpee. You're just retreating."
Family whump
Content: identity loss, beating whump, gaslit whumpee
Identity loss. Who you are, who you grew up to be, erased and replaced with what they beat into you
Family members ganging up to beat up on whumpee
Post whump. "Have you ever apologized to whumper?"
"What are you talking about? I don't remember that."
"You're making a mountain out of a molehill. It wasn't that bad."
Whumpee constantly wondering if they're wrong. They're outvoted after all. Maybe they really are just too sensitive.
say it with me. you do not have to be working through something to like whump. you do not need to have trauma to enjoy hurting/seeing characters get hurt. your ocs do not have to be self-inserts or reveal deep and buried parts of your psyche
you can just like shit
ENJOY IT! there's nothing wrong with liking whump
Forcing myself to finish my workouts by pretending I'm a living weapon and someone's gonna beat my ass if I fail
Thinking about characters getting a nice demeaning slap in the face, in *warning*, telling them in not so unsubtle terms to watch their mouth. Two slaps maybe... or a backhand if they're really pushing it...
#thinking abt when they slap them and backhand them immediately after for good measure
Oh hell yes
"Stop saying 'please' like you're expecting mercy," Whumper grunted, his voice a low, gravelly warning. "Mercy is for when you've done your job. Right now, you're still learning."
My cat might be the most well spoken cat to ever exist but I would never know for I can't speak nor understand the language.