violence is my muse

elya, 23, e/em/eir ✍ there are good deeds only devils can commit

[seth-whumps]

characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

[sickbayy]

I think whump writers should leverage SSRI withdrawal symptoms more frequently for stories, both because they've got juicy potential and because most people, including many people on SSRIs, are unaware that they even have the potential for withdrawal symptoms. In utter seriousness, I think if you add that to a fic you're doing a public service.

[taxidermychrist-deactivated2025]

ur art doesn’t need to be perfect!!! it does need to be horny & grotesque tho

[whump-or-whatever]

Love the age old (usually sci-fi) trope of having whumpee on a table with electrodes attached to their head while they go through a dreamscape, memories, virtual reality, or what have you.

They get all sweaty, their face contorts in discomfort/pain, they moan and groan, sometimes cry out, writhe around a bit. Mmmmmm.

[valtsv]

if a fictional character gets stabbed, they have only 2 valid options:

1. slowly raise their hand to the wound and/or pull the weapon impaling them out while everyone stares in horror before collapsing to the ground from shock and/or blood loss and being caught just in time by their friend/sibling/love interest

2. hide the wound beneath a dark item of clothing in preparation for the dramatic reveal later where another character touches them and their hand comes away bloody or they overexert themselves and they stumble and wince but still try to insist they’re fine, even though they’re clearly in pain and struggling to stay on their feet, and as the other character peels back their jacket it becomes clear that they’re badly hurt and have been for a while (bonus points if they’re wearing a white shirt underneath)

[valtsv]

i stand corrected they have 3 valid options

[yaboywillyshakes]

Here are some scientific facts about blood loss for all you psychopaths writers out there.

[girlcaligula]

More absolutely despicable deranged hot villains in media please

[artofmaquenda]

Run

I really like to draw these snarly demons from my Ahakmara pattern. I think they will represent the ego in some way. As that is the root of most troubled minds.

First time doing lineart in Procreate, it was a blast! coloring I will keep doing in Photoshop :)

[waywardwhump]

The moment a whumpee realizes they're about to be hurt. They're about to be hurt badly.

The stuttering of their heart. The sudden overwhelming dread. The split-second where they freeze up, desperate for a way out, but there is none.

They have just enough time to process how much they do not want this before it happens, and then the agony takes over everything else.

[arkestar]

night of knives

[screnarchive-deactivated2022042]

“clichés are bad” ok then explain showing up bloody or bruised outside your enemy’s door because you didn’t know where else to go

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal 3x07 - “Digestivo”

#mood

[ouroborosmotifs]

literally how boring and dull do you have to be to dislike codependent relationships in fiction like where is the passion where is the devotion where is the worship that inevitably corrupts and destroys one if not both of them

[noisyghost]

fuck it. werewolf gang. 

[tomminowrites]

Lets Learn About Stun Guns!

Disclaimer: Look this is mainly for whump writers and curious people so like, be cool alright? Don’t zap ppl unless they really deserve it okay go have fun

What’s a stun gun?

An electroshock weapon is a direct contact high-voltage device. A stun gun has two prongs at the front that deliver a very painful shock when you press it directly onto a person or a cantaloupe or whatever. This shock can make it difficult to move and function, because the electricity makes your muscles freak out and contract willy nilly (which creates lactic acid very fast).

You mean a taser?

No no my friend, a taser and a stun gun are two very different devices.

TASER is a brand name, and it refers to a type of “electronic control device” that incapacitates the victim. A taser is much stronger than a stun gun. It doesn’t use pain to make you comply – a taser shock overrides the nervous system with electricity and blocks your brain signals from telling your body to move. (This effect is called neuromuscular incapacitation, if you wanna impress anyone with your vocab while you’re zapping them. They probably won’t appreciate it in the moment.)

Many tasers have a stun gun setting - called a “drive stun” and doesn’t require a cartridge. But to actually taze someone, you need to shoot darts at them from a distance.

Keep reading

[straight-to-the-pain]

Genuinely don’t mean this as any sort of callout post but it’s interesting to me how there’s been a trend in newer (?) whump blogs putting really long disclaimers in their bios and pinned posts, saying that they don’t condone violence, that they aren’t responsible for other people’s actions, that they know it’s bad and it’s just fiction.

It’s honestly making me wonder how much purity culture has seeped into the fabric of even the Whump community, that people feel the need to explicitly state what I would have accepted as an easily presumed given. When did we get to a point where we have to preface any conversation by stating that we don’t condone irl violence, lest someone accuse us of immorality?

[knivestothroats]

I actually condone torture and murder for fun and profit

[luckgods]

Whumptober 03: STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT… taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

Warnings: none Word count: c. 500

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“What the fuck happened? Who did this to you?”

El was a frightening mess of bruises, scrapes and blood spatters. Minah knelt next to where she was seated on the floor, leaning back against the wall right next to the door to their apartment. She had nearly tripped over her when she’d arrived home.

Now her groceries lay forgotten on the floor, apples rolling out of the paper bag from the farmer’s market, raspberries oozing juice that almost matched the blood smeared on El’s face and arms. She knew El was involved in some “shady shit” (El’s words, not Minah’s), but this was… unexpected, unpleasant, and, if she was being honest with herself, more than a little terrifying.

El turned her head to the side and spat another mouthful of blood onto the off-white linoleum floor. “Like you don’t already know.”

“I don’t know, so tell me!”

“Take a wild fucking guess.”

Minah rocked back onto her heels and groaned. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t have any guesses. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to use your brain for more than two seconds. Come on, I know you can do it. Or I thought you could, anyway. But maybe I don’t know you at all.”

What does that mean? El was glaring, the anger in her face the type she usually reserved for military police and government broadcasts.

Minah grabbed her knees to stop herself from covering her face with her hands in—something. Exasperation, maybe, or embarrassment, because she had no idea what she’d done to incur El’s fury and she couldn’t help but feel that she should.

“What’s this all about? I just want to help. I’m not the one who hurt you, you know, and I don’t know why you’re acting like I am. Why all the—“ anger, derision, contempt, “—hostility?”

“Because there’s only one reason I can think of for why my drop point would be compromised, and that was if the person I’d told about it told someone else!” El jabbed a finger at Minah, then flinched. “Fuck!”

Minah wanted to defend herself, to say that she had no clue what El was talking about, but… El would argue. And then getting her any first aid would become a pipe dream, not just an uphill battle.

“El… Please, let’s come back to this. You need help. I can help you. I don’t… I know you probably don’t want to hear what I have to say, but please, please, let me help. You can yell at me later. You need to wash out your wounds or you’ll get infected. Please.”

El’s eyes narrowed further, but eventually she nodded. It was a small, skeptical thing, but it was there. Minah closed her eyes and sent a brief prayer of thanks to God.

“All right,” she said, careful not to show her relief on her face. Strong expressions of feeling tended to spook El. “Let’s get you up.”

El nodded again, and let Minah support her as they stood together and headed over to the bathroom.