Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.
Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.
Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.
Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.
Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.
The hero shivered in the cold, bundled up in a coat. Their ride was supposed be here a half an hour ago. Out of the blue, a lone taxi pulled up to the curb.
“Need a ride?” The driver asked.
The hero knew that voice. They peeked inside. The villain.
“Not a chance in hell,” the hero hissed. “Get out of here.”
“Come in,” the villain said. “What did I ever do to you?”
“Should I start listing things?”
“Come on. The snow’s about to start.”
The hero looked up. The sky was a concerning shade of grey. Freezing to death, or an unpleasant car ride. They briefly weighed their options.
“Fine,” the hero conceded.
They got right in the passenger seat and reached for a control knob. “But I choose the music.”
I think hand trauma is so good in whump tho. Like, burning the palms of the hands, cutting them, going deep enough to hit bone or crush them under a boot. Caning hands, causing permanent nerve damage, removing nails, cutting a tendon or maybe just tying them behind whumpee’s back, forcing them to try to complete tasks without their dexterity, leaving them tied so long that they feel like they’ll never be able to use them again. Being forced to work with bandaged, bruised fingers, dislocating a thumb whenever whumpee isn’t fast or smart enough.
Hand trauma ♥️ you feel?
- victim is given cuffs or a collar that effectively freezes them in place. They still feel the passage of time, and will still feel anything that happens to them
- victim is then placed in a public location (city square, atrium in a shopping area, central office, etc) and left in the hands of passersby
- their crimes are holographically projected from the cuffs/collar to alert everyone of the severity. Despite this, even petty crimes are often met with great force from passing strangers
- it is legal to shield victims. Kind strangers or loved ones may stand sentry around them, but must be wary of using force, lest they end up in the same position
- sentences cap out at 48 hours, but multiple sentences may be consecutively served with a day's break in between
- more severe offenses sometimes see the victim stasified in an isolated location, which is then broadcast to the public. This is meant to encourage anyone who was hurt by the victim to seek retribution away from the public eye, but it often leads to more extreme injuries on the victim, dealt by strangers who no longer fear the shame of a crowd
- anonymous mercenary groups can be hired to protect a victim---or hurt them
- the victim's eyes are always closed before stasis. This is to preserve their sight and reduce damage. It also means they never see what's coming.
Write a scene in which a character realizes they were wrong about something. Concentrate on what they are feeling. Here are a few examples:
--thought they were in danger but realizes they are safe
--thought they were safe but realizes they are in danger
--dreaded something that turned out to be fun
--looked forward to something that turned out to be awful
You get the idea. Bonus points if you do the exercise and its opposite.
genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
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Kisses that mean death.
Sirens kissing their prey as they drag them to the deep, letting the ocean seal their union.
Vampire kissing their victims as the bitten victim chokes on their own blood.
Snake-like monsters kissing their prey as they force the last bit of breath from their lungs.
Victims pleading for mercy as their words are swallowed up by tongues and lips and lust.
Kisses that mean death.
I’m a sucker for whumpees with scarred backs.
The criss-crossing lines, evidence of torn flesh and burns, layer upon layer of scar tissue built up until the original skin is essentially gone. The reveal when they take their shirt off. How it stands as a testament to their suffering. Mmmm.
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