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[whumpist]

Hi! I'm Whumpist.

While everyone is welcome here, please proceed with caution! The dove has been dying for a while.

Reblogs will be centered around the following tropes:

Manhandling, restraints, scared whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, carewhumpers, multiple whumpees, kidnapping, lab whump, NSFWhump

You will rarely, if ever, see the following tropes on my account:

Nonhuman characters, ladywhump, environmental/whumperless whump, fantasy/royal AUs, romantic subplots, sickfics, recovery arcs, living weapons

Masterlist under the cut.

The Archives:

Writing Disabled Characters:

Exisiting Disabilities

Healed Scars -> I've linked to my original post, but I'd highly recommend checking the reblogs, as a lot of people have added some really interesting facts and anecdotes.

Sleep-Wake Disorders

Invisible Disabilities

General Posts:

NSFWhump Prompts: Threats

Give Your Characters Go-Bags

Whump Movie Archive: Link & Info

Quick Snippet of My Writing

Quick Whumperless Whump Idea

@lockboxt - Fandom-Specific Whump Writing

Seperate Masterlist

Currently writing for The Black Phone.

It's a new account, but fandoms on here will include Andor, Marauders, Spider-Man, Voltron, and (rbs only) Project Hail Mary

Honestly this is just a general acc to rb whatever the fuck I want, in order to keep this acc whump-specific. If you go to check LockBoxt out,,,goodluck, man, idk

[whumptober]

Trope Vote 2026

It's July! That means this years trope vote is now OPEN!

It's open for everyone to vote on their favourite tropes - including many highly-requested additions from your 2025 honourable mentions!

The vote will be open until the 27th of July.

We aim to have the prompts list ready for the end of August.

If you want to chat about your favourite tropes, the Discord Server is always active for our wonderful community of whumpers.

Finally, if you're looking for a comprehensive list of the tropes, then here are the A-Z lists that Surro put together some time ago:

The Grand List of Whump A-H [X]

The Grand List of Whump I-Q [X]

The Grand List of Whump R-Z [X]

We can't wait to get the WT ball rolling this year!

-Mods Surro, Yenn, Vanne and Kitty <3

Whumptober 2026 Trope Vote

The Trope Vote is back! Choose as many - or as few - of your favourite prompts as you like from the list below. This helps us greatly when d

[nikoriis]

don't make this harder, please

[jelicatessen]

@definesupposedtobe can we talk about your tags because j e s u s c h r i s t

[whumpist]

breaking containment to speak about Italian Mannerism for a second in relation to this incredible fanart i have a LOT more i could say about this but tldr is, @definesupposedtobe when you said "slightly tilted perspective on madonna and child", you're so close to touching on Mannerism and Mannerist renditions of Madonna & Child that I just had to yap about it (@nikoisme thank you for drawing their incredible tags to my attention and inspiring this) (also i am of course aware that this painting is a ref to ivan and his son. idc. get headcannoned)

brought to you by an art history major

Emerging out of Rome and Florence in the early 16th century, Italian Mannerism was created during a period of significant religious and political turmoil that both inspired and inhibited the artistic production of the time in equal measure

It is important to recognise that Mannerism is not a free-standing, independent art movement, and instead acts as a bridge between the stylistic and conceptual gaps between the Renaissance and the Baroque in a transitory period that spanned from 1520-1580

Subjective and expressive artworks known for their distorted figures, vivid colours, and lack of static forms

A tendency towards distortion often lent itself to asymmetrical compositions, a style that carried over into the Baroque period due to the ability to create a sense of movement across the picture frame, often with the help of strong diagonal foundations (here, we look at Stratt's arm, cutting the pictoral frame -- and Grace's body -- nearly in half, and how there is signfiicant utilisation of diagonals and asymmetry within the work in order to further heighten the 'wrongness' of the image, the horror and grief displayed in it)

This prioritisation of the suggestion of movement was present throughout the Mannerist period and, as a result, artists frequently turned to subjects associated with the passage of time (e.g., Biblical stories associated with the life/death of Christ, deposistion from the cross, etc) (and of course, this work and the entirety of PHM is about time, and the utter lack of it. Grace would've have gone, Stratt would've have sent him, if they had more time. The artist's caption, "don't make this harder, please", is taken from the book(?), and was said by Stratt after she gave Grace three hours to accept his fate)

In contrast to the closed, defined spaces and fixed viewpoints so favoured by Renaissance artists, space seems to extend into infinity beyond the pictorial frame, with side boundaries even being removed entirely in certain late Mannerist works

Mannerists basically invented putting images from terrestrial and celestial spheres onto one canvas, which became a touchstone of all future Christian iconography (dare I say it. where do I start)

Agitation of clothing/drapes often used to imply movement

Priviliging composistional tension and asymmetry, intensity of feeling and [religious] emotion, importance placed on conflict and diversity (all accurate to this work)

Colour (vivid, brighter and often complementary colours) (Grace's jacket) being prioritised over line, with the intension of speaking first and foremost to the audience's emotions

now, let's talk about Grace's pose, and how incredibly, inherently Mannerist it is. Its 1am and im going the fuck to bed, but below the cut is Madonna w the Long Neck and Deposistion from the Cross, both excellent examples of Mannerist conventions. Pay attention to the pose of jesus, and then look again at how Grace is posed in Stratt's arms:

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Journey

Led to the car by two men and with two guns pointed at them, Whumpee didn’t even think about resisting. They were too numb. The fear inside them seared through them like ice, shattering in their stomach and reaching out to their limbs, slowing them down, up to their brain stilling their thoughts.

The only thing they could think about was:

It’s all going to happen again.

A soft poke in their side with the nuzzle of the gun encouraged them to get in. They looked over the roof of the car, past Whumper who was expectantly looking at them to get in. They ignored him, and looked at their friends, at Caretaker, who all looked as numb and dumbstruck as they felt.

They flashed a little smile. Trying to encourage not just their friends, but themself as well; it was going to be alright. Right? Right guys?

Their smile faltered as soon as the car door slammed shut behind them.

And to their horror, Whumper joined them in the backseat.

“That was a good farewell,” – a goodbye, Whumpee told themself – “No screaming, no abundant tears,” he said. He cast a side glance at Whumpee, who just looked the other way, out the window. “No deaths. You did well not to put up a fight. Probably saved them all.”

Whumpee took a deep breath as the car drove past their friends. They were shouting something now, Caretaker raging and pointing at them. They couldn’t hear. It didn’t matter. They all couldn’t save them last time. They couldn’t save them now. Whumpee had already accepted it. They’d made their choice. It was okay.

“You’re upset.”

They didn’t realise their cheeks were wet with tears until those words.

“Come, dear, come here.” Whumper held out an arm, inviting them in.

“No…” But the hand slithered over their shoulder to grasp around their neck. He slowly bend them towards him, lying down over the backseat. “No, no, don’t, I don’t—no!” Their initial struggle quickly died out as a he squeezed their neck in warning. Still muttering their objections, they followed the hand meekly until they lay down in his lap. Their shoulder resting against his abdomen, head on his legs. They turned away, not wanting to look up at him, and just stared at the back of the driver’s seat.

“Why?” they just asked after a few moments of silence, where he stroked the nape of their neck, brushed away the few tears that hadn't seeped into his pantleg.

“I think you know why.” He gently took hold of their chin and tilted them to the side so they could look up at him. Cold eyes stared into theirs. “Because last time, we weren’t finished yet.”

Whumpee suppressed a sob. They wanted to look away, hide their fear, but the grip on their chin turned bruising.

“If we had...” Whumper continued, “you wouldn't have hesitated... back there. You would have obeyed. You would have fallen to your knees without thought. Right in front of your friends.”

“You will never get me at that point.”

“I think I can, darling. And I think you know it too. I know what it is you fear. It’s not the journey. God knows you’ve already been through it all. And you took it. Took it all. No, it is not the journey. You’ve already been down that road. What you fear, is who you will become at the end.”

A broken mess. A shadow of their old self who will obey without thought. Whumpee turned away again, pondering his words. The journey… they mentally scoffed at that. What a gentle way to say months of torture, punishment, beatings… They did fear that pain. Everything that was about to happen again, everything they thought they’d escaped.

But yes, they also feared what it would do to them. Would they eventually lose their defiance? Would they slowly and gradually give up, trading pieces of their pride to avoid the pain, until they realised at the end, they didn’t have anything left to trade? Or would they be able to hold on? Grasping at that last bit that made them them.

Whumper felt them shudder. “It’s up to you how long this journey will take. Could be short... after all, you learned a lot from last time. I doubt we will have to go through the full spiel again.”

Fingers found their chin again.

“What I do need to know, before we get back,” Whumper left a short silence, making sure he had their attention. “How long do you think this journey will be. You don’t need to answer now,” he crooned, and his fingers retreated. “You’ve got the whole ride to think about it.”

And so he let them. For the rest of the ride they mostly sat in silence. Every now and then, Whumpee tensed up in his lap but relaxed again moments after. No doubt trying to make a decision while troubled by old memories resurfacing, reminding them of what lay in store, guiding their thought process. Whumper couldn't help a smile every time he felt a hitch of breath, feeling them tense in his lap, wondering which lovely memories were brought up.

He didn’t probe them, just enjoyed having them close again, stroking through their hair, thumb swirling over their shoulder.

“Why are you being so sweet?" Whumpee murmured. Not that the gentle touches were welcome.

“Why, because I missed you. I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” He looked down at the figure in his lap, who still stubbornly refused to look up. “Don’t get used to it. I think it’ll only last while we’re in this car.”

“And you’ll go back to the regular old Whumper.”

He smiled at that. “The one you know so well.”

Smooth highways turned to winding off-road paths, grit crunching under the tyres, making them bump and shift in his lap. By now, they no longer fought it.

Deep in the forest, the car drove through entrance gates and came to a halt on a white grit driveway, surrounded by grass lawns.

“Come, dear.” He gently lifted their head from his lap and scooted out of the car.

Whumpee followed awkwardly, their limbs all stiff. Their stomach sank as they looked up at the mansion, eyes drawn to the window on the 2nd floor of the west wing.

“Welcome home,” a whisper brushed in their ear as Whumper stood next to them.

The words, being back here and seeing their prison, brought back everything at once. Panic surged through them, fear gripped them tight, all telling them to run. They cast a wild glance over their shoulder, but the entrance gates were already flanked by two men with automatic guns. Not an option. The walls of the mansion kept them in, reminded them of the futility of it all. And as quickly as it came, the panic receded. A desperate but calm resignation washed over them and they followed their captor to the house.

On the front steps Whumper turned and stopped them half-way, looking down on them.

“Before we go in, your answer.”

Whumpee nodded and after a beat simply took the last few steps and pushed past him so they stood on the same step as him, the landing in the middle, but they still had to glare up to meet his eyes. Equal footing, but not quite.

“I think it’s going to be a long journey.”

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Tag list: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @painsandconfusion

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Mine to take

“Please… don’t. Leave him out of this.”

“Hmm, and why would I do that?”

“Bec–” Whumpee stalled, everything inside of them screaming at them not to finish that sentence. Fear cut off their voice. Their breath stalled in their throat. Memories flashed through their brain to remind them what was in store for them.

Whumper leered down at them, to his captive sitting on their knees in front of him, lazily waiting for them to finish what he wanted them to say.

“Because I’ll go with you,” they said breathlessly, peering up with a desperate glance.

Whumper wet his lips, slowly in a single motion. biting down a little on his tongue as he kept eye contact. It made Whumpee’s skin crawl.

“Will you?” he challenged, eyes flicking between Whumpee and Caretaker.

“No,” Caretaker growled.

“Yes!” Whumpee said over him, demanding eye contact with Whumper. “Yes.”

“God, you know me so well. You learned so well. Sometimes I wonder who is pressing whom here.” Whumper laughed to himself. “I love it when you look up to me like that all desperate. And don’t you know it. You got so good at begging just with your eyes, baby, god it’s gorgeous. You begging to come with me.”

Whumpee wanted nothing more than to avert their eyes.

“Get up.”

As Whumpee got to their feet, Whumper took a step towards them getting up close. He slid his hand over their neck to the back of their head, brushing through their hair, and pressed them towards him until their forehead rested against his shoulder. It wasn’t a hug; just a display of power, really. Mine. He felt them shudder, felt the tiniest pull of resistance, and smirked over their head to Caretaker when he felt it fall away and they relaxed against him.

“I’ll be taking what’s mine, then.”

[whumpd-up-kicks]

A character who's been shot is captured by enemies/bad guys. They're bleeding badly, and their captors need them alive. The bullet is removed, and the wound is poured with alcohol and bandaged tightly - none of it is done gently, and, being tied up (and maybe gagged), they can do nothing but scream and cry out in pain while enduring the rough treatment.

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumper who is physically larger than whumpee restraining whumpee with their body.

Whumper pushing whumpee against the wall and pinning them there with whumper's hand on their wrists.

Whumper grabbing whumpee from behind and holding them tightly so whumpee can't move their arms.

Whumper pushing whumpee belly down on the ground and holding them there with one foot on whumpee's back.

Whumper holding whumpee's wrists together from behind.

Whumper holding whumpee up off the ground by whumpee's wrists, or by their ankles.

Whumper pinning whumpee to the wall and pinning them their by whumpee's throat.

Whumper knocking the legs out from under whumpee and grabbing whumpee by the hair when they fall to their knees.

[marsadler]

A reminder that darker fiction has a right to exist and explore themes that people are uncomfortable with. Yes, even if it's romanticized. Yes, even if you personally don't like it.

Authors have always written about things that they don't agree with morally, and I hope to god they always will, despite how shitty people treat them for doing that now.

[madlori]

So there's a ship I'm seeing fairly regularly on my dash that, like REALLY squicks me. It's a NOTP for sure. It makes me really uncomfortable. I'd prefer not to see content about it.

So I blocked the tag.

I did not a) send anyone anon hate, b) post in the tag about how much I dislike it, c) judge the people who DO like it, d) write diatribes about how the ship is toxic and problematic and immoral and the people who enjoy it are problematic and should be cancelled, e) even say what ship I'm talking about or what fandom it's in.

Notice that the onus is on ME to avoid something I'd rather not see. It is not for the people posting about it to change their habits or stop enjoying their thing (so far everyone's being good about tagging but I'm sure some will slip through, that's just life in the big city). My dislike of this ship is a ME thing, and my dislike does not translate to it being inherently bad, or that those who like it are bad, either. Not liking it is not a moral crusade on my part, it's just a personal preference and should be treated as such, and my responsibility to avoid it.

It's not like this shit is hard, y'all.

[sleepy-dog-boy]

I love a defiant whumpee that slowly loses steam over the course of captivity, but never gets less defiant.

Starting out biting and kicking and screaming, lashing out at anyone who gets close like a rabid dog.

When they run out of energy to thrash, they’re spitting insults, hurling threats and curses at everyone in earshot.

By the time they can’t shout anymore, they’re sneering and flipping the bird at anyone who can see them.

Once all they can do is lift their head, they raise up just enough to glare and spit blood at their captor.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker picking an injured Whumpee up off the floor and pulling them into their lap, back against their chest.

Whumpee being semiconscious, only able to manage a groan as their head falls back against Caretaker’s shoulder.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Look. Sometimes you've just got to tie up that protagonist, okay? Factually. It needs to happen. For character reasons. Let's watch how they squirm trying to escape. How their mind works when they can't rely on their body. Do they panic? do they charm? Do they go still? Is it an absolute breeze for them to escape, barely a hindrance? Or are they well and truly contained? How does their face change when they realize that? Does their stoic nature wash away? Turn to pleas and panic, knowing they can't help those they care about? Or do they turn animalistic, growling and snarling and wrenching at their restraints? Shouting threats, fighting with their words? Do they realize they may hurt themself in their struggles and stop or do they not care about that? What happens when you add a gag into the situation? Muffle their cries and threats into incoherent babble. Do they still try to speak or do they get quiet? Study how their mind works in such a situation and learn about them. ...and appreciate the squirming and noises that they make, along the way.

[whump-whump-whos-there]

Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.

"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."

[whumpist]

Hi! I'm Whumpist.

While everyone is welcome here, please proceed with caution! The dove has been dying for a while.

Reblogs will be centered around the following tropes:

Manhandling, restraints, scared whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, carewhumpers, multiple whumpees, kidnapping, lab whump, NSFWhump

You will rarely, if ever, see the following tropes on my account:

Nonhuman characters, ladywhump, environmental/whumperless whump, fantasy/royal AUs, romantic subplots, sickfics, recovery arcs, living weapons

Masterlist under the cut.

The Archives:

Writing Disabled Characters:

Exisiting Disabilities

Healed Scars -> I've linked to my original post, but I'd highly recommend checking the reblogs, as a lot of people have added some really interesting facts and anecdotes.

Sleep-Wake Disorders

Invisible Disabilities

General Posts:

NSFWhump Prompts: Threats

Give Your Characters Go-Bags

Whump Movie Archive: Link & Info

Quick Snippet of My Writing

Quick Whumperless Whump Idea

@lockboxt - Fandom-Specific Whump Writing (& Rbs)

Seperate Masterlist

Currently writing for The Black Phone.

It's a new account, but fandoms on here will include Andor, Marauders, Spider-Man, Voltron, and (rbs only) Project Hail Mary

Honestly this is just a general acc to rb whatever the fuck I want, in order to keep this acc whump-specific. If you go to check LockBoxt out,,,goodluck, man, idk

[iamafkrn]

can we just agree that, while flinching is really heartbreaking, going limp is sometimes just so much worse?

Because flinching implies that the whumpee expects violence, while going limp implies that they are used to it

[whumping-valentine]

Daily Drabble #35

Content: Intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, implied noncon/SA, pinned down

Hands pressed down on Whumpee’s shoulders, pinning them down to the firm mattress. Whumper’s body weighed down on top of them, making it virtually impossible to move. Their body and arms were crushed under their weight, only able to slightly shuffle their legs and turn their head. It all put pressure against their bruises, but alongside the sleep deprivation and constant fighting, Whumpee was much too tired to complain. By the end of the torturous day, Whumper liked to have a different kind of fun with their plaything.

Leaning down closer to their captive’s face, they could both feel the other’s body heat. Whumper's breath agaisnt their neck made Whumpee shutter, twisting their head away. No matter how many times this happened, they never got used to it, face scrunched and blushing in discomfort.

“Come on now, Whumpee, don’t be difficult,” Whumper said quietly, softly, kissing their cheek in a way that was all too slow and intimate, “I can make it hurt, you know. Stop resisting.”

Whumpee whimpered, feeling their eyes begin to water behind closed lids. Whumper leaned over to the side to meet their lips, causing further squeaks of protest to come from their captive, simply just exciting Whumper more as they squirmed around beneath them.

Whumper kissed them, though Whumpee kept their lips firmly squeezed shut, Whumper's tongue roughly grazing, trying to push past. Whumpee again twisted their head away, but there was no escaping the assault. Suddenly Whumper moved one of their hands from their shoulder to their cheek, pinching it as hard as they could, forcing Whumpee to open their mouth in pain.

By this point Whumpee would stop fighting, letting it happen as their tongues mashed together. It was disgusting. They wanted to spit them out, to push them away, to wipe their mouth, but they couldn’t. They were overpowered in every aspect. They began to disassociate as Whumper rocked their hips against them.

They had never felt more like a helpless object.

[firemind411]

Restraint and Control.

-> Struggling until completely devoid of energy — then going limp.

-> Restraints that are technically for safety.

-> Whumpee continues testing the cuffs with extreme stubborness before realizing they won’t budge... A deep sadness settles in their eyes.

-> Caretaker having to restrain them — and hating every moment of it.

-> Being sedated while crying/begging.

-> Being pinned down during treatment. Whether it's by Whumper or Caretaker... doesn't matter... It'll give them nightmares for sure.

-> “This will hurt” said gently, firmly... also doesn't matter.

-> Strapped tight, flinching before they’re even touched.

-> Being held down while begging them to stop.

-> Restraints left on longer than necessary, friction adds to the agony of the situation.

-> Being restrained and surrounded by medics as they are treated more like a subject instead of a person. Medics talking about them like they're not even in the room listening and fully aware.