Threats - Blog Posts
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
Current aesthetic of my brain is a whumpee who seems powerful and dangerous to outsiders, but in reality is under the thumb of someone who both treats them cruelly and controls their every move 💖
‘Don’t move.’
Whumpee’s brows furrow as they stand in front of the wooden structure nailed to the wall. What’s whumper going to do this time?
‘Back against the wood.’
Whumpee takes a careful step backwards, hoping, if they press hard enough against it, they’ll just disappear.
‘Each time you flinch it’s another lash.’ And with that, whumper drew their knife from their pocket, and threw it.
B : *contemplating using physical force to get information out of A*
A : *not looking up from whatever their doing* I know what your thinking. And if you try it, your health bar is gonna be so low your going to need more then just 3 strong healing items.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
This post is old, but you are STILL ABLE TO GET AHOLD OF TUMBLR STAFF in an emergency: this just happened to me recently. All you have to do is email SUPPORT@TUMBLR.COM and they will handle the situation for you. Thanks for passing this along, guys!! xo Kate
so quick (we're workin both ends)
author: soda_coded
summary: Leona loses another game and wins a different prize. Ruggie always acts like he's losing but Leona thinks he likes playing the victim.
Some pretty obvious threats of harm & harassment going on with people over on my reddit page 5 months deep in. "Hated" what's on there.
Reddit deciding it means nothing & does nothing
Whump Tropes: Threats
Everyone loves a good threat, they come in so many flavors.
Whumper silencing Whumpee’s babbling or screaming with a knife to their lips. A small smile when Whumpee flinches.
“If you keep trying to squirm away from me, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”
Whumper lightly tapping a hammer against Whumpee’s kneecaps.
“Remind me, are you right or left-handed?”
“Tsk tsk, you remember what happened last time you tried that, don’t you?”
Whumper tossing a handful of ‘stalker photos’ of Whumpee’s loved ones at them. Whumpee immediately obeying every command when it’s no longer just their life on the line.
“You always try to run. Well lucky for you, I’m a problem-solver. You need legs to run, right? So, what if I just…”
“Of course you want to be a good pet for me. I know you don’t want to end up like them.”
Whumper gripping Whumpee by the chin, digging in their nails when Whumpee refuses to answer the question.
“I’m going to break one bone every five minutes until you tell me where Caretaker is. Let’s start with your fingers. Count for me, would you?”
Whumper finally pulling away from a bleeding, exhausted Whumpee. Whumpee takes a small breath of relief until they see Whumper turn the knife on Caretaker instead.
Similarly, “Oh, you thought I was going to use this on you? No no, I want you to watch them scream today. You know what you have to do to make it stop.”
“Open your eyes! No - watch. I swear, I will cut off your fucking eyelids if I have to, but you are going to WATCH.”
Whumper gently dragging the tip of a knife along Whumpee’s thigh the moment they talk back to Whumper, giving them a moment to correct that pesky attitude of theirs.
“I’m going to give you ten seconds to stop struggling. Ten. Nine. Seven. Four…”
“Scream for me. That wasn’t nearly good enough. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”
Nothing like a good old-fashioned knife to the throat. How the Whumpee immediately stills, trying not to breathe as the blade bites into their skin.
“Trust me, daring. You don’t want to see me angry.”
“If you don’t eat this, I will force it down your throat one bite at a time. I have all day.”
Whumper quickly re-asserting dominance by pulling Whumpee’s head back by a fistful of hair.