Wish I Had Resources Like This When I Was A Teenager. Reblogging Because I Hope Someone Who Was In A

Wish I had resources like this when I was a teenager. Reblogging because I hope someone who was in a situation like mine was makes it out alive.

Turn based sex. Take as long as you need to think of a strategy.

Yep. I can say with 100% certainty too that if I can do something about it, I absolutely will. Had to deal with a stalking situation for my baby sister (she was 9 at the time) a boy older than me comes asking for her. Told him to fuck off. He didn't. Not until I stepped outside with my pistol, made sure he could see me cock it, and he left a dust trail down the road. I was 15 at the time.

If I can do something about it, I will

A brilliant way to hurt older sibling characters is by messing with their younger siblings. I say this an eldest child - it is awful when there’s nothing you can do to help your little sibs. It feels helpless and infuriating. Doesn’t matter if you’re facing severe weather or someone is physically hurt or if it’s psychological. It sucks when you can’t help your little sibs.

It's me. I'm the whumpee again. I dislocated my shoulder when I was 8, I got hit by a car. There were a couple of other injuries, had to wear a back brace for a while, but the shoulder was the worst one. My dad had to hold my other arm down and the paramedic had to sit on my legs because I kept trying to squirm away. It HURT.

My fiancee dislocated my shoulder again a couple of years ago, and I did the exact same thing Sam did. Slammed my shoulder into the wall to shove it back into place. My fiancee looked like she was ready to rip my head off. She's CNA certified and I was an EMT at the time. I'm well aware how stupid that was, but healthcare is expensive and I don't have that money.

Dislocated joints are actually very fun whump concepts. Think about it:

First you have the initial injury. Be it a dislocated shoulder, hip, knee, all potential locations are dehibilitating, losing the use of that arm or being unable to walk, etc.

Also that every time the whumpee tries to move the dislocated limb they risk making it worse and intensify the pain.

Then... then you have treatment. Forcing a dislocated joint back into place is NOT FUN. Not for the whumpee, not for the caretaker. And if someone inexperienced tries and messes it up... oh boy oh boy we making it worse!

And of course you have all the issues that might come about after the joint is fixed, such as strained muscles, sprained ligaments and tendons, nerve damage, vascular (blood vessel) issues, stiff joints/osteoarthritis... the list goes on.

Anyway thinking about this bc someone I know irl dislocated both their knees on separate occasions, (and it took like four medical professionals to put it back in place). Also I remembered a scene in Mom's Night Out (2014) where Sam dislocates his shoulder and instead of letting a medical professional set it he slammed. His shoulder. Into a wall. And shoved it back in place. In the storming emergency room. In front of the receptionist. I cringe every time.

🥲👍 right in the feels god-

Fingerprint

"Caretaker…"

Whumpee mumbled out. They crawled slowly to Caretaker, reaching for their dead body. "Answer me…"

Whumpee held Caretaker's hand, searching for any warmth but they found none. Caretaker was cold. So so cold. They put two fingers on the pulse point and exhaled shakily when they couldn't feel anything. Whumpee shook Caretaker's body, their tears dripping down onto Caretaker's face.

"Wake up…wake up…!"

Whumpee cupped their cheeks with their bloodied hands. They rubbed their thumbs around it, feeling the soft skin. "Caretaker, please…please…don't leave me…!"

Whumpee leaned in closer and before they could give Caretaker a goodbye kiss, a pair of arms wrapped around their waist from behind. Whumper pulled Whumpee into a tight hug. Embracing them, soothing them and comforting them.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Whumper tightened his hug, sighing softly. "Shh…it's okay, dear." Whumpee kept kicking and thrashing in Whumper's grip. They didn't seem to calm down anytime soon so Whumper turned their body around, keeping them close.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Shh…shh…it's okay. I will take care of you."

"No!"

Whumpee placed their palms on Whumper's chest, pushing them away. Whumper sighed, tightened the grip around Whumpee's waist as he brought up another hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. 

"Listen—"

"No! Let me go! I hate you!"

"Listen! Hey, hey…dear, look at me. I said, look at me."

Whumpee teary-eyed looking up at Whumper. They sniffled as Whumper brushed away their tears. "I will take care of you, okay?"

Whumper said gently. His gaze softened as Whumpee's shoulders slumping down, finally relaxing around them.

"You will follow me, okay?"

"H-huh? To where?"

"To our house."

Whumpee lifted Whumpee up, carrying them in a bridal style. Whumpee tensed up again, they squirm around in Whumper's arms. "N-no please…please…don't take me away…!"

Whumper pressed a finger against Whumpee's lips, silencing them. "Shh…we don't want to wake up the dead now, do we?"

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Goddamn-

Masochist whumpee who messes up simple tasks to get hurt by their master. When whumper notices this they get very angry and decide to show whumpee what real pain feels like

CW: torture, masochism, sadism, emotional and physical abuse

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single bulb casting eerie shadows on the walls. Whumpee stood trembling, their fingers fumbling, either in excitement or fear over the broken vase pieces scattered on the floor.

They knew the routine by now, the cycle of mistakes and punishments that had become their twisted solace. They longed for the sharp sting of their master's wrath, the only connection they had left in this world.

Whumper entered the room, their eyes narrowing as they took in the scene. "Again?" They hissed, the word dripping with venom. "You can't even handle a simple task like this?"

Whumpee's heart raced, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling in their chest. "I'm sorry, Master," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to..."

Whumper's hand shot out, grabbing Whumpee by the collar and lifting them off the ground. "Don't lie to me!" they roared, shaking Whumpee violently. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You want me to hurt you, don't you?"

Whumpee's eyes filled with tears, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Master... I... I just..."

Whumper's grip tightened, their eyes blazing with fury. "You think this is pain? You think you know what real pain feels like?" They threw Whumpee to the ground, their voice low and menacing. "I'll show you what pain really is."

Whumpee curled into a ball, their body trembling as they awaited the inevitable. Whumper disappeared into the shadows, returning moments later with a thin, cruel-looking whip. They cracked it in the air, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

"Get up," Whumper ordered, their voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Stand up and face me."

Whumpee struggled to their feet, their legs shaking uncontrollably. They met Whumper's gaze, a mixture of fear and desperate longing in their eyes. "Please, Master... I..."

"Silence!" Whumper snapped, raising the whip high. "You want pain? I'll give you pain."

The first strike landed with a sickening crack, the force of it sending Whumpee crashing to the ground. They screamed, the sound raw and guttural, echoing off the walls. Whumper didn't stop, the whip lashing out again and again, each blow more brutal than the last.

"Is this what you wanted?" Whumper snarled, their voice growing more frenzied with each strike. "Is this what you needed?"

Whumpee's screams turned to sobs, their body convulsing with each hit. They could feel their skin tearing, the blood flowing freely down their back. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that consumed every inch of their being.

Whumper finally stopped, their chest heaving with exertion. They looked down at Whumpee, a twisted smile playing on their lips. "Now you know what real pain feels like," they said softly, their voice almost gentle. "Now you understand."

Whumpee lay on the ground, their body broken and bloodied, their mind a haze of pain and confusion. They had wanted this, hadn't they? They had needed this. But now, as the darkness closed in around them, they weren't so sure. The only thing they knew for certain was that they were completely, utterly alone.

Whumper wasn’t done. They dragged Whumpee by their hair to the basement, each step down the creaky stairs echoing with dread. The basement was a chamber of horrors, tools of torment meticulously arranged on the walls. Whumpee’s eyes widened in terror as they were shoved against a cold, metal table. Their wrists and ankles were strapped down with cruel efficiency.

"Now," Whumper said, their voice a chilling whisper, "let’s see how much you can really take."

They reached for a set of sharp hooks, dangling them in front of Whumpee's wide, terrified eyes. "no..." Whumpee pleaded, their voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Ignoring the pleas, Whumper pressed the first hook into Whumpee’s flesh, just below their ribcage. The hook dug in with a sickening squelch, and the guttural scream that escaped Whumpee was animalistic to say the least.

"Shh," Whumper cooed mockingly, twisting the hook slightly. "This is just the beginning."

Whumper moved with practiced precision, embedding more hooks into Whumpee's skin, each one drawing fresh screams and rivers of blood. Whumpee's body was a canvas of suffering, each hook a cruel reminder of their tormentor's power.

"Oh but whumpee.. Do you not enjoy this..?" Whumper cooed making whumpee shake their head so fast, that their ears started ringing. Or maybe that was because of the blood loss. They weren't so sure now.

"Why do you do this, whumpee?" The whumper's voice cut through the haze of pain, his words a cruel taunt. "Why do you crave this suffering?"

Whumpee could only whimper in response, their mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, and a twisted gratitude that they couldn't comprehend. The pain was relentless, a symphony of torment orchestrated by their own hand.

"Answer me!" The whumper's voice boomed, shaking them from their stupor. "Or do you need more?"

"I... I don't know!" Whumpee gasped, tears mingling with the sweat and blood on their face. "I just... I need..."

"You need me to show you what real pain feels like," the whumper finished, their voice low and chilling.

As Whumpee's screams subsided into weak, shuddering sobs, Whumper pulled out a thin, serrated knife. "You've been such a disappointment," they murmured, tracing the blade along Whumpee's thigh. "Maybe this will teach you to do better."

They carved slowly, deliberately, the knife slicing through flesh with a sickening ease. Blood pooled around Whumpee’s legs, the metallic scent mingling with the damp, musty air of the basement. Whumpee's cries grew weaker, their body wracked with uncontrollable shivers.

Whumper stepped back, surveying their handiwork with a satisfied grin. "You see," they said softly, "this is what pain really feels like."

Whumpee's vision blurred, their mind teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The pain was a consuming fire, burning away any coherent thought. All that remained was a raw, unfiltered agony that left them broken and hollow.

As the darkness closed in, Whumpee’s last thought was a fleeting wish for an end to the torment, a desperate hope that they would never wake to face their master’s wrath again.