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whumperofworlds · 3 months
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I fucking love self sacrificing idiots.
Give me characters who would do anything for Whumpee, and will literally die for Whumpee if they need to. Give me characters who will take a bullet for Whumpee. Give me characters who will take torture for Whumpee (BONUS if they have a phobia!) Give me characters who will protect Whumpee at all cost!
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chaotic-orphan · 8 days
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Intoxicating Fear - Masterpost
Ongoing Series
“Oh yes,” said Omen, tone reminiscent. “Old Mentor went mad trying to stop me, poor dear.”
“You drove him crazy! You weaponised his own mind against him,” Kit said, hatred colouring his voice. Omen smirked.
“I was going to do the same to you,” said Omen, his voice flowing through Kit’s ears like liquid silver. “It’s a favourite of my many gifts. Not at all fit for combat like lightning or water, but I can break you without breaking a sweat. Even before I took your mind you couldn’t lift a finger against me.”
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Omen.
It was a whisper, a rumour, the bogeyman - nobody who met him lived to tell about it, or if they did, they didn't remember. Almost everything about him was unknown until he drove Mentor mad and claimed the notoriety for bringing the world's greatest Superhero to heel.
On his first solo mission, Kit, the hero Malyn, gets far more than he ever bargained for. Omen takes Kit as a trophy, a play-thing, a puppet - addicted to being Kit's biggest fear.
Will Kit escape Omen, or is he doomed to be Omen's puppet forever, or worse... end up like Mentor - mind melted, hospitalised, and scared of his own shadow?
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Kit Mallory (22) — Malyn
Kit showed incredible promise in the young Hero Academy and was offered to be Mentor's sidekick, the greatest Superhero in the world. Kit took the offer, Mentor taking him under his wing as if he were family and soon that's what they grew to be; family.
After Omen attacks Mentor, Kit's entire life is uprooted, unraveling before him and he's consumed by vengeance, promising Mentor he would avenge him. He just didn't expect to meet Omen so soon, so suddenly, so unaware.
He’d be damned if he let Omen know that.
Oskar Ambrose (26) — Omen
Not much is known about Ambrose. That’s the way he likes it. The less people that know about him the better, and yet, there was something about Malyn that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something like a puzzle that he wanted to solve.
Never before had anyone made Ambrose not want to use his powers to force them to submit. Malyn… he was like the gift that keeps on giving— life is too short not to abuse a Hero every once in a while. If during the course of his meddling it happened to further his own agenda, well — that would just be an added bonus.
Chapters
Part one - Introductions
The Old Fairground
A crude awakening
Instant Regret
Breaking balls
Know your place
Part two - Homeward Bound
6. Welcome home 7. The Great Escape 8. A visitor comes a-knocking 9. Much needed alone time 10. Reprieve
Part three - A devil’s bargain
11. A deal with the devil 12. Breakdown 13. Family time
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Guys I finally made a masterpost of intoxicating fear!!!! Oh my god it was such a pain trying to find the last update but now I don't need to! YAY! Also, just purely stole Whumblr's HIWTHI masterpost template but listen... if you wanna be great you got to look at the greats okay - it's like a masterclass in masterposts and blog organisation okay?
Also if you are waiting on updates for this series - don't worry, the next part is on the way, even get a cheeky sneak peak at the chapter title ;)
BUT if you ARE waiting and you need some whump to satiate that URGE and you haven't read Whumblr's HIWTHI - before you thank me, you are welcome - AND IT's completed so no wait times - okay ENJOY!
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whump-or-whatever · 1 year
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Whumpee believing that it's their job as the most scarred one to shoulder the burden for the team
Yessss Anon. An absolutely amazing trope. (I’m thinking scarred both emotionally and/or physically)
I love that ‘I’m already a lost cause, why corrupt anyone else’ thought process. I also love when the team is like, ‘no, we’re not gonna let you do this’ and the whumpee simultaneously is like ‘I’m doing it anyway cause it’s my duty’ and ‘why tf do you guys care?’
That absolute inability to understand why others would see value in them or want to protect them gets me every time. The self-sacrifice as instinct, where there’s absolutely no other line of action in whumpee’s mind. They know what they have to do and they do it without hesitation or second thought.
And the team just has to watch as whumpee takes on more and more of the consequences until they become little more than a dumping ground for trauma and pain.
But the whole time whumpee just plows through, pretending like everything is fine, they can handle it. Better them than the others, right?
I might have taken this farther than you intended Anon, but it really is a beautiful scenario.
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whumpitlikeyoumeanit · 3 months
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Whumpuary 4
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Whumpuary prompts should theoretically make up one cohesive narrative, though I'm not currently putting in the effort to flesh out the story around the prompts just yet. I have good intentions to do so eventually. Masterlist. Oh yeah and they're totally out of order, chronologically.
((content warnings: Hostage situation, execution, character death, animal attack (snake), Avada Kedavra, parental betrayal ))
promptspiration: @whumpuary 04: Kneeling
Whumpee: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Whumper: Voldemort, Lucius a bit Pairing: Harry/Draco whump type: self-sacrifice fic type: Deathly Hallows "Voldemort learns Draco hooked up with Harry" AU
This whole battle of Hogwarts needs to be rethought a little, because I'm not at all trying to rob Neville's badass moment and all, just needed to also get Draco there. Also placeholder Harry/Voldemort conversation is placeholder.
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They marched on Hogwarts. His father held him at wandpoint, but it was pure theatre. There was nothing he could have done to run or resist anyway. Not after so long.
A line of resistance trickled out to meet them on the grass before the splintered doors — teachers, older students, Aurors, parents, adults who had come somehow to fight. It didn't seem that Harry was among them. His father's grip on his arm tightened painfully, and in a moment Draco saw what his father did — his mother was over there, on the other side. She was staring at him, and it was so powerful it almost hurt, to see her again after all these months, and she looked healthy and whole. But on that side… His relief turned to bitterness and he could only bow his head with clenched teeth, willing her silently to run away so that she didn't die. 
Voldemort stepped ahead of his army, subtly flanked by Bellatrix and Snape. His amplified voice rang out around them, echoing behind each of their minds. 
"Your final hour is drawing to a close, Harry Potter." At a nearly-imperceptible gesture, Draco's father pushed him forward and down, and he ended up kneeling at the Dark Lord's feet, facing the defenders. He could feel the tip of a wand at the back of his head. One thought from Him and it was all over… 
"How many more lives must be lost to your futile pride? Who else are you willing to sacrifice to save yourself? I take no pleasure in this." Liar. "But I have given you my word, and I will keep it. When your time is up, I will execute Draco Malfoy and move on to every man, woman, and child who stands between us." 
"I wasn't avoiding you, Tom." The line shifted and let Harry walk out between them. Draco's eyes widened — how could he let himself be here? How could he let himself be caught? — and he shook his head, until the Dark Lord grabbed a fistful of his hair to stop him. 
Harry met his eyes and gave him a soft smile. "It's all right, Draco. Just hold on." He looked at peace and Draco hated it, hated everything about it. He needed to be angry! Defiant! He needed to run away, or have a plan, or anything, not just give up! He was the only hope…
"I take you're ready, then?" 
"Yes." Harry didn't even draw his wand. He just looked at Voldemort, and then he looked at Draco. 
"A wise decision. Avada Kedavra!"
And Harry fell.
"No!" He wasn't the only one who cried out, but he was the only one of those close enough to reach him. Yet Snape got there first, blocking him away from Harry's body, checking for a pulse.
There was commotion behind him, and Draco only then realised that the Dark Lord had fallen, and Bellatrix was leaning over him. Please be dead, his mind chanted. Please let the curse have rebounded again. Please be dead. Please have killed yourself properly this time. Please be dead.
"He's dead." But the voice came from Snape, not Bellatrix. It was the wrong one. 
"No!" Draco doubled over. "You idiot!" he yelled through his tears. "What's it all for if you just die?" 
The Dark Lord snapped for Bellatrix to get off of him and regained his feet. Draco's father grabbed his arm to get him out of the way and hissed "Get up!" in his ear. 
"Thank you for reminding me, Lucius. Nagini."
He was still on the ground when the snake struck. Fangs filled his vision, and then the stabbing pain of a bite, and then again, and his veins seared as venom coursed through them and blood poured out onto the grass. His father's voice yelled out, and Voldemort said coolly, "Such are the wages of treachery. You didn't really believe I'd let that live…"
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lumpofwhump · 2 years
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Whumper (or someone else) privately offers Caretaker an easy way out of their own catastrophic situation. A situation they’ve tried to play down for Whumpee’s sake, but is quickly coming to a head. The only condition for receiving help with their own personal crisis is that they betray Whumpee.
There’s a good chance that that their refusal won’t actually protect Whumpee from the threatened harm in the end, and there’s nothing close to a guarantee that Caretaker will find another solution to their own problem. Everyone else who knows the whole situation says it wouldn’t be wrong for Caretaker to put themself first, that Whumpee isn’t worth ruining their own life over. But Whumpee’s already dealt with so much abuse and abandonment, and as much as Caretaker is afraid of what will happen now, they won’t let themself add betrayal to the mix.
Caretaker refuses the deal, resolving that Whumpee will never find out it was even offered.
Whumpee does find out, though, long after the fact. And, even though Caretaker’s attempt to protect them didn’t succeed in the end, Whumpee is gutted.
Why would Caretaker throw everything away for someone like them?! Caretaker had always been nicer to Whumpee than they had any right to expect, and now this… they don’t know what to make of it. They almost wish there would be some catch, something Caretaker would demand of them for their loyalty, that would make the situation less confusing and scary, and would let them feel less horribly guilty.
But when Caretaker - having made it through their own hardship - rescues Whumpee from the harm they couldn’t actually prevent, there is no cost, no trap. Just long, comforting hugs, and as many reassurances as it takes that Whumpee was worth it.
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faofinn · 1 year
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No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN
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Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”
Ever since the other pack had injured Harrison, Fred’s pack had been half at war. They were hard to find, but there had been scraps, at the fringes of territory where nothing mattered. Nothing but blood and teeth and claws. They’d all scrapped, Fao covered in scratches and bruises more often than not. 
Harrison was recovering well, but the fighting continued, tensions raised whenever the two packs met. It meant the clinic was busier than ever, alongside their usual caseload, and they had to be very careful of the visitors to the sanctuary. 
Fao had just finished a clinic shift with Steve and Finn, and was stretched out on the sofa enjoying a cup of tea before he headed home. He considered shifting, instead of going back, and spending the night in the forest, but he was undecided. Fred’s cooking was also a pretty appealing thought. 
That was when a scent caught his attention, over the antiseptic smell of the clinic, and the cat fur on his top. Smoke. It wasn’t that unusual, out in the country, people often had bonfires. But this smelt different. And it smelt much closer. He sat up, putting his mug down. 
“Can you smell that?”
Steve looked up, putting his own cup down. He took a moment, his face darkening. "Smoke. Let me check. We might need to get the animals out."
“Let me help.”
"There’s no alarm yet." Finn spoke up, grabbing the response bag. "Probably just a bonfire too close."
“I don’t know, it smells different.”
"No point speculating." Steve murmured. 
“True.” Fao agreed, getting to his feet. 
"I'll take the clinic if you want to check the sanctuary?"
“Yeah, I’ll go and check the fenceline.” Fao said, heading out the back door and towards the open space that was the sanctuary.
"Make sure you've got the radio!" Steve called, heading in the opposite direction. 
“I’ve got it!” Fao shouted back, lifting his head to sniff the air.
Finn headed through to the pens while the others explored, prepping for evacuation. They were unsettled, and that worried him; they seemed to know something was up. He padded from cage to cage, fingers through the bars as he chatted away to them. 
Fao checked the fence line around the sanctuary, jogging along it to try and be as quick as he could. He couldn’t see anything, and the scent faded the further he got from the clinic. Concerned, he doubled back, grabbing his radio. 
“Steve? Finn?”
"Anything your end?"
“Nothing. Can’t even smell it.”
"Shit." Steve broke off to cough. "Get back here, get the boarders out. We've got a fire in the storage by the theatres."
“Fuck.” Fao muttered, turning to sprint back to the clinic. “Why have we not had an alarm?” It was mostly a question to himself, as he pushed back through the door and into the clinic. The smell of smoke was much stronger now, and he could feel a flash of fear from his wolf. He headed straight to the pens. “Anyone with treatment needs?”
"I've got two dogs on fluids and one cat." Finn replied. "The other three should be okay."
“Okay. We can get them out easy enough.”
"I've called for fire." Steve said over the radio. "Get who you can out, I'll be right over."
“Cheers Steve. We’ll get them out, I’ll warn Sheila what’s going on, given she’s not far.”
"This wasn't an accident." 
“Let’s just get everyone out.”
"Everything has been cut out." Steve coughed over the radio. "We've got no alarms."
“Be careful, Steve.” Fao said. “Finn, have you got these? I don’t like Steve on his own.”
"I'm fine. I'm coming back to help."
“Be careful.”
"Yeah, I'm trying to." He replied, slightly snarky.
Fao huffed, and left Finn with the animals, heading to where Steve had said he was. He didn’t want the older man getting hurt. 
"Fao, what the fuck? I told you to help Finn, to get out."
“You’re fucking around doing something stupid, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
"I'm trying to save what I can."
“Let me help?”
"Go and help Finn."
“No. Finn’s fine.”
"Get yourself out. I'm not having you get hurt."
“I’m not leaving without you.”
"Fao, please. Listen for once in your life."
“I listen plenty, when you’re not doing stupid stuff.”
"I'm not doing stupid stuff, I'm trying to make sure everything is off and not going to explode. I'll be fine, I'll be one minute and then I'll be right behind you."
It was getting hotter, and Fao’s wolf prickled as the smell of smoke got stronger. “If I help it’ll go quicker.” 
"Precisely. Help Finn." Steve said, ignoring Fao's real point. 
Fao rolled his eyes and just mucked in, checking all of the isolation switches were right. 
"You've done enough, Fao." He said from beside him. "Come on, we need to go."
“Only if you come with me.”
"I'll be right behind you."
The store room was cluttered, typical of just how busy they’d been, and Fao quickly spotted one of the empty oxygen cylinders they’d been storing in there, awaiting collection. The flames lapped at it, and a hot flash of fear ran through Fao. They were never reliably completely empty, and it was a huge risk. “Steve!” He shouted. “Get out, get out now!” He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed out, before he shifted and lost control. That wouldn’t help the situation at all. He bolted from the building, straight out to where Finn was waiting with the animals. 
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greykolla-art · 6 months
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Every day I wake up and think:
“At some point Izzy realised how out of control things had gotten, and started putting himself in between Ed and the crew, as much as he could. Especially when Ed was too drunk/high to even know what he was doing. Cause Izzy doesn’t want the others to suffer more for his mistakes.”
“They are all bonded through shared trauma now.”
And every day I cry like a baby.
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whumpster-dumpster · 6 months
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Do you have any prompts for older sibling whump?
Sure, here are a few!
Having nightmares about losing their younger sibling(s)
Trading themself to the enemy for the younger's freedom
Stressing/overworking themself to take care of the younger
Parent(s) favoring the younger and neglecting the older's needs
Younger Sibling shocked to see Older Sibling cry for the first time
Older Sibling weakly giving Younger instructions on first aid for them
Whumper blackmailing them by threatening their younger sibling(s)
Throwing themself in front of a blow that was meant for the younger
Younger trying to use the same comfort techniques Older always uses for them
"You told me you were okay! You lied to me! Why?" "I'm your big sibling. It's my job to be okay."
Sibling rivalry escalates too far. Now Younger's actually hurt Older Sibling and is scrambling to fix it
Whumper forcing Younger Sibling to torture the older, Older tries to keep a brave face and assure them they can take it
Younger pranking Older Sibling with something they fear and realizes it's too far when Older totally panics/breaks down
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echoingalaxies · 2 months
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Love it when each member of a team is a self-sacrificing idiot so when they're all captured and Whumper says the only way out is for one of them to be brutally tortured they pretty much compete who "gets" to be the one going through that because none of them can handle the thought of letting any of the others do it.
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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months
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He didn’t realise what capture meant for his friend. For his never-smiling, always-glaring friend. His friend hid the fear so well. Hid it with sarcasm and long, trailing curses until their captor threatened to gag them.
When his friend spat in their captor’s face and was dragged away, he called out: “You can’t hurt them.”
And he believed it. They were iron-forged.
His friend didn’t come back for hours. Sometimes he could hear screams. Staccato, broken off screams, like they’d been cut off with a sharp blow.
When his friend was dropped to the cell floor—crimson hand-shaped smears left behind— the world snapped beneath his feet.
His friend couldn’t be—
That couldn’t be his friend.
Shoulders shaking as they sobbed? Their glare replaced with terror? No. No no nono—
Their captor came back for his friend. This time, he lunged against the chains. “Don’t fucking touch them!”
The screams came faster this time, dragging on and on and on.
He thought, if he could, he’d rip his ears off. If only to stop the screaming.
The bleeding screams. Open-mouthed horror. Why were the walls so thin?
His friend was kicked into the cell and they collapsed almost instantly. They didn’t move.
It was a long, quiet night.
In the morning, their captor laughed as they grabbed the bleeding shape that was their friend.
He spat the words out. “Coward! Take me instead!”
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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 11 months
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Whump Prompt #1133
Your character is so desperate for praise that they purposefully take dangerous missions/tasks/overwork themselves just to hear the words ‘I’m proud of you.’ 
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whumperofworlds · 4 months
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Whump Dialogue
"Are... you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"I'm... glad..."
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studyofwhump · 1 year
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Whump Prompt 261
“I’m surprised you were the one to volunteer. You almost seem eager to.”
Whumpee glared at Whumper as henchmen tied their hands behind them and forced them to their knees. No, they weren’t happy to sacrifice themself, accept their end sooner than they ever imagined. But this way, their team would be safe from Whumper. Their team’s safety, their family, that was more important than their own life.
And they knew Whumper would be happy enough to take it themself.
“Just get it over with,” Whumpee growled back at them. “I know you’ve been wanting this for a while.”
“Hmm, not just yet.” Whumper smiled and knelt down in front of Whumpee. Whumpee couldn’t hide their look of growing concern and confusion.
“Don’t get me wrong, I fully intend on killing you myself,” Whumper grabbed their face and pulled them forward, “But I want to have some fun, make you hurt more than you ever imagined before. A quick death is just too easy for you, and not nearly satisfying enough for me.”
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whump-or-whatever · 2 years
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Love the idea of whumpee being singled out by whumper because they were the only one in a crowd of people to stand up against them.
Maybe whumper is taking control of a large group of people and wants them all to kneel, and whumpee is the only one who won’t. Maybe whumpee interrupts whumper’s monologue to call bs.
In any case, it is this defiance that draws whumper to whumpee. It makes whumper want to break them, make an example of them, show to the rest of the world how even the strongest of opponents fall easily before whumper.
But of course, whumpee will not give in easily. They might very well die before they compromise their morals and submit to whumper. Whumpee has to set an example, show others that you can and should stand up to people like whumper.
Cue a battle of the wills.
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hurtcomfortguaranteed · 6 months
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On the run from their attackers, Pacer chooses to sacrifice himself to save wounded big brother Clint, in 1960's Flaming Star.
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MacGyver 2x9 CD Rom + Hoagie Foil
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