#writerwhofears

[writerwhofears]

Imagine this:

Imagine trying to explain a female’s period to an alien. Like, what the heck would they think? And what if they only ask because, being a fortunate female yourself, you’re currently lying on the ground in a fetal position, paralyzed with pain, trying not to puke, rocking back and forth clutching your abdomen, and they’re just like, “What on earth is happening?”

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Whump post #12

“Do it... ” the whumpee hissed between lips swollen and cracked with blood. Their eyes were spectacular under the sharp fluorescent light. Red rimmed and bright. “Give it all you got. It won’t change a damn thing.”

The words came out heavy and slurred, sounding to the whumper like a wasted drunk, demanding the bartender for another tap. But considering how the whumpee hasn’t had a lick of alcohol since the time they’ve been captured, the whumper simply indulged the whumpee with a smile cold as the chains restraining them.

“I have no doubt I’ll get what I want,” the whumper drawled lazily, reaching for a cloth in their back pocket. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” They brought their own bloody fist up, inspecting the tear on their knuckles with a frown. They sighed. “You cut me you know,” the whumper tutted, eyeing the whumpee with displeasure. “With your teeth.”

A tight smile. “I’ll cut you more than that when I get out of here,” the whumpee replied, with all the maliciousness that comes from a body beaten and bruised. “Slowly, and with pleasure.”

The whumper laughed. Not because of how ridiculous they sounded— which, they did— but because of the amount of fun the whumper was having. There was nothing more amusing than having a whumpee whose spirit refused to sputter out, a flame fighting the smothering ash of a fate damned to ruin.

“Want revenge?” The whumper said, cocking a brow up in a delegate arch.

“No,” the whumpee growled, twisting in their bonds. “I want justice.”

“Well,” the whumper said, slowly tucking the blood stained cloth back into their pocket with care. “Consider this justice for having split my knuckle.” And there was no holding back when the whumper arched their fist back and slammed it hard into the whumpee’s jaw, snapping their head to the side.

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Whump Idea #7

The whumper grabbed the whumpee’s chin forcefully, pulling them close when they squirmed, trying to jerk back.

“Get in the car,” the whumper said slowly, voice low. “Or I’ll buckle you in myself.”

The whumpee could hear the sharp edge of the whumper’s tone and suppressed a shudder of revulsion— their blood felt like ice, their heart pumping forcefully as though moving freezing slush underneath their skin. It drowned out every thought of escape and every hope of freedom that whispered across their mind.

When the burn in their chest became too much, the whumpee said in a voice tight with strain, “Hell no— I think I’d rather die.”

The whumper let out a short, humorless laugh that only tightened the grip of terror in the whumpee’s veins. They watched horrified as the whumper’s eyes lit up briefly, flashing. It reminded them of a blade catching light before drawing blood.

“If that’s what it takes...” the whumper said with a shrug. Their mouth tugged into a smile that made the whumpee’s skin crawl— but that sensation couldn’t even begin to compare to the paralyzing shock that gripped their nerves when the faintest touch of lips brushed the side of their ear. A breathy gasp escaped through their teeth at the touch, and the smile on the whumper’s face split into a smug little grin. “Make no mistake — I was hoping you would say that.”

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Whump Trope #5

When a whumpee is so sick, the caretaker has to carry them to safety...

So many feels!!

-Prodigy, by Marie Lu

A Legend Novel, Book 2

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Whump Trope #7

When a caretaker scoops up a sick whumpee and says those glorious words at the end

- Prodigy by Marie Lu

A Legend Novel Book 2

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When you find out that the villain has been the hero all along- and has only played the part of the villain to keep you safe from harm

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Me trying to sleep, and my writing brain whispering ever so softly...

“He wears his arrogance like a soldier wears his armor, as a way of protecting the softness underneath. A hard shell to deflect the weapons poised to kill; to shield the beating heart inside his breast, shockingly vulnerable without the extra layer of metal and chain.”

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Whump Idea:

Whumper takes one more step toward the whumpee. The friend pulls the whumpee behind them. “Take one more step,” they softly say, arching their brows.