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I never really thought about it until I noticed it as a common theme in my work, but I consistently find myself drawn to wet hair as a whump detail. It’s such a small thing, but the aesthetic of a character soaked in sweat as their hair hangs in damp strands over their eyes, or a character drenched to the bone with wet hair clinging to the sides of their face? Unmatched. I can’t quite explain what’s so compelling about it, but I will be using it everywhere…

Strong characters who don't show any fear. Even when captured. Even when they're on their knees, with their hands tied behind their back, when a fist or boot or weapon is about to connect with their face. They don't glance up in fear, they don't flinch, don't attempt to make a miserable attempt to fight back or run. They don't beg or plea. They simply take it.

They're not resigned. They're just biding their time. And waiting.

Injury Prompt #996

Chased while injured

Stoic Whumpee who grips Caretaker’s (or Whumper’s) clothing in white-knuckled fists and teary eyes when they are physically unstable and can’t stand on their own

That’s all folks!

A group of Whumpers who kidnapped Whumpee for the sake of it The whumpers don't have a cell in their basement or a room dedicated to torture- No. These Whumpers simply throw Whumpee in their garage and keeps them tied up there As all these whumpers have their fun with Whumpee, it's all being recorded on handheld camera. The footage is shaky and grainy but the image of Whumpee all bloodied and bruised is unforgettable

Perhaps one of the Whumpers is more gentle towards Whumpee, sometimes they pause the recording and take the moment to take care of Whumpee's wounds. Giving them encouraging words and saying that they need Whumpee in tip top shape While another one of the Whumpers is truly sadistic, the worst one of them all. They love the look on Whumpee's face when they pull the hammer off the tool rack Just...whumpers who never really had a goal with Whumpee, they don't want a pet or anything, they just want a toy. A thing to hurt for the sake of it

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

Spellcasters hate this fact but if you just stick your fingers in their mouth while they're casting a spell with a verbal component it's literally more effective than a counter spell.

yeah sorry for giving you those weird new kinks. do you want me to make it worse

The bidding to choose Whumpee's death had been raging hard for seven days. Now, the countdown to closing was at an end. They strained at their bonds. It was as useless fighting it now as it had been from the beginning. Whatever the rich bastards who won this auction wanted to do to them, they would do. There was no stopping it.

But when Whumper read the email from the winner to themself, the look on their face was one of revulsion - and that terrified Whumpee more than anything that they had seen or heard so far.

"Well," Whumper said, grimacing. "There's no accounting for taste."

Two henchmen came in and Whumpee was unbound for the first time in over a month. Not for long. They were dragged kicking and screaming toward a flat table, strapped on their back to the surface and left helpless once again.

They wailed piteously as Whumper strolled over, a thin rag in one hand and a large, opaque jug in the other.

Whumpee started to sob. They should never have let slip that their fear was suffocation, never because they knew what this meant. They were going to be waterboarded. Drowned where they lay, and because of the cloth, Whumper could do that to them as many times as they wanted.

"Please," Whumpee whimpered. "Please don't waterboard me, please, I-"

Whumper shook their head. "This isn't water."

Whumper popped the cap on the jug and the smell that hit Whumpee's nostrils was unmistakable.

Vanilla extract.

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.