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platonic pining prompts

prompts where your character desires so dearly for a friendship w someone :) feel free to use!

your character practicing what they would say if they got the chance

asking other people “hey, do you know name?”

wishing they had the same classes so they could talk

that feeling you get when you want to be friends with someone and it’s like “if only they knew i also love knitting and sewing!!!! they’re just like meeee!!!!!”

the first attempt just . goes wrong.

^they’re like “hey, my name is—” and the other character has headphones in and brushes past them completely

when they finally meet and your character is trying to hide it but it’s literally so obvious that they want to be friends so the other person teases them a little

^like they’re stuttering out of their mind and character b is like “hmm?? friends?? what’s that? what are you asking me?”

your character doing something embarrassing or out of the normal and hoping so dearly that they didn’t see it so they don’t think something bad of them

alternatively but similarly, getting upset and their bad side coming out and then feeling fear that that’s how they’ll be known forever by that person

that feeling they get when they overhear them say something about their favorite show and they just wanna say heyyy i know that show too!!!

your character tries everything to be friends with them and then… and then at the end, one day, the person they want to be friends with just approaches them with a warm smile like “hi. wanna be friends?”

i’ve actually also been working on friendship prompts (platonic soulmate prompts if you will) since i started this acc but knowing if people would want it would make me work faster so…… would you guys like it?☺️

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Some Evil Things Whumper Could Be Doing + Descriptive Whump Language

Warning: I do NOT condone any acts of violence and such. These are all just for writing (Tumblr please don’t come after me😢🥺)

TW: Everything

Harsh cold breathing as Whumpee stands outside in the cold winter. The ice biting their bare feet deep in the snow as chilly winds blow their soaking body

Sneezing, sniffling, barfing and passing out after returning inside

Cutting hair and leaving uneven edges or pulling and tugging hair off. Whumper could also enforce some emotional damage by forcing Whumpee to cut off their own hair in front of a mirror.

"Fucking do it already!" "Please don't hurt me, I'll do it." "Cut it before I do!" "Okay, I will...-- I'm sorry-- I will..."

Keeping Whumpee awake all night by not interacting with them during the day but torturing them throughout the night. Whumpers who do this for about a week will have a Whumpee who refuses to sleep at night due to the fear of suddenly being jolted awake with new pain

Not letting Whumpee speak. Stuffing a cloth down Whumpee's mouth and reducing their language to just begging. That way once they appear in front of Caretaker they will be too afraid to speak or will have forgotten.

Purposely leaving wounds unattended after cutting up Whumpee's legs, thighs, hips, and hands and waiting for blood to dry, then cutting it again so it never heals.

Tightening ropes or chains around their wrists, ankles and torso enough to make it burn or dig into their skin, especially if the rope is made up of rougher materials

Feeding Whumpee nothing for days and then overwhelming them with so much food that they physically can't hold it down anymore

That dizzying feeling that leaves them sweating and anxious when Whumpee has not eaten or drank anything for so long that their mind is mentally congested

"Remember, your life, body, and thoughts are controlled by me, owned by me, and mine only. You don't have a world outside of this."

Reminding Whumpee every day that the search for them is slowly coming to a close and spreading lies that their friends and family have come to understand that Whumpee is dead

When Whumpee is so broken that they finally mindlessly agree to whatever Whumper instructs them to do

Whumpees that get slight Stockholm syndrome for their Whumper and fall into an obedient pattern with undeserved sympathy

Taking Whumpee outside after who knows how long behind closed doors. Then Whumper points out how literally not a single person knows who they are or are willing to report them

"Say it." "I'm a waste of space. Nobody wants me." "Was that so hard?"

Rewarding Whumpee after every time they've completed a chore or task with little torture or no torture at all. Alternatively, they can let Whumpee pick what they'll be dealing with for the day as a reward so at least they know they chose that option.

Hissing and crying when a hot piece of metal is slightly touching their skin. Or if you want to be extra evil: go ahead and rapidly run it up and down the forearm

When Whumpee eventually forgets their own name and history. They stopped crying a few weeks ago, they ask for permission to speak or go to the bathroom, eat, sleep, move etc...

"What do you say?" "Thank you, sir/ma'am." "You're learning well!"

Making Whumpee sit in their own dirt and blood as the pain of their wounds festering with sores, rashes and cavities builds up

When Whumper is taking Whumpee outside and before doing so, they hide their scars and bruises with makeup and clothing then practice their excuses if someone does suspect

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MASTERLIST

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Whumpee that goes from quietly disappearing whenever Caretaker walked into a room to silently trailing Caretaker around the house.

They used to be so scared of Caretaker but now? The sense of peace and safety they’ve started to associate Caretaker with had become intoxicating, but they still weren’t brave enough to ask for their company. So, they just followed, like a cat, from room to room, finding some excuse as to why they were doing so.

Caretaker knows. They’re secretly brought to tears the first time they put it together, and started slowly changing their routine to make things easier. They sit and work at the kitchen table now, instead of their room, so whumpee has an easy excuse to sit at the table with them. They put in a movie every time they’re in the living room, so Whumpee can pretend that it’s just the TV they’re fixated on. They leave all the doors that they can open, so there’s never the fear of being locked out.

They’re both just dancing around the other, one literally and the other figuratively.

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This is very random, but imagine people working at (pet)whump rehabilitation centers and making tiktok about "things at the WRC that just make sense".

Carpets on every floor for the ones that are still kneel instead of sitting.

Special, simple menus so they don't get overwhelmed from the too many choices.

Objects such as toys and colouring books in each room so they can practice using their hands, and free will, without the pressure of others looking at them.

Fake rules that whumpees are urged to break.

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Living Punching Bags

(Content warnings: Possible self harm, torture, asking for pain, conditioned whumpee)

Whumpee was only given any real attention when Whumper was angry. They'd storm down into their cell, grab Whumpee, and beat them senseless.

Eventually, Whumpee believes that's their only purpose. If they offered themselves willingly, Whumper goes easier on them. They still get hurt, but they're praised for it. Now every time Whumpee sees Whumper angry, the first thing they do is offer to be a punching bag. Whumper pets Whumpee and tells them their doing great before knocking the wind out of them. A little kindness is better than none, they tell themselves.

Months later, Caretaker comes home from work angry. Whumpee doesn't even hesitate to offer themselves up. They roll up their sleeve or take off their jacket so Caretaker has more room to hurt them with.

"H-here, master! Take all you anger out on me! I can take it!"

Caretaker stops. Originally, they were mad about something their boss said or a technical glitch that caused them extra work. But now, seeing Whumpee so willing and broken, they're twice as mad. But it's about something else. Someone else.

And they're about to throw some hands with a little bitch named Whumper.

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Whumper training the whumpee not to react to pain or fear.

Not to flinch away from the verging edge of a blade.

Not to pull at restraints in response to pain.

Not to scurry to a corner when whumper opens the basement door, but to instead kneel willingly and prepare for what’s to come.

Teaching him to bottle the fear inside.

Teaching him to stay still and take it…to like it, to find comfort in it, to become addicted to the pain, until whumpee is at his feet, begging not to be let go, but to be punished one more time.

More like this

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Whumpee has always needed things, sought things, strived for things.

Needed sleep, water, food, air.

Sought safety, security, affection.

Strived for perfection, obedience, usefulness.

But now they wanted something. Something so small, so unnecessary, so silly that they didn’t even dare to think about it.

But they wanted it.

Caretaker was making dinner, and that was still so strange in itself, the assurance that they would eat, that they would be safe, they wouldn’t need to be useful.

But they’d seen them put a package of cookies in the pantry, and that was less sure. Would they get one, and if so, would it be tonight?

Why did that matter so much? Why couldn’t they be happy with getting what they needed?

Something much bigger than a cookie pushed them forward, towards where caretaker was stirring something over the burner.

The fear that should be there was no where to be found.

“Could I have a cookie?”

“Mm? A cookie?”

“Yes.”

“Right now?”

“Please?”

“Yeah, yeah, let me get you them.”

“Thank you.”

Caretaker didn’t understand it, why now they had started to slip out of their fearful shell, but…

They handed them the package of cookies and watched as they made their way over to the table they had previously been afraid to sit at, and ate one.

It felt like they could finally breath. This was a step in the right direction. They were so unsure of so many things but this? This was good.

That night, they left the cookies on the counter, told Whumpee that they could have as many as they wanted, whenever and without asking.

In the morning, the cookies were gone and Whumpee picked at their breakfast, but greeted them with a smile and didn’t flinch when they walked by.

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god i love muzzles... do you have any other muzzle related hcs or posts?

I don't feel like going back and finding them all, so i'll write the brief version of the ones I remember down + some more:)

Content: Muzzles, captivity, dehumanisation, conditioning, vampire whumpee, starvation, gagged, pet whump, PTSD/trauma.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

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Tiny whumpees in a claw machine in those lil capsule thingies

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Ok but a character who's usually good with words, good at debating, speaks well and intelligently - until they're injured badly and all they can manage to say is "it hurts"

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“M-Master?”

Whumpees soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts and into reality, where Whumpee was peeking around the corner to the office.

“Yes? Need something?” He tried to make his voice light, friendly, but noticed all too late the tear tracks down Whumpee’s face.

“May- May I ask for an indulgence, sir?”

“Of course,” he turned fully, now laser focused, a yes already waiting on his lips, “What would you like?”

“If-if you please, may I request a- an hour of-of-“ their voice faltered, tears starting again.

“It’s okay, sweet, it’s okay, you’re not going to be in trouble,” he coaxed, desperate for them to finish their request, “Take a deep breath, and just ask for whatever you like.”

They swallowed, nodding, and tried again.

“Master, may I request 1 hour without punishment?”

“Without- What?”

He had never punished Whumpee, ever. What did they mean?

“I-I know that you have been merciful- you have not punished me yet- I- I am sorry, I should not have asked, I am sorry Master, please forgive me-“

“You’re okay, hey, you’re fine, I just want to know what’s going on, alright?” he soothed, “So, you want a set time, without punishment? But- Whumpee, did something happen? Something that you think deserves to be punished?”

Whumpee frantically shook their head, crying harder now.

“Please, speak. You won’t be in trouble, I just want to understand, okay?”

“I-I know that- that I will fail you. I will always strive to meet your standards, but I know I will fall short and need to be punished,” Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, “But I haven’t yet learned all your rules, preferences, and standards… I- I have not been able to sleep for days, Master.”

He could tell that their courage was failing, and he couldn’t imagine how brave they were being to face him now… He was so proud of them…

“Oh…” it all made sense now, “You just want some time where you don’t have to watch your every move, right?”

Whumpee nodded, crying too hard to speak, and now he could see the deep circles under their eyes.

“Of course, sweet, of course…” he wasn’t going to punish Whumpee at all, he’d told them that already, but clearly they had a hard time believing that, “How about this? You go take a nap, and you’ll have no obligations or expectations till tomorrow at 10 am. No punishment, no worries, nothing. Just make sure you eat something, anything, for dinner and drink plenty of water, and get some sleep, okay? That’s all that I ask.”

He watched their face, hoping to have hit all the right notes, and for a sickening moment, they only sobbed harder.

“Th-thank you Master, thank you, yes sir, thank you-“ they managed, bowing deeply, their shoulders slumping in relief like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Okay,” he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. And thank you for coming to ask me, I’m very proud of you. You did a good job.”

Following the conditioning was also not ideal, but clearly ideal wasn’t an option at the moment.

Whumpee seemed to light up at the praise, a few breathless thank yous escaping but then they were gone, dashing away hopefully in search of food and water before a well deserved night of peaceful sleep.

After all, that was all they were asking for. A night of peace…

He sunk into his chair and let his head rest on the desk for a few minutes, before pulling himself together and writing down every detail of their exchange.

This might be the way to help them.

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Me, after reading a specific piece of Whump I've been craving before bed:

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when. when whumpee is thrashing and struggling and then whumper says The Right Words and whumpee goes entirely still.

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Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)

[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).

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Ways To Reveal a Character’s Traumatic Past

Dream sequence/nightmare

Flashback/resurfaced memories

Revealed by psychic reading Whumpee’s mind

Found footage/pictures

Someone finally asks and they explain

As the reason behind a thought process/assumption/belief

Whumper shows up and taunts them

Scars

Through conditioned behaviour

Finding an old journal

Hints dropped in conversation

Have someone who knows tell someone who doesn’t

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Feel free to add others!

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Girl, are you okay, you haven't even tortured your little fictional characters today