If I tell you this is a horror dance number it still won't prepare you. That last move was so terrifying even the judge was like "Let go! Let go!" If you told me they're actually possessed I'd believe you.
The music is a remix of the song Mere Dholna from the Bollywood movie Bhool Bhulaiyya, a remake of the classic Malayalam horror-comedy Manichitrathazhu. It's about a young bride that seemingly becomes possessed of Manjulika, a dancer of the ancient royal court whose tragic death has turned her into a vengeful spirit, one who evokes the wrath of the goddess Durga Kali. In the iconic scene that is repeated across remakes, the groom and his family discover his bride dancing in the dead of night in a manic, disassociative fugue, wearing a moth-eaten dancer's costume and a face smeared in kohl, ash and vermilion. She's hallucinating that she's Manjulika dancing carefree for the court with her lover. The upbeat music is deliberately incongruous with the pathos and creepiness of the scene in reality, especially as it crescendos in the bride's head to the moment when the king decapitates Manjulika's beloved in a fit of jealous rage.
This specific number is by the all-male troupe B Unique, performed for the Indian reality talent contest Hunabaarz. It's a modern fusion based on Bharatnatyam that turns up the creep factor by 200% and is basically a showcase of contortionism and synchronicity. One of the most perfectly choreographed and executed dances I have ever seen. Truly incredible!
The group is still taking their work across the world's talent shows. And yes, that guy is hypermobile enough to do that with his neck. XD
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Rescuers have to muffle Whumpee’s cries as they’re being rescued.
In this mission, every sound risks being discovered. To complicate things, whumpee is gravely injured. Every touch elicits a scream. Every slight movement jerks their broken limbs. Disoriented and terrified, Whumpee doesn’t understand why there’s a hand clamped over their mouth, or the voices hissing for quiet, or why they’re being taken. They’re not with it enough to understand they’re being helped, brought to safety. All they know is that it hurts. They try to twist away, weakly fighting, but firm hands hold them in place.
The rescuers hate it. The fact that they are hurting someone who has been hurt so many times before. Continuing the torture. Knowing that to whumpee, they are but another Whumper. But with the enemy so close, relief must wait. For now, all they can do is whisper empty apologies and try to ignore the screams.
Whumper torturing a captive whumpee so often that whumpee starts reacting before they feel any pain.
Screaming before any contact is made. Begging for mercy before they're hit even once. Flinching at the cell opening. Tears forming as whumper caresses their skin. Desperately trying to negotiate their own release while whumper prepares their weapon of choice. Of course, whumper could play into this and torture whumpee without ever touching them. After all, why break what's already broken.
"nonono wait--" whumpee jerks away. whumper laughs. "You don't even know what's in here!"
Whumpee blindfolded, something cold touches their throat and they hiss in fright
Whumper just walking in the room and whumpee freezes
Whumper stops smiling and whumpee gasps, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Or "whatever you think I did--i didn't fucking do it!"
"what? I'm barely touching you." --whumper. Whumpee, shuddering in fear under whumper's hand on the nape of their neck: "I'm not scared. I'm just cold."
i see your "whumpee getting choked to unconsciousness and waking up and the assault is still happening" and raise you: whumpee breaking down and begging for whumper to choke them so they don't have to be conscious for the rest of it, or at the very least, can miss most of it. "please i'll whine or fight back or do whatever you want to make it fun for you, but *i can't be awake for this part*"
"oh whumpee," whumper says, smiling. they seem almost gentle, stroking the side of whumpee's tear-streaked face. their body continues moving, rocking against whumpee, forcing their hips together. "you really shouldn't have told me that."
confusion fogs whumpee's already disoriented mind. confusion, fear, horror, desperate need to not be here anymore.
"this is what i want," whumper whispers to them. their body presses down even closer, moulded to whumpee's, rocking more than thrusting now. "this. you, like this."
"please. please, i'll do what you want, please, choke me. choke me. i can't- i can't do it, i can't-"
whumper's moan is loud and satisfied. "yes. that. like that. thank you for telling me what you need. god, you made this so much better."
their hands go nowhere near whumpee's neck. whumpee is awake and unable to escape everything happening to them, and whumper stays on top of them, clinging to them and stroking every inch of their skin, holding them close and tight, long after they both climax. long enough to be able to go again, the whole horrible process starting all over again. whumpee's neck is untouched except by whumper's lips and tongue, and they're awake for every long, horrifying, devastating moment.
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Slammed into the coffee table by the arm twisted around their back and whumpee chuckles, eyes looking toward whumper, though they can’t quite see them. Whumper pins their other hand to the table by the wrist.
“I upset you that bad, huh—ach!” they break off as whumper twists harder, and whumpee’s body reflexively twists away in panic and pain, but whumper stops them with a knee to their side and pushes even harder.
“Wait wait wait I’m not struggling, I’m not strugglING FUCK YOU,” whumpee gasps harshly as the pressure increases. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Fuck! I’m sorry, please…”
The pressure lets up just a little.
Whumpee grimaces, freezing in place, hoping they’ll release them. Whumper removes his knee from their side, and whumpee forces themselves to stay in the same position, panting with little vocal breaths that begin to come in shudders.
“Begging, are we?” Whumper grins.
Whumpee groans and stomps the back of their foot into the carpet under their legs angrily.
“Still throwing a fit?” The pressure increases and whumpee whines, unconsciously shifting away before they stop themselves and force themselves to shift back.
“Ple-hease,” they let out a single sob by accident.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” A tear drips down over whumpee’s nose.
“Yes you do.” The pressure increases, whumpee struggles, the knee comes back, the twist gets harder until something pops and whumpee screams.
“I want you to stop! Please stop!” The cries sizzle through their teeth as more tears flow now.
“Shut up.” Whumper releases them a little, listening to them cry, voice breaking in sobs, gasps hitching in their shoulders. “Not like that.”
“I-I’m sorry sir, I broke the rules, I talked back, I-I—um, I’m just sorry! Okay?” Whumpee bites back another “fuck you” and adds, “I’m begging—I’m begging you to let me go!”
Their head is lifting off the glass table and whumper lets go of their wrist to slam it down by the temple.
Whumpee’s free hand clenches but they don’t move.
“I want you to remember this,” whumper says.
Whumpee wants to scream curses at them.
“Yes sir,” they say through a broken voice. Every second is agony.
“When I touch your wrist, that’s a reminder. Don’t waste my time with your bullshit again.”
Oh, so you get to curse, but I have to be little miss prissy over here.
But whumpee just cries.
“Good.” Whumper says. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Whumpee nods against the palm on their temple. In case that isn’t enough, they add,
“Yes, it does…”
Slowly their wrist is being released. Thank God for that. Thank God it’s slow because fucking shit, it hurts even more now. Like the injuries are just registering. Whumpee gasps and bites their lip so they don’t scream again. They don’t want to piss off whumper any more than they have. Whumper finally releases them, stepping back, and whumpee grinds their teeth at what they’re about to do, without even being told.
They get their knees under them, lean onto them, and shuffle around to face whumper, bowing and cradling their wrist.
“What do we say?” Whumper asks.
Good, he liked that. Fuck him.
Whumpee shudders, trying not to even growl in anger. Everything they feel, everything, has to be shut down or whumper will hurt them even worse.
“Th—” whumpee gasps for another breath, steeling their will. “Thank you.”
God, I love exhaustion whump. It’s just so lovely. Everything starts to blur together and you’re no longer in control of yourself. It’s like being drunk.
Writing prompts
Yes and here are some more things that happen with exhaustion!!
Skin becoming so sensitive that every touch lights up your entire nervous system, becoming a gentle but constant torture if whumper won't leave whumpee alone
Headaches, noises become sharp and painful, every word is like those horrible semi truck brake sounds (you know what I'm saying? I hate those things)
Developing a migraine that lasts into the next day
Finding their head drooping forward wanting to sleep
Legs giving out suddenly and whumpee collapses, only to be reprimanded by whumper. "You are asking for it, whumpee."
Through their teeth, vision swimming, "I'm trying."
Leaning against a wall, arm trembling just to stay up
Hallucinations. Flinching at whumper's voice at their shoulder and there's no one there.
"please. Five minutes. Just five minutes. I'm begging you. I'm begging you, okay? You asked me to beg. I'm begging. Please." As tears come to their eyes.
beeen seeing alot of notes of people saying this inspired them to finally do their landry. i am filled with so much emotion that i might finally fold the landry i did a few days ago. maybe
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let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
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