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whump writers: what if I made a little guy really sad

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I just absolutely *love* cheerful whumpers. Like come on, those "dark and mysterious" whumpers are good, But there's already a lot of them! What we need now are whumpers who smile and giggle while cutting whumpee's skin. Whumpers who draw cute shapes into whumpee's skin while watching whumpee squirm and cry out in pain. Whumpers who speak threats as if they were chatting about their afternoon tea. There's just something about these whumpers that send a chill down the spine.

"Oopsie Daisy! Did I nick you there? My bad! But don't worry I'll make it up with something even more fun!"

"Absolutely perfect! Let's see if you can hit those high notes again hm?"

"Now, Now no need to be afraid! I promise this won't hurt.. much. But oh! The expressions you make are priceless! You're quite the artist with your pain, my dear"

And whumpee's just sitting there bound, looking at horror with how someone could be this insanely sadistic. And even if they did get out, noone would believe them. Because how could such a sunshine do such horrendous things!

#Wally is just having such a good time! #his idea of a good time is just actual murder and obscene violence but never mind all that! #He’s having fun and he’s sure everyone else is having just as much fun as he is!

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Content: Mouth whump, amputation, eye whump, gore, immortal whumpee.

There's something so good about immortal whumpees and the fact that their bodies can heal on their own. Limbs that can be ripped off, eyes that can be gouged out, teeth that can be pulled - repeatedly. No matter how bad the wound is, it'll just grow back. Sometimes the healing process might even hurt just as bad, but in the end it's like nothing ever happened.

#tortured so hard you reinvent catholic guilt #mmmm yes this is Ro’Tharoth #I have so much lore

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This has probably been done before, but I love the idea of a lab Whumper who is trying so so hard to be ethical. They would absolutely subject themself to any of the procedures they’re subjecting Whumpee to, but they don’t have [whatever trait whumper is studying].

They gave Whumpee the chance to join the study voluntarily, but when they refused, Whumper had to take matters into their own hands. This research will benefit the whole world, Whumpee’s consent and freedom aren’t more important than that… right? Right. They’re doing the right thing.

Whumper puts so much work into making their conditions as good as possible. Spends time with them to make sure their social needs are being fulfilled, lets them get an hour or more of sunlight almost every day, lets them choose what kinds of clothes they want to wear and what kinds of foods they want to eat. What brand of soap is in the bathroom connected to their cell room.

They’ll turn themself in once all of this is over. They’ve been keeping very detailed records of everything they’ve been doing, including all the crimes. They fully plan on losing their freedom permanently, and it’s a price they’re willing to pay. Their freedom is not worth more than the world, either.

Whumper always explains what’s going to happen in each procedure unless Whumpee asks them not to. They offer pain-killers and sedatives anytime a procedure might be uncomfortable or painful, unless they absolutely need Whumpee to feel it.

They plan out little wins for Whumpee. Ways for them to feel closer to escape, to feel in control. Little hidey-holes in their cell and ‘accidentally’ leaving things where Whumpee can grab them so they feel like they have some things that are theirs. Whumper ‘lets things slip’ about where they are. Whumper ‘decides against’ certain procedures when Whumpee begs or does something clever, and though they never actually planned on doing the procedures in the first place, it keeps Whumpee contented.

They give Whumpee updates on their family when asked. They push down the urge to distance themself, day after day. It’s tempting, to see Whumpee as less than human. It would make this easier on their conscience. But their conscience shouldn’t be eased, and if they’re going to abduct someone the very least they could do is remember always that they are a person and they don’t deserve any of this.

Unfortunately, it’s not about ‘deserve.’ It’s about ‘need,’ and the world needs this research.

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The Lord’s Favorite- Act 3 Drabble:

a lil context here. it will be helpful going in - however, I am not writing in chronological order! this is REALLY late in the story where the line between whumper and whumper has been truly and utterly fucked. so don’t worry if u aren’t picking up everything - I write for me.

Ethan stared at his hands. The god - no, the kid on the other side of the sofa was staring at the floor, presumably. He had never seen the man’s eyes behind the curtain of hair and shadow, but he could at least guess from the tilt of his head.

“Ro’tharoth,” he mumbled. The other flinched, curling up further into the corner of the couch. He would have chastised him for bringing his boots onto the furniture, but that was Before Ethan. Before Ethan would have never let god into his home anyway. He wouldn’t have broken every bone in god’s body. He wouldn’t even know what a thumbscrew is, let alone how to operate it. 

Before Ethan was a very different person than Now Ethan. Ethan did not say anything about the shoes on the furniture.

“Ro’tharoth. We need to talk.”

The newly human’s voice, childishly high-pitched and pouty, answered back, small and whispered. “Bout what?”

“You killed me. I tortured you. We need to talk about it.”

They scoffed, speaking in their usual short bursts of childish vocabulary and stumbling tongue, as if they weren’t used to their own mouth. Maybe they were - the little he saw of their “true” form, it was all mouths. “I fixed myself. You’re fixed too. No hurt. It’s ok now. No reason to talk.”

“We need to talk about what happens next. What… what to do next.”

“I am a god.”

He sighed. “Your brothers sent you here, and you’re human now.”

“Humans do not heal the way I do. I can put myself back together.”

“You still were hurt-“

“So?” The thing had no visible eyes, face shrouded in shadow aside from gnashing teeth and a gaping maw, but Ethan could just tell the not-god was rolling its eyes. “You did the hurting! It’s your fault. I don’t wanna talk to you.”

He sniffed, because he was not going to cry in front of the closest thing to the devil that exists. “You hurt me first.”

“You- it was-“ it sputtered, “I didn’t mean it! And you meant it. So there! That means it’s your fault.”

“You killed me! Tortured me! Thousands of times, and now you expect me to say it’s okay because it was an accident? It happened!”

“What you did. Not accident. Purpose. Worse.”

He sighed and wondered what exactly brought him here, the doll of a very disturbed child-god turned torturer of that same child-god then turned unfortunate makeshift-therapist for both himself and his… abuser? Victim to his abuse? God? Enemy? Whatever Ro’tharoth was.

“Well, we can play who’s fault is it forever, or we can try to…” Move on? Thank it out? The words felt cheap before they even spilled from his mouth. 

“No wait forever. Have to… do something. Try.” Ro’tharoth finally said, stumbling over the words

“Yeah. Let’s make a deal? You like deals, right?”

“No magic. Can’t make.”

“A human deal then, without magic.”

“Maybe.”

He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and looked the blind god directly in his metaphorical eyes. “We’re stuck together in this… being immortal thing. Not human but not god. And I hurt you and you hurt me, and it’s unforgivable on both sides, and-“

“Get to the point, dummy.” Evan felt a sort of dark humor in the fact that the first full sentence he had heard from Ro’thatoth this conversation had been an insult directed towards him.

“-we’re stuck together. Let’s agree to try to not hate and hurt each other for eternity. Deal?”

He stuck his hand out and hoped he didn’t look as stupid or anxious as he felt. He flinched on instinct when Ro’tharoth’s arm shot out, but settled slightly when he felt a hand in his.

“Deal.”

The god’s claws were pricking into his palm, but they weren’t purposely cutting into him, not tearing into his flesh and carving tendons like a hot knife through butter and reaching for his throat. Just slightly pricking at him, enough to send adrenaline through his veins. The god’s ears were pulled back slightly, like a cornered dog, and he remembered offering a hand to them and then pulling, laughing as limbs pulled from sockets and their mouth twisting to a silent scream. Faintly, he wondered if they felt the same fucked-up fear.

It wasn’t going to be okay. It would never be. He’d spend centuries, millennia, an eventual forever with the devil that orchestrated his hell and the child he chose to break. They had twisted each other up enough that they could not be the same again, piercing each other to leave agony and yet so entwined that they could no longer be separated.

But he let his arm go slack in the handshake, no pull or tug or even strain of muscle. But the grip on his hand lessened significantly, nails no longer touching skin.

It’s not going to be okay, or like Before. But maybe, just maybe, these little concessions, minuscule expressions of guilt and pain and fucked-up understanding could be a start.

They had to be.

#whump #whump oc plot #whump oc #the lord’s favorite #if u want the basic context for these characters please check the lord’s favorite tag

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fat whumpees

whumpees who aren't the skinniest little toothpicks alive

whumpees with flab

whumpees with thick thighs

whumpees with more fat than muscle

whumpees who lose weight while being whumped but then gain it back in recovery and it's seen as a completely good thing

we just need more whumpees that don't have the standard, typical, cliche "ideal" body type that society pushes onto us. because whumpees can come in many shapes and sizes.

i will never shut up about this because i hate the idea that people can only be helpless and deserving of rescue and victims and all that if they're skinny and little and tiny.

#my main whumpee is a fat east asian office worker pushing 50 #fighting high cholesterol and back pain and gray hair and his receding hairline #and also god #tbh I took a bit from my dad when it comes to his physical looks

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‘You odious creature!’ The Hero snarled.

‘I don’t know what that means, but how dare you!’

#this is Wallace #he’s fucking with them but only a lil

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God Whumpee

It's honestly shocking how little there is on divine whump or more specifically, gods getting whumped so here's a list of some of my own prompts:

Consuming poisoned offerings

Another deity trying to usurp their domain

Undergoing a slow demise due to the loss of their religion/domain and knowing they can't do anything about it

Committing a mistake and all the other gods turn against them because of it

Watching a demigod suffer and feeling guilty about it

Being punished by having their godhood stripped from them

Ruling over a domain that is feared, despised or mistrusted

Cursing someone (e.g. a worshipper, a demigod, a fellow god) in a fit of blind rage and regretting it later as they watch the consequences unfold

Having their reputation being unfairly tarnished because their followers keep misinterpreting their instructions for their own gain

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What if whumper trained the whumpee until they were qualified enough to give whumper proper pain???

Like whumper lets them free from their chains and says it's your turn ??? Whumpee throws a confused glance at whumper?? And whumper says you heard me as an answer????

Whumper briefs whumpee with a shooting voice what should they do next while they are losing blood?? They encourage whumpee to calm down and cauterise themself????? They're complaining about how unskilled the whumpee is, yelling at them like COME OOOONN WE DID THIS BEFORE; HOW COULD YOU FORGET?? Whumpee yells back I COULDN'T HAVE GUESSED IT WAS A TUTORIAL TO HURT YOU BACK, YOU IDIOT?????

#W.H.U.M.P.E.R Incorperated #my ocs

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Some responses to "I'm fine":

"Bullshit."

"Then how do you explain that?"

"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."

"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."

"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."

[skeptical silence]

[worried silence]

"[name], it's ok..."

"We talked about this."

"Please don't lie to me."

"You call that 'fine'?"

"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"

"You don't look/sound fine."

"Something's bothering you; I can tell."

"You can talk to me... "

"You're not fooling anyone."

"I just want to help. Will you let me?"

"No you're not."

"You're shaking..."

#other responses: #haha real funny #wanna try that again #you (fucking) idiot #i wish #I hope not #so if I offered you (food/drink/first aid/whatever) you wouldn’t take it? #you might be able to fool them but you can’t fool me.

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I know time loop stories are often about characters going on an emotional journey and/or learning a lesson but if I was stuck in a time loop I would very quickly stop caring about consequences

Who cares if I spend all my money if the purchase wouldn't have even happened the next day? Who cares if I finally flip someone at work off? If I got angry and wanted to throw my phone at the wall, I could without needing to buy a new one.

Coming out of a time loop must be incredibly difficult. You'd have to relearn small petty consequences the way an astronaut relearns gravity after returning to earth. You have to relearn how to live like the next day actually matters.

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The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

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I love non-human whumpees so much!

- Horned whumpees that whumper takes advantage of.

- Whumpees that can purr (best for comfort).

- Whumpees who bite when threatened.

- Whumpees who growl in warning.

- Whumpees who have abilities that backfire when in captivity (horns, sensitive body parts, excellent hearing).

- Whumpees whose eyes change color based on emotion (cliche but whumperflies).

Non-human whumpees are great and are my preferred whumpee!! <3

#one oc is just a man but he has all these behaviors #and the other is like the infinity of the divine jammed into human flesh

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Whumper teaching Whumpee how to dance.

#defiant whumpee my beloved

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a lot of whump presupposes captivity, but personally i’ve been really interested in what you might call part time whump? its where whumpee and whumper both have their own life, they don’t even see each other that often, but when they do there is this unspoken contract for submission. i think the contrast between whumpee’s daily life and the nights they spend kneeling beside someone makes the cruelty feel a lot sharper. i think there’s a lot of potential here.

#i have this in WHUMPER Incorperated? #but comedy #one of the characters is a whumpee but they have like #a punchclock #there's a schedule and they have sick days and 3 weeks paid vacation #and medical insurance. and dental. and a 401k #they complain about how they hate their dead end job and their job is getting their skin ripped off #at least the pay is actually really solid #because Wally is a bastard and a torturer and one of the worst whumpers out there but BY GOD he respects his employees. his only good trait #“I'm fine with mental and physical torture but I draw the LINE at underpaying my staff!” #there is a Whumpee Union. it was partally his idea #some whumpees aren't there of their own free will of course - that's what the “unpaid interns” really are #because he's still The Worst #but his actual whumpee employees? hell yeah it's a part time thing #he regulates their schedules ruthlessly and loves making sure everyone gets overtime. for their torture sessions #The Whumper Ever tbh