A lil place for all things whumpy

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maxkirin

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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Assassins

“Below are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.

In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.

In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.

The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.

Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).”

So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…

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This is super useful to know!

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and not just for writing!!

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HOLY FUCK

HOW MANY HOURS HAVE I WASTED TRYING TO FIND HEROIN PRICES ON THE INTERNET WHAT A GREAT DATABASE

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I needed this

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Actually useful. Sometimes incognito isn’t enough.

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and suddenly my life just became much easier

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I’ve heard of this before but the GIFs made it better 

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On conditioned whumpees...

Y'know, I think one of the things that people get wrong with conditioned whumpees is their rules. Specifically, when a whumpee was in long term captivity/training and they later get released or escape.

Most people write them as latching onto a caretaker or new whumper, and begging for new rules so they know they're doing something right. A new set of laws to live by, a new framework to behave to.

And that's... not really how conditioning works.

Conditioning means automatic reactions. Your body doing something that was trained into you without consulting your brain first.

There is no decision making. There is no choice. The trigger hits, and you are immediately performing the correct action regardless of anything else.

You're told to kneel? Your knees have already hit the ground. You're supposed to be standing in one part of the house when a certain noise is made? You've launched into movement before you even realize what you heard.

These rules are woven into the fabric of your body. And they are insurmountable. The conditioning overrides emotion, internal conflict, hesitation, beliefs, wants... everything.

Your whumpee may very well hate what is being done to them, and after the moment has passed they're cursing themself and their whumper. They're still a person on the inside. And that person is still very much alive. Most of the time, they will have some level of awareness that what's being done to them is wrong. They'll be angry. They'll be hurt. And they will hate that there is nothing they can do about it.

But the next time that trigger occurs, the response still hits them exactly the same.

So now take your whumpee out of that situation. They ran away, were rescued, were sold. They got out. Now they're with new people, a new caretaker, a new whumper. Or they're on their own and trying to make their own way in the world.

But those conditioned responses are still there.

There's no turning them off. You don't just replace them with new rules. They are in your every fibre. They have been built into the very framework of who you are.

The next time someone says the word "kneel", your knees are on the ground again. No matter where you are, or who you're with. The response happens before you can stop it. If they don't know why, everyone looks at you like you're insane. And you feel like you are.

Deconditioning is an agonizing process that takes more effort than I can even begin to describe to someone who's never experienced it.

Every time they hit that trigger, that response will still be there. Over, and over, and over, and over.

Breaking those rules down takes YEARS. And it is a constant effort that the whumpee has to choose to undergo every single time. Progress is measured milimeter by milimeter. You're told to kneel, and you kneel. You're told to kneel, and your mind catches up with the fact that you already did it— but a little sooner than it did before. Then a split second sooner. Then as you're doing it. Then you feel the impulse just before your knees hit the ground. Then you have a split-second of resistance before you go down. On and on and on and on, inching toward progress despite the fact that you're fighting with all your might. And that progress is anything but linear.

You don't just start obeying new rules. You don't latch on to your caretaker's new way of doing things and drop everything that you were conditioned to do before. These rules don't just get replaced.

Conditioning is not a belief system. It's a flinch response. Programmed deeper than the instincts you were born with.

You can be ordered not to obey the old command, and moments later when the trigger comes, you will anyway. Because in conditioning, the action comes before the choice.

These rules, these laws of your existence, come above everything else. And if your new whumper wants to replace them, they are going to have to beat the new rules into you so often and so severely that the pain becomes stronger than the old conditioning. At which point, the newly desired response will very, very slowly start to take over.

You're not swapping out new rules. You're layering new, worse conditioning on top of the old. And your brain will spend time stuck in that split-second between both responses before one finally grows stronger than the other. And even then, the change will not happen quickly.

That is what your conditioned whumpee is up against. That is what makes it such a horrible—HORRIBLE— and powerful tool.

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Fucking awesome

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WHUMPCEMBER DAY 31

Hearing voices


"I love you. And I know you love me too."

Whumpee sobbed, and pressed the pillow harder over his ears. He would do anything to be able to just not hear whumper's voice. All of the time, whispering in his ears. What was wrong with him ? He was free now.

"You'll never be free. You belong to me, sweetheart."

- Stop that...

Whumpee whimpered and bumped his head against the mattress. He whispered again, his voice high-pitched :

- I can't hear you. You're gone. Leave me alone!

"Oh love. You know you can stop that. Just join me, and we'll be reunited forever. You'd love that."

No. He knew very well what the voice was implying. His hands turned into fists.

"Say you love me. Say it. Say it."

Whumper's voice was so sweet, so loud. Whumpee cried harder, and screamed into the pillow.

- SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP-

He yelled as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and jerked away. But the hand grabbed his arm, gently but firmly, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Caretaker. He grabbed his shirt tightly, sobbing shamelessly as the bigger man rubbed his back soothingly.

- Get it out, get him out of my head, please...


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HC for an easily scarred whumpee.

A whumper who doesn't want to hurt whumpee. Not really. They just want to make pretty marks on their beautiful whumpee's skin. Just to show whumpee who they belong to. So Whumper just makes shallow cuts. Just enough to leave lighter marks on whumpees skin. It's not hard, after all Whumpee's light skin scars very easily. Whumper also santizes their knives. They don't want their darling Whumpee to get an infection. Whumper doesn't necessarily WANT to hurt their precious Whumpee so they rub salve on the shallow wounds and wrap whumpee in fluffy blankets afterwards. They aren't inhumane after all. They care about their Whumpee very much.

A whumpee who is satisfied with the cuddles and affection from whumper so much that they will endure the light cuts and scars on their skin.

Should I write this???

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The Ghost in the Machine

Living Weapon Whump for the 2025yearofwhumptropes

content: medical setting, noncon drugging, living weapon whump, memory loss, restraints, dehumanization, bound

Day 1. #20159

He woke with a searing flash behind his eyes, the kind that split his skull in two and left the edges of the world smeared and formless. It blurred his vision to the point he could hardly make out the edges of the hospital bed or the faces around him. What he could recognize was the sterile tange of antiseptic singing his nostrils.

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silly-scroimblo-skrunkl asked:

HII OMG !! brainwashed/hypnotised whumpee that tries to convince caretaker/teammate/whoever to become like them during a rescue attempt .. bonus points if they're all excited and giddy about 'helping' their friends :333

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Sorry it took me so long! Been busy lol

TW: Pet whump, brainwashed whumpee, mention of past violence


Pet waited in their room, just like they were supposed to. The door wasn’t locked, but they never opened it. They weren’t allowed to open the door.

They simply sat. And waited.

When they heard the footsteps and voices outside the door, they put their book down and knelt with a smile. They were so excited to thank their master for the new book, so excited to please him and be praised-

But it wasn’t their Master that opened the door.

They recognized Teammate right away, although it took a few moments to remember their name. Their time with the team was a long time ago. They didn’t like to think about the past.

Master didn’t like them thinking about the past.

Still, their lips turned upwards a bit at the familiar face. Teammate stared for a long moment before taking a small step forward.

“W-whumpee? Is that y-”

Pet flinched, hard, barely stifling a whimper. “Pet,” they corrected hastily. “My name is Pet, my name has always been Pet.”

Teammate froze, trying to process the change. “Whumpee, you don’t have to… it’s me. The team is on their way, we’re getting you out of here.”

Pet frowned in confusion. “Out? I’m not allowed to leave. I don’t want to leave. Good pets don’t want to leave.”

Teammate raised their hand to their mouth slowly, closing the distance between them and dropping to their knees in front of Pet. “D-dont say that, Whumpee, of course you want to leave! Whumper, he kidnapped you! He hurt you!”

“Only when I was bad, and I’m not a bad pet anymore. You don’t understand!” Pet pouted for a moment… before slowly looking up at Teammate, eyes lighting up. “But… but you could. Teammate, you could be such a good pet, and then we could be together! Master is very good at training pets, you know.”

Teammate stood up suddenly, horror dawning in their eyes. “No, no way! Whumpee, you’re sick. You need to get out, get help. The team will be here any moment, we need to leave!”

“I can’t leave, Teammate. I’m a good pet, good pets don’t leave, but you can stay! I can help you, Teammate! You’ll be so happy here with me, I promise.”

“No.” Teammate was shaking their head in disbelief, tears coming to their eyes. “I will save you, I will drag you out of here if I need to, but I won’t stay with you. You’re insane to even suggest it! You’re not a fucking pet, and neither am I!”

Their blood ran cold as they heard a voice behind them in the open doorway.

Whumpers voice.

“You sure about that, Teammate?”