A Long Overdue Sideblog

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[whump-and-tears]

Table of Contents

(Eventually this’ll have hyperlinks, but for now it’s more a list of likes and whatnot)

General: whump aesthetic, Writing, art, media, Nsfwhump, like, fav

Writing; Whump prompt, Dialogue prompt, fic, drabble

General whump:

Restrained, (ropes, chained, caged, stress position, tied to a chair, tied to a pole, suspended).

Beaten, Whipped, Manhandling, Hair pulling, chin lift, kneeling, crawling,

Forced to Watch (includes filmed, photographed, ransoms), Forced to hurt, Forced to choose, Forced intimacy

Kidnapping, Escape attempt, Rescue, Aftermath, ptsd, nightmares

Sensory deprivation: Gagged, Muzzled, Collar, Blindfolded, drugging/intox, choking

Emotions: Begging, Crying, Dazed and Confused, Touch Starved, Fear, Pain, Humiliation, Defiance, Sassy, Protectiveness, Self-sacrifice, Comfort

Elements: Fire, water, air, earth, ice, electricity

Tools: Knife, Gun, hands, crowbar

Setting: Fantasy, magic, Hero/Villain, Scifi, Royalty, Lab, mafia

Nsfwhump: (infrequent but still a possibility) noncon, noncon touching, noncon kissing, prostitution, fucking machine

Characters:

Whumpee- defiant, nonhuman (vampire, mermaid, werewolf, angel/demon), magic user, pet, royal, stoic,

Whumper- intimate/creepy, gloating, carewhumper

Caretaker- Caretaker, Carewhumpee, Bodyguard (applies to knights)

Multiple (Multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers)

Media: Asian whump, Kinnporche, NBC Hannibal, BBC Merlin, MSDZ SaB, TMA, Disney, Arcane, BG3, fandom (general)

Actors/Characters: Hugh Dancy/ Will Graham. Ben Wishaw/ Q, Jonathan Sims, Kaz Brekker, Wylan, Astarion

Squicks:

Gore (amputation, teeth/nail trauma), tragedy (actual death of caretaker or whumpee), Bad caretakers (creepy whumper/carewhumpers great, imperfect caretakers are fine and interesting. Specifically bad caretakers), genuine abandonment (ie when someone is kidnapped and the people they rely on genuinely don’t care). Not huge fan of lady whumpees or sick fic sans whumper-elements.

[amphibianshaped]

apparatus

[chopshajen]

He didn’t even fight back :’<

[missing-sock-art]

“Not so tough without your mask, huh?”

***

I just think Jhin should get whumped more, as a treat 😇

[bump-of-whump]

Ref Recs for Whump Writers

Violence: A Writer’s Guide:  This is not about writing technique. It is an introduction to the world of violence. To the parts that people don’t understand. The parts that books and movies get wrong. Not just the mechanics, but how people who live in a violent world think and feel about what they do and what they see done.

Hurting Your Characters: HURTING YOUR CHARACTERS discusses the immediate effect of trauma on the body, its physiologic response, including the types of nerve fibers and the sensations they convey, and how injuries feel to the character. This book also presents a simplified overview of the expected recovery times for the injuries discussed in young, otherwise healthy individuals.

Body Trauma: A writer’s guide to wounds and injuries. Body Trauma explains what happens to body organs and bones maimed by accident or intent and the small window of opportunity for emergency treatment. Research what happens in a hospital operating room and the personnel who initiate treatment. Use these facts to bring added realism to your stories and novels.

10 B.S. Medical Tropes that Need to Die TODAY…and What to Do Instead: Written by a paramedic and writer with a decade of experience, 10 BS Medical Tropes covers exactly that: clichéd and inaccurate tropes that not only ruin books, they have the potential to hurt real people in the real world. 

Maim Your Characters: How Injuries Work in Fiction: Increase Realism. Raise the Stakes. Tell Better Stories. Maim Your Characters is the definitive guide to using wounds and injuries to their greatest effect in your story. Learn not only the six critical parts of an injury plot, but more importantly, how to make sure that the injury you’re inflicting matters. 

Blood on the Page: This handy resource is a must-have guide for writers whose characters live on the edge of danger. If you like easy-to-follow tools, expert opinions from someone with firsthand knowledge, and you don’t mind a bit of fictional bodily harm, then you’ll love Samantha Keel’s invaluable handbook

[whumper-whimsy]

drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

[whump-and-tears]

Golden chains. A collar around his throat and shackles around his wrists. His usual defiance and pride is stripped away, dulled by the haze blanketing his mind. Despite this, he still tries to fight, tries to talk back. But his words slur and stutter, syllables sliding uncomfortably in his mouth. Pupils blown wide, his eyes slip from person to person, seeing nothing. Unable to walk straight, a push sends him sprawling on cold marble floors. He lands at the feet of the usurper, who watches the entertainment unfold from his stolen throne.

The room sways, a kaleidoscope of jeering faces and swirling colors. He struggles onto his hands and knees, nausea twisting his stomach. It’s too much. His arms give out, and he collapses back onto the floor. Betrayed by his own body, the prince is forced to stay on his knees, forced to stay still as the false king reaches down and pets his hair like he’s a dog. A small broken sound escapes his throat as the hand twists in his hair, forcing his head back so everyone can see him.

Once the center of attention due to his charm and status, now all can see how far the proud prince has fallen.

Just. Mmmmmmmmmm.

[whump-and-tears]

Cold

Cw: Failed escape, recapture, hypothermia, winter, carewhumper/ intimate whumper

It’s winter. Whumpee manages to escape. Barefoot, they stumble through the blizzard, slipping on ice and slush. The wind buffets them around, snowflakes needles against bare skin. They have no plan, no destination. They just need to flee.

At first, the cold is almost a blessing, numbing the welts and sores covering their body. But soon they’re tumbling rather than stumbling, unable to feel their fingers, their toes. They don’t see the ditch in the dark. One step is met with snow, the next only air. Falling head over heels, they hit the bottom in a stunned heap.

They stay where they landed, half buried in the snow, ice pressing against their elbows, their back. The snowflakes spiral from the icy grey sky, pattering on their face and cheeks. They don’t get up. They can’t even shiver anymore, the cold eating away at what little strength they had. Every limb is made of snow and stone. And it’s quiet here, white fluff muffling the entire world. The ditch protects them from the worst of the wind. Maybe it would be better to just… stay here. Rest for a minute. Let themselves be blanketed by the snow. 

Time passes. A figure eclipses the moonlight and a horribly familiar voice breaks the blessed silence. “There you are, pet.”

Their heart sinks. Well worn pleas fill their tongue. But they don’t speak. They know there’s no point. They don’t move. They can’t. The cold has stolen everything from them, their strength, their will, their thoughts.

Their captor carefully slides down into the ditch, coming to rest by their side. Their hands are coals against their cheek. Whumper clicks their tongue, some mix of chastisement and mock concern. “Look at you. Going to catch your death out here.”

Just let me die, Whumpee wants to say. Don’t take me back. But they’d be lying if they said a part of them didn’t long for the measly warmth of a cell, for their ratty blanket. Even worse, they almost long to be in whumper's bed, cocooned by their body. They don’t fight as Whumper lifts them all too easily into a firey embrace, their heat thawing iced skin. Subconsciously, horrifically, Whumpee finds themself curling closer against their captor’s chest, drawn to the warmth like a moth to flame. They even tuck their purple-tinged fingers against Whumper’s jacket, shuddering as they do.

They are too tired to flinch when Whumper kisses their hair, one hand cupping their cheek and frozen ear, pressing their head into their warm shoulder. “My poor thing,” they murmur. “You worried me. Running away in the middle of a blizzard, what on Earth were you thinking?” They get to their feet, and manage to make their way up the ditch while carrying their cargo. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

Whumpee’s too tired to fight.

[missing-sock-art]

What lovely torment traverses you mind-

Won’t you show me more?

[ziptiesnfries]

i see your "traumatized character finally getting a good night's sleep in their loved one's arms" and i raise you "traumatized character freaking the fuck out when they wake up in their loved one's arms because why are they restrained why is someone else in their bed where are they and now their loved one has to comfort them"

[paingoes]

dehumanization tropes i love

-not allowed on furniture. remain standing or kneel on the floor, no sitting

-not allowed to make eye contact 

-being silenced immediately every time they try to speak 

-casual manhandling, being dragged alone because they’re not trusted to move by themselves 

-casual, nonconsensual touch. randomly pulling them closer, absently playing with hair, manually adjusting their posture

-giving orders without explanation 

-giving orders they know are arbitrary, just to exercise power

-talking about them like they aren’t even in the room 

-authorizing other people to monitor and control them

-being kept in restraints 24/7, with movement restricted even further in their downtime 

-degrading their natural behaviors and reflexes. stare is creepy, smile is ugly, flinching is disrespectful, etc…

-putting down their hobbies/interests

-ascribing ill intent to all their actions and assuming the worst from them

[firemind411]

Waking Up Scenarios

Concrete Cold — eyes open to the sting of gravel pressed into their cheek, dried blood sticking their skin to the ground. Every muscle aches when they try to move.

Fogged and Bound — awareness trickles back with a burning neck, wrists cinched tight, fighting for vision as they realise they can’t move.

Hands First — they wake to someone slapping lightly at their face, murmuring “hey, come on, stay with me” — blurred voices and panic before the world comes back into play.

Public Humiliation — wake flat on their back in the middle of a crowd, strangers staring down, some filming, none helping fast enough.

Too Bright — harsh light floods in the second they pry their eyes open, head pounding, body strapped to a metal table.

Caretaker’s Lap — they stir to the feeling of a shirt under their cheek, arms around them, someone whispering: “easy, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Alone and Exposed — waking in an alley, shirt damp, ribs aching, with no memory of how they got there or why their hands won’t stop shaking.

Dragged Back — half-conscious, they wake only enough to realize they’re being carried, boots scraping the floor, head limp against a stranger’s chest.

Fever-Slick — waking mid-sickness, drenched in sweat, mumbling nonsense, too weak to push the blanket away.

Interrupted Nightmare — they jolt awake with a cry, not realizing the screams were theirs, throat raw, body fighting before hands pin them gently down.

Pinned by Weight — stirring only to feel a boot or a knee across their chest, air still cut off, the fight not finished after all.

Labored Return — they come to gasping, chest heavy, heartbeat wrong, every inhale clawing its way through cracked ribs or bruised lungs.

Disoriented — first thought: where am I? Second: why can’t I move? Third: oh fuck, someone’s watching me.

[firemind411]

Restraint Scenarios✨️👌

Pinned to the wall: Forearm across the throat, wrists wrenched high above his head. He kicks out, gasping, rage burning through the choke.

Strapped to the table: Ankles cinched tight, wrists locked beside his head. Sweat and blood slick his chest as he fights against steel.

Chair restraint: Bound wrists behind the backrest, ankles tied to the legs. He rocks forward, spitting and swearing at anyone close enough, teeth grit.

Floor hold: Multiple men crushing him down — knee in the spine, hands twisting his arms until joints burn. He growls into the floor.

Gurney straps: Leather biting into his wrists, chest harness pinning him flat. He jerks awake, heart pounding, unable to move an inch.

Rope bind: Wrists knotted raw, rope cutting deep. He claws at it until his nails tear, muttering curses through clenched teeth.

Handcuffed to pipe: Arms stretched high, body hanging. Each time he goes limp, cuffs bite deeper; each time he lifts, his ribs ache with pain.

[firemind411]

Vulnerability

Physical Vulnerability

Collapsing mid-step, body hitting the floor before anyone can catch them.

Propped up against a wall, hands trembling too hard to reload.

Fever-slick skin, muttering nonsense, begging someone who isn’t there.

Restrained with a belt digging into raw wrists, forced still.

Flinching at the caretaker’s touch — then hating themselves for it.

Shoulders slumping under someone else’s arm, half-dragged, half-carried.

Coughing blood into their own palm and trying to hide it.

Too weak to fight, but glaring anyway — defiance trapped in a broken body.

Emotional Vulnerability

Voice cracking mid-sentence, fury breaking into sobs.

Whispering “please” to someone they swore they’d never beg from.

Admitting through clenched teeth, “I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”

Saying, “I can’t take this anymore,” then going silent like they regret it.

Peeling back a sleeve to show scars, no one has ever seen.

Joking until it spirals into laughter, then coming close to tears.

Letting a weapon drop from their hand — not trust, just surrender.

Whispering names in sleep, apologies falling out raw and unguarded.

Situational Vulnerability

Pinned to the ground, breath knocked out, someone else’s boot on their chest.

Barefoot in the rain, stumbling through broken glass.

Waking in an alley with strangers looming, head too foggy to stand.

Trapped in a closet-sized space, sliding down in defeat, hands bloody from trying to escape.

Freezing under the eyes of a crowd when their face is recognized.

Kneeling, wrists bound, head yanked back by the hair for all to see.

A secret shouted in public, the air electric with betrayal.

Watching someone take a hit meant for them, powerless to stop it.

[mcschnuggles]

[baynton]

[magpie-angel-boy]

Cws: Non con touching, creepy/intimate whumper, winged whumpee, captive whumpee.

Their wings are beautiful-

Whumpee is chained to the floor, on their knees, with a short chain keeping their wrists bound to a bolt. Their wings drape around them, shimmering feathers spread out over the concrete.

Their gaze is downcast, and they tense as the cell door opens- whumper steps in and lowers himself in front of them.

“Hello little birdie, you’re looking lovely today.”

They don’t speak. So whumper frowns and steps behind them. They flinch as they feel a hand on their wing. Stroking through feathers, gentle and steady. The feeling makes their stomach turn- no one should touch their wings, not without their trust. Especially not their captor… who’s already done so much to them.

But they know what happens if they protest. It’s much worse than a little discomfort. So they stay still, breathing steady.

Whumpers hand continued through their feathers, his fingers deftly gliding between quills. Sending shivers up whumpees back.

Their wings are beautiful.

[defire]

I like the light face pats/slaps that are kind of aggressive-affectionate, except the relationship IS NOT LIKE THAT

Face pats

Content: noncon touch, injuries

Like with secret whump, whumper obnoxiously getting handsy with whumpee, who has to laugh and pretend to like it even though the "pats" sting

Or pre-party, whumper's hands going down whumpee's body making sure they're all dressed and in shape for showing off, finally ending with a pat-pat on the cheek and "look at you, outshining me."

Pats an arm after a beating, revealing just how hurt whumpee still is as they hiss in pain and clutch protectively over the spot

Or with captive whump, whumpers pretending to sympathize and whumpee jerking their face away with a grimace

Mocking little slaps with the rhetorical questions and "huh? Huh?" Turning into real slaps when whumpee doesn't answer

Light slaps to whumpee's face to make them flinch toward the camera

[artistic-freedom-enjoyer]

desperately need more stereotypically noncon whump tropes used in completely nonsexual whump scenes

weeks after being rescued whumpee finds a video of their torture on the darknet with millions of views and sickening comments

whumpee worrying/thinking that whumper is right about that whumpee being high on the pain means whumpee likes what whumper is doing to them

whumpee who is fine otherwise until someone does something relatively mild that whumpee associates with the whump. whumpee getting instant flashbacks and being reduced to a shell of themselves for the time being / pales immediately, not getting out a single word, completely frozen like a deer in headlights

rescued whumpee worrying that everyone who interacts with them secretly harbors the desire to hurt whumpee for their own enjoyment. that no one can see them as human, that everyone sees them as just a punching bag

whumpee who freezes with wide eyes at the slightest sign of violence against them

whumpee who is incredibly embarrassed about what whumper did to them

"it's your fault you look so punchable" / whumper victim blaming whumpee

whumpee being scared caretaker might drop their act and behave like whumper