i'd burn this city down to show you the lights

whump, hurt and comfort themed blog contains nsfw and pet whump safe space for myself, posts may be triggering

[villainsvictim]

Introduction Post <3

My name is May (she/her) and I am a 23 year old girl from Germany, so firstly I would like to apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes as English is not my first language. I have been following the whump community as a quiet member for a while now and I finally decided to join with an own blog because sideblogs are painful (and not the good kind of pain!) 

My writings: (just drabbles so far, feel free to send me a word for a short drabble!)

Fragile / Betrayed / Lust / Stabbed

My favourite whump tropes: (tag me in any of your stories, prompts or posts that contain these and i will be forever grateful!!!)

Caretaker x whumpee interactions - doens’t matter if bad caretaker or soft fluff stories, i just like the concept

Recovery whump - post rescue, aftermath, nightmares, deconditioning: give it to me!!

Captivity whump and failed escape attempts - can’t really explain why

Intimate/creepy whumper - and also whumpee x whumper interactions, i want to get attached to all of the characters!

Punishments/torture such as whipping, manhandling, choking, stress positions, branding, gagging, hypo-/hyperthermia, broken bones, burns, slapping, beating etc.

Emotional/psychological whump - especially conditioning, manipulation, gaslighting and breaking a defiant whumpee oh and of course forcing someone to beg!

Memes and shitposts - sorry about that haha, i just love humour and whump combinated with it

What I don’t like to read: (if you ever tag me in one of these do not worry, I take care of myself and always read trigger and content warnings <3)

Lady Whump - some can be okay but I prefer either male or non gendered characters

Permanent injury such as amputation, body modification etc. - branding and scars are okay though, i just don`t like whumpees loosing their eye sight or tongue or anything like that if that makes sense

IRL (real life) whump - i cannot explain how sorry i am for everyone who has gone through this and i totally respect and understand if writing is a coping mechanism for you, but it is a heavy trigger for myself

Mayor character death - i get attached to characters fast and it makes me cry, of course i want them to get hurt but also to survive lol

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #583

"I would dance with you if I knew how to." - the civilian said to the villain, trying to wriggle out of the flustering predicament.

Villain only felt more driven by their words and proposed in a playful purr, "Then why don't I teach you how to dance?"

[whumpers-monthly]

There are only two days left to send in your work for this months prompt. The prompt is:

Stabbed

Tag #whumpers-monthly and if you make a gifset #whumpedit. You can also send your work via DM or mention @whumpers-monthly All submitted posts will be reblogged to this blog.

[whump-side]

Where's your defiance now?

[kim-poce]

Mute - Nightmare

CW: Caretaker new master, whipping, mute whumpee, passing out, flashback, nightmare, past torture.

Mute - Masterlist

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Whumpee’s body twitched under another lash, the strength had long left his legs as the blood left his back, he was forced to stand by the chain on his wrist, his breath was so loud that he was afraid they would sound like words.

The lashes didn’t stop then, even when his whole body was screaming in pain, even when the conscience was slowing abandoning him, the lashes didn’t stop.

“Oh, cutie”, Whumper said in a poisonous voice, “Want me to stop?”, he asked grabbing Whumpee’s hair and lifting his chin, “Just ask.”

Whumpee sobbed silently, tear soaking wet the blindfold, he could hear Whumper breath and his blood dropping from the whip to the floor, Whumpee didn’t ask, he would speak he swear he won’t, he will be good, please-

“Nothing?”, Whumper asked mockingly, hand caressing Whumpee’s cheek, who had no strength left to flinch, “So I guess you want to keep going.”

The lashes started again, non-stop, one after another, over and over, whumpee did his best to take it, and he passed out before any word could come out of his mouth.

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Whumpee woke up breaking out in a cold sweat, he tried to put his breath on control, quietly, he tried his hardest to not make a sound, he would be punished so harshly for making noise in the middle of the night, but even with all his effort, it didn’t work.

“Hey”, Caretaker said getting up, he could hear them moving the blanket and stepping on the floor, their voice was sleepy, Whumpee was in so much trouble, “Bad dream?”, they asked, getting closer to the mat Whumpee was sleeping on, Whumpee got ready to be kicked, he didn’t shield himself, it isn’t allowed to, he just waited for the blow.

It didn’t come, but Caretaker painfully turned on the light and Whumpee covered his eyes, he can’t see, he wants the blindfold again, please, it’s so hard to keep his eyes shut without it, but Caretaker doesn’t care about what he wants, why would them? He would already be punished for breathing too loud and waking up Caretaker, he doesn’t deserve wants.

“You know you can tell me anything right?”, Caretaker said, caressing Whumpee’s cheek, “Why don’t you talk to me, cute”, Whumper said caressing his cheek.

Whumpee flinched, tears forming in his eyes already, he can’t talk, he knows it, he won’t talk, Caretaker can punish him all they want Whumpee won’t talk, he will take it all, he won’t complain, he won’t fall for such tricks.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?”, Caretaker said while reaching the nightstand, “Here.”

Whumpee obeyed, drinking the water carefully not to spill anything nor touch Caretaker, he knew that he isn’t allowed to do that, Caretaker can touch him, he can’t touch the caretaker, “Go back to sleep, okay?”, Caretaker said, “You need to rest.”

Whumpee nodded weakly, letting himself lay down again, “You need to rest”, Whumpee shivered, the punishment would be so harsh that he would need to rest first, he let the tears leave his eyes, he knew better than disobey so he silently cried himself to sleep.

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[transmasc-wizard]

people who write on their phones (word mobile, gdocs app, scrivener mobile, notesapp, etc) how does it feel to be taunting god every single day

[fanficmemes]

Hey did you ever finish writing-

[rizzoto-whump-deactivated202602]

“I hate you, Whumper.”

Whumper looked at them deeply.

“I wish I had never given you a chance!”

Whumper giggled amusedly, crouching down to make them in the same position and height. And they pinched Whumpee’s nose.

“Awww.. you’re always cute when you’re angry.”

[albino-whumpee]

A whumper who’s tired of their overly obedient. well conditioned, loyal whumpee so they dump said whumpee on the streets, because watching them figure out how to be by themselves is a lot more fun now.

Bonus points if whumper targets every person that comes in contact with their whumpee and helps them too much, or really care about them, or worse, want to hurt them. Because after all, whumpee is still their fun little toy. They never let them free, and they won’t. Ever. They simply felt like changing their environment.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Character A snuggling up to Character B on a chilly night because they’re surprisingly warm, then later waking up in the middle of the night damp with sweat that isn’t theirs and realizing that B actually has a rising fever. 

[clairelutra]

you know what’s a better question than “is this too self-indulgent?”? “is this self indulgent enough?”

because, like, damn, maybe there just aren’t enough kitty ears in this story! maybe there isn’t enough homoerotic tension! maybe that character’s backstory just isn’t tragic enough!! we won’t know until we really ask ourselves these questions.

[painsandconfusion]

Whumpy Moments #11

Axeident

"Hold still, I'm not going to hurt you."

Whumpee crawled back, dragging their bleeding leg across the ground. The pain ripped up through them, but their frantic, stuttering heartbeat forced them to keep moving.

Whumper raised the axe again.

"Please please don't!" Whumpee squeaked as Whumper took another step.

"I'm not going to hit you."

Whumpee stared up at them. "Y-you already did!"

Whumper laughed. "Oh come on, that was an axeident."

Whumpee pulled back further.

"Just hold still and maybe I'll miss this time."

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @cryptidhongo @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie)

[painsandconfusion]

Whumpy Moments #10

Whumpee writhed back, putting as much space between them and the blade as possible. “W-Whumper please. Please I’m sorry!”

Whumper hummed, stepping closer. “Are you, now? You don’t look sorry. You just look pathetic.”

Whumpee twitched as the tip of the blade met their skin. They whimpered as is traced up their side. “Whumper, I-” they cooked on the words as the knife split their skin.

Hot pricking pain ripped through them as they thrashed back, grinding further into the wall. “N-no! Don’t! S-stop!”

Whumper laughed at that. “‘Don’t stop’? Well if you insist.”

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @cryptidhongo @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie)

[prisonerwhump]

Ya know what's really underrated in whump?

That moment when the whumpee is on the floor either bleeding out, recovering from getting the shit beat out of them, restrained, ect.

And we see the whumper's feet just glide slowly by. A casual, dangerous pace as they either circle their prey, admiring their work or disregarding them and moving on.

Just. The POWER of that image.

The whumpee so helpless on the floor, perhaps barely conscious, their eyes weakly following the whumper's feet or glaring as they struggle against their bonds, maybe not even paying attention to the whumper and looking at a fellow whumpee, trying to reach out to them.

And the whumper is just so confident in their authority. Knowing they have ALL the power.

Every time I see this I just think "Hot damn."

[gentle-and-fierce]

Kneeling

Pushed to their knees, hitting the ground painfully enough to make them grimace

Forced to kneel as a stress position, on the hard ground or on gravel or on shards of glass

Kneeling formally, for a long time. They want to keep still for this, they want to show respect, and it hurts, but still, they do it

Kneeling as a sign of submission. With this gesture, they're not only humiliated, they also sign themselves and their whole family over to the other's rule

That defiant glare of a whumpee who is on their knees, bruised and bloody with hands tied behind their back, but still ready to defy their captor to hell and back

Ordered to kneel and complying, prepared for the pain that will inevitably follow, because otherwise their friend gets hurt instead

Kneeling down to beg, to show their submission and maybe be granted mercy if they do it prettily enough

Kneeling down to formally plead for their friends or loved ones sake. Pressing themselves to the floor ever deeper the more desperate they become

Tied up, blindfolded and being made to kneel. Then left alone, in the dark, in the dreadful quiet, to wait for they know not what fate

Kneeling before someone in veneration, looking up at them as though they were the sun

Or, kneeling before them, head bowed, ready to accept whatever they will choose to do with them. It's a calmer, more deliberate version of that same veneration as before

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee followed the whumper’s orders not because they thought they were right, but because they thought that it was the only thing they deserved. The whumpee had accidentally injured their friends and according to the whumper, they had even killed one- the devastated whumpee doesn’t feel like they deserve any joy anymore, and whenever the whumper punished them they throughly believe they deserve it.

[havebruises]

restraints but like.....taking them off

There’s something inherently intimate about undoing a whumpee’s restraints. 

There’s no way to avoid hands on the whumpee, to avoid touching them wherever their ties are. There’s no way to not be physically close to them while they do it, sometimes almost nose to nose. Doesn’t have to be erotic (but y’know bonus points), doesn’t matter what the bindings are, doesn’t matter their relationship with who’s freeing them. Just thick buckles being pulled from slots and relieving the constant pressure on their weakened bodies, ridiculously heavy metal that had previously held the whumpee clattering to the floor. Joints aching as they are grabbed and sat up for the first time in days, or able to flex their fingers and move their heads without cutting off blood flow. The tenderness underneath rough rope being revealed, and the whumpee wincing as it snakes across the scraped skin on the way off, before meeting eyes with the other person. That little gasp and whimper when a gag or muzzle is undone, pried carefully away from their face but still leaving wicked indents in flesh– maybe even scars. Tears are brushed away with low murmurs of praise and reassurance, or easy mockery and further threats.

a caretaker soothing the whumpee with gentle and slow, careful motions, rubbing sore shoulders. little kisses over the hurting parts.

another whumpee, trembling as they tear the duct tape off of their friend while they gasp for air after a cruel beating. curling up on the floor together after.

a whumper when the fun’s finally over, unlocking the chains and dumping the whumpee to the floor. ordering them into yet another set of painful restraints for the night.

Sometimes? The removal of those restraints are unbearable, because it makes the whumpee who they are, gives them purpose. They couldn’t imagine having free hands, or living without the reassuring weight of a collar on their neck. They’re quaking the whole time they’re being freed, begging even. They hate every second of this.