Random List Of Whumpy Things I Enjoy:

Random list of whumpy things I enjoy:

Internal bleeding/coughing up blood

Leaning against a wall for support, their legs give out and blood smears down the wall

Sarcastic whumpees

Suicidal whumpees/whumper getting annoyed because death threats don’t work on them like “I’ll fucking kill you” “I’ll help.”

Scolded for things like: bleeding on something, not smiling (“your prettier when you smile”) passing out

Whumper calling whumpee dear/darling/sweetie etc.

Whumper being so incredibly sweet to whumpee, combing hair with fingers, bandaging/caring for cuts, washing them, wiping away tears

When the whumper takes advantage of old cuts/wounds, ripping open, kicking stab wounds

Wanted to share a short scene from my WIP, please do not use!!

“How can you do this to me?” They scream, blood dripping from their lips.

“Because I want something.” She says calmly, her hands toying with the knife in her hand, as though they're not dying at her feet. “And you are going to help me get that. Imagine, you and I, the Endlist has taken control of everything. We are on top of the world, darling. I want you to work with me, that’s all I want.”

“I don’t want to hurt anymore.” They say, it feels like surrender, it feels like failure, they tried to be a good person, they tried to do what a hero would do, save the world and shit.

“It’s a win win, Frankie, we both get what we want.”

“You’ll leave Blaire alone?” They ask, quietly.

“If we have you, there’s no need for her.”

“And you never fucking touch me again?” They are so tired, the end is here. It’s over.

“Of course,” she laughs.

Frankie stares into her shallow, dark eyes, something they do have in common. They try to make excuses to themself, I would have died if it continued like this. I can’t take it anymore, I might be sacrificing the world but I just can’t take it.

Does that make them selfish?

Or does it mean they're human? Just trying to survive.

We are selfish animals, we only truly care about ourselves, and in that moment that’s all they could think about. They are not any different, they are only human.

“Fine.” They breathe. Yaz’s eyes light up with delight.

“Perfect.” She sighs, relief in her eyes. “May I remind you of the many times you said you would never help me?”

“It’s funny what pain can do to you,” they say, repeating what she once said to them, their hands shaking. She smiles, a look of approval on her face.

She also said that she would break them, they had told her it was impossible, but here they are, completely fucking broken.

whumpee can't even tell if whumper has drugged them or if the constant, intense torture has just pushed their mind too far that nothing seems real.

they hear screams that they can only assume are theirs. they see blood, too much blood. their body is wracked with sensations, but they're too detatched to process it as pain. or as their own.

and when a flood of strangers enter the room, with noise and lights, and lift whumpee's broken body onto a stretcher, whumpee assumes that it has to be a hallucination their dying mind created.

Literally my whole book lol, I love it sm

Death is a mercy you don’t get

I am so obsessed with any “but I’m going to make you wish I had killed you” line

Hot blood dribbling over whumpee's lower lip as they lay belly down on the ground, bruised and beaten.

Whumpee spitting blood and forcing themselves up on shaking hands and knees until they stand, swaying on their feet, vision swimming.