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nat-1-whump · 8 days

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One of my favorite things about hurt/comfort in a fantasy setting is the potential for huge differences in size. Like a tall human and a doll-sized fairy, or a giant troll and a scrawny elf. I know size difference is a fairly common trope with human characters, but I think there's even more room to play with when the characters aren't all humans and have much more variance in size. In regards to Whumpee being the smaller of the two, some potential ideas are:

Whumpee falls in battle, collapsing with a thud that instantly snaps Caretaker's attention away from their own opponent. They quickly throw Whumpee over their shoulder and fight their way through the remaining enemies. As soon as they're safe, Caretaker sets Whumpee down and frantically tries to shake them awake, cursing themself for not protecting their fragile companion.

Caretaker treats Whumpee's injuries, trying to be gentle as they wrap bandages around them. They're afraid they'll pull the bandage too tight and snap Whumpee like a stick. Though, Whumpee doesn't seem all that worried. They trust Caretaker with their life, but Caretaker is worried about breaking that trust.

Or, Caretaker doesn't know how to treat Whumpee's injuries, so they easily scoop them up and carry them through the village looking for anyone who can help. Whumpee buries their face in Caretaker's shirt, their face burning red as they feel the stares of the villagers passing by. It's so humiliating, being carried around in their condition for all to see. Admittedly, though, resting in Caretaker's arms isn't all that uncomfortable, and had they a bit more privacy, Whumpee might even enjoy it.

Caretaker finds Whumpee practically frozen solid outside on a cold day. They immediately bring Whumpee inside to wrap them in a blanket and hold them in one arm as they cook a warm meal over the fire. By the time they've finished cooking a steamy broth for their chilly Whumpee to enjoy, they move the blanket away from Whumpee's face to see they've fallen asleep, resting their head in the crook of Caretaker's neck.

Whumpee gets scared and runs into Caretaker's arms for protection. Caretaker pulls them close and strokes their hair as they glare daggers at whatever, or whoever, just frightened Whumpee like that.

When Whumpee is sick but struggles to fall asleep, Caretaker scoops them up and lulls them to sleep by carrying them around and telling them stories.

Caretaker brings Whumpee to their house to keep an eye on them as they recover from an injury, but everything is a lot bigger than Whumpee is used to. They look so tiny in the middle of Caretaker's bed, and it takes both hands and a considerable amount of strength for them to hold what Caretaker thought was a small enough mug for them to drink from. Whumpee and Caretaker both laugh as Whumpee tries on a sweater that ends up going down past their knees.

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darlingwhump · 2 years

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CW: possession/mind control, d&d setting, religious themes (whumper is an evil cultist), anxiety

“W-what’s that? What are you going to do to me?”

The prisoner was trembling, tears like hot fire behind their eyes as they notice the arcanotech behind Whumper. Their wrists are raw from struggling fruitlessly against the leather restraints that held them; their time was running out. Fast. Whumpee just had to hold on a little longer. Caretaker had to be looking for them. They’d be there soon...they had to be.

“Finally make you useful to our cause,” Whumper steps back and with a flourish of their wrist, a crystalline container floats daintily into view. “In a last ditch effort to survive, Villain trapped her soul within this vessel.” The small box, covered in glowing runes Whumpee doesn’t understand, lands in Whumper’s palm.

“She has taken a liking to you,” Whumper hums over their shoulder, “And she tells me that she’s finally ready to return to this plane.”

Their time was running out.

The realization hits Whumpee like a truck, and they buck against the restraints. “N-no, please--” they cower as Whumper approaches with some kind of spell component, intricately weaved copper wire around a glowing, multicolored crystal. It hums in tandem with the vessel, and if Whumpee wasn’t frightened for their live, their autonomy, right now, they would have been mesmerized.

Whumpee screams, a guttural cry of pure terror. No, no, no, no, they’re not sure if they’re even saying it, frozen as the thrumming of the vessels grows louder, overpowering anything else. Whumper seemingly finishes his preparations and cups Whumpee’s cheek, fondly, his eyes glimmering with adoration, with worship. Whumper looks into Whumpee’s bloodshot eyes as if they’re staring into a god’s.

“Hush, now, soon this will all be over.”

They wouldn’t be able to scream again, even if they tried. The humming, the steady rhythm, is as loud as a falling giant, and they can’t move their lips to respond. They can’t move anything.

And then, they feel their own heartbeat humming in sync with the spell, and everything goes white.

#whump writing #fantasy whump #whump #whump drabble #mind control #scared whumpee #cultist whumper #abandoned whumpee #kind of #maybe caretaker's still looking for them #who knows #oh also this was very inspired by marcy in season 3 of amphibia #d&d whump #magic whump #possession #not proofread bc im lazy #darling writes

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friendlyforestbeast · 2 years

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Chapter 4 Part 5.

Masterpost

Going to try and draw action wish me luck 👀

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whimperwoods · 2 years

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Arms of the Enemy (D&D Whump) - 18

Hi guys, I’m not dead, just been doing other stuff. Also there was a lot I knew I wanted to happen with this one so it took a bit to get it to go.

There is a masterpost for this series, which can be found here.

Castor is a warlock, in service to the Great Old One and the Dark Emperor, in that order. Ed is a fighter, a knight and battle master in the service of the True King of Lumenea. They have always been enemies. Away from it all, they might be able to become something else. Maybe even friends.

(This time: Travel continues to be a nerve-wracking experience.)

tw: aftermath of torture, tw: mind reading, tw: captivity, tw: scars, tw: something about mindmelding, tw: vague presence of fictional deities

taglist: @redwingedwhump, @fanastywhump, @insanitywishes @bluebadgerwhump,@burtlederp, @newandfiguringitout, @kawhump , @extrabitterbrain, @kixngiggles, @whumpitywhumpwhump

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Castor slept poorly, waking frequently, but at least Ed seemed to be sleeping well, a dead, lax weight against his chest. Dawn announced itself with a sudden pulse of warmth in the amulet he’d held onto to reassure himself that they only needed to make it to the day. The light of the magic rushing back into it was faint, but with the sun nowhere near high enough for its light to make it down through the well above them, it was bright enough to make him nervous. Their captor would wake up soon.

Unwilling to jostle any of Ed’s injuries, Castor took a slow but deep breath, centering himself before he prodded Ed with his mind instead.

The knight shifted in his sleep, his brow furrowing as he snuggled up harder against Castor. He didn’t wake. Castor sighed, rearranging himself carefully until he could get a hand over Ed’s mouth before he prodded at a less injured spot on Ed’s shoulder.

Ed’s first sound of pain was muffled, but the hand over his mouth scared him. His eyes widened and Castor could feel a pulse of fear from him.

<<It’s just me,>> he said gently, letting go of Ed’s mouth only after he felt him put the pieces together and open his mind up, irritation washing through their connection for a moment before fading.

Now that Ed was awake, the morning seemed even more urgent, somehow. Ed sat up slowly, almost certainly as much from pain as a desire to be quiet.

<<It’s dawn,” he explained, grabbing Ed’s hand and pressing the amulet into the man’s palm, even though both the warmth and the light had faded. <<It’s magic again. We can plane shift away.>>

Ed still seemed groggy, but nodded. <<Where are we going?>>

Castor tried to keep his voice calm, to pretend he knew the answer. <<This was the safest plane I could think of. I think the only place we can go from here is back home. The material plane. We don’t have to go back in the same place we left from.>>

*******

Breathe, Ed thought, Keep breathing. Stay calm.

<<Where on the material plane?>> he asked.

It was only a moment later, as Castor averted his eyes, that Ed realized there wasn’t an answer. Castor didn’t know. He felt stupid. Why should he have expected anything else?

This could be good. It could mean he could go home. Or it could mean nothing. Anything.

He was less confused now than he’d been before, when Castor came for him. He was less frightened. If Castor meant to torture him - well, there wasn’t much point even arguing against it. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was just an idiot. Impulsive.

Ed’s mind might as well have been Castor’s, or maybe the other way around, but either way, it felt empty. Hollow.

<> Castor answered quietly. <> Castor seemed to lose the words, but while Ed’s mind (both of their minds?) felt empty, his chest didn’t.

<<You’re afraid, too,>> Ed said, <<Afraid I’ll betray you.>>

The sorrow wracking his chest was probably his own. Did Castor think he didn’t know how much he owed him?

Castor shook his head. <> he waved at Ed’s thigh, where the old burn scars were. <>

Ed shook his head as if that would be a distraction, as if the conversation they were having had anything to do with words. He pushed hard on their connection, trying to force himself into Castor’s mind enough to just stop talking at all.

<<You’re lying.>>

<<Not about that last part,>> Castor said, not bothering to pretend Ed was wrong, but not letting him any farther in, either.

<<You’ve been in my head as much as I’ve been in yours,>> Ed snapped, backing off, <<You know I can’t. Not - like that.>>

Now he sounded like Castor, last night. “Like that.” What did that even mean? He snorted through his nose. <<I’m afraid I’ll choose wrong.>> Ed continued, his thoughts firm. <<But before that, I was afraid you would, so I guess it doesn’t matter.>>

There was a lot he didn’t say, but his emotions were still all stirred up. He was afraid, but not as much as he was tired. Tired to his soul. Tired like crying, back when he was a child, the kind of crying after dark that grown-ups said was fear of the dark, as if they couldn’t remember what it was to just be little, and worn down, and out of reserves. It might have been sadness, but he couldn’t be sure even of that.

His mind was empty. Echoing. Maybe it was just early. Maybe he wasn’t awake yet. Maybe he was dying, now that he didn’t have to fight so hard. So hard for what? How could he have slept so well and still feel so useless, so half asleep? It wasn’t even the pain, really. It was just - something. Something like the days before, in the basement. He couldn’t remember if the feeling had been before he told or after. He couldn’t remember when it was there and when it wasn’t.

His heart answered for him, his emotions still swirling and his mind still empty. <<We’ll find my sister,>> he said, <<The temple. They can’t ->> The words escaped him. <<They’re the temple,>> he concluded.

He could feel Castor wanting to ask which temple, or maybe which god. But then he didn’t. He just agreed.

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Castor’s heart raced as he and Ed activated the amulet. They shouldn’t be able to do it together, not even with it pressed between their hands like this, and he knew as the world spun around them that whatever it meant to do this together was something he couldn’t come back from.

Castor felt the amulet’s magic drawing on his own attention and focus, but the destination was in Ed’s head, clear as day, a place as much felt as seen, and then they were tumbling into it, landing on the ground surrounded by wheat, both of them on their hands and knees.

Ed cried out in pain, but it wasn’t a new injury, just the jostling of their landing. Castor knew he shouldn’t know that without checking. He cursed lightly under his breath.

His patron’s voice was suddenly present, reconnecting faster and stronger now that Castor was back on the plane where he belonged. <<Ssssssomeone meddlessssss.>>

It was a relief to be closer to the source of his magic, but only a little bit.

<<At least the fields are still here.>> Ed said into Castor’s mind, as if he couldn’t hear Castor’s master here. That was - something, at least.

<<Wwwe will not ttttalk to him right nnnnnow,>> his patron informed him. <<He’sssss the onnnne who - invitessss Her.>>

<<Her?>> he asked.

<<Godddddddess,>> his master commented in distaste as he drew closer, giving Castor the old familiar feeling of something not-quite-him inhabiting the space behind one eye.

Whispering out loud to try to keep the conversations straight, he turned to Ed. “Who did you say we were going to a temple of?”

Ed laughed, without bitterness for the first time, but for only a moment before everything else covered the laughter over, dampening it to nothing. “Oh,” he said, “I forgot about talking. Chauntea. She’s-”

Castor nodded. “Agriculture.”

“Agriculture,” Ed repeated, but then kept going. “Life. Crops. New growth. Control. I dunno. Lots of stuff. Nature but - in rows.”

<<Sssshe does not thhhhhink she issssss the law,>> his patron supplied, sounding skeptical. <<She anddddd her kkkind never do. Exccccept the onesssss who say it.>>

<<Nature in rows,>> Castor answered thoughtfully.

<<Mmmmmeddling.>> his patron concluded.

“I, um-” Castor said to Ed, “Not that it matters, but when you said they were the temple, are you - I mean - Do you have -” He blew out through his lips, struggling for the words. “Are you. You know. Connected?”

“My sister is, uh - a Sister. There. Here. At the temple. But they’ll - I mean, they’re clerics. And she’d never hurt someone who helped me. So it’s - you’ll be safe either way. Both ways.”

<<Ttttttell her ttttttttto leave.>>

“And that’s your only connection?” Castor pressed. “You’re not - not connected yourself?”

Ed’s mind moved in toward his, and Castor’s patron twitched backward in his head, startled. <<Chhhheating.>>

Castor felt trapped, like he was trapped between both other minds.

“What about your magic?” he blurted, hoping if he were a little more clear, Ed would back off.

“Oh,” Ed said, retreating. Castor breathed more easily, relaxing. “No, that’s - I mean. It was only a couple of cantrips.”

Castor wrinkled his nose skeptically. “That thing you did with Amara in the castle was definitely a spell spell.”

Ed snorted. “Ok, but that’s one spell. It’s not like it’s anything. I just learned a little from my sister. And if you tell anybody I’ll kill you.”

The last part had no venom, like he said it out of habit and didn’t mean it.

“Well, did you tell Chauntea that?” Castor asked, B”ecause my patron says - uh.”

His patron hissed in disapproval in his head.

“My patron suggested otherwise,” he finished, hoping Ed hadn’t noticed him wince at his patron’s displeasure.

All of a sudden, a wall went up between them, completely. He didn’t know what was in Ed’s head, at all. He didn’t like it.

<<Stop that, I’m trying to listen to him,>> he said to his patron, <<You said he was a gift.>>

<> the voice replied. But then Ed was there again, on the edge of Castor’s senses, and where before Ed’s presence had felt strangely light, a little bit of hope mixed in with the usual mess, now it was empty again, ringing with it, and he couldn’t tell why Ed’s feelings had gone hollow.

<<Telllllll him to mmmmake her llllllleave us alone.>>

Castor couldn’t, and he didn’t know why. Instead he pushed his thoughts outward, trying to figure out prayer on his own. <<Miss Chauntea - could you give us some space? I’ll - I’ll bring Ed to you like he wants. Or your temple.>>

He didn’t get an answer, not that he could hear like he could his patron, but a gentle breeze did blow over the two of them. Then something was gone that had been in the air around them, something he hadn’t even realized was there, and Ed’s emptiness rang even louder.

<That’ssssss not what Iiiiiii meant.>>

<<Sorry. I’ll, uh - I can check in later? Take him to the temple and then sneak out?>>

It was strange to hear a disembodied voice sigh, no matter how many times it happened.

<<Verrrrry well. But rememmmmmber whose conttttract you signed.>>

Castor nodded, then realized it probably looked odd to Ed, since the knight hadn’t been able to hear the other conversation going on.

He looked over at Ed and the man was looking down and away, studying his own knees.

Well, that was - something. Castor had given up trying to keep his head above water. If all of this was a little beyond him, he could live with that.

“Alright,” he said, trying to force a little cheer into his voice, “Let’s get going, then. You’ll have to tell me how to get us to the temple.”

#castor and ed #whump #fantasy whump #d&d whump #aftermath of torture #aftermath of captivity #emotional whump #maybe?#also kind of plot #why do I have plot?#how did I allow this to happen to me?#anyway might or might not post more soon #might post more late instead

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whump-cravings · 2 years

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Shami - Reveal

i’m gonna have to make a masterlist for them at this rate

1174 words | Dungeons and Dragons

Content: Fear, ghosts, betrayal, trauma trigger, nasty whumpee, possession, trapped in their own mind, forced to watch

(just wrote this so it’s bound to get edited and also become a lot more rhyme-y but I wanted to share with my D&D party mates)

"Hey! The throne is not tacky, my throne is great!" the fiend objected loudly.

"I'm awake," Shami slurred as they jerked upright.

"Hey, I've been dreaming about that too," Mixxi said.

"What are you talking about?" Shami said, half not wanting to know.

"Oh, we're all dreaming about this dude sitting on a throne surrounded by flames."

Recognition jolted through them and their stomach dropped.

No.

NO.

It had caught them off guard, just roused from sleep; the panic must have shown on their face, because everyone's scrutiny fell upon them, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Dove made a gesture and declared something in a language Shami couldn't recognize, but their eyes knew the sign.

"Speak only truth," the priestess hissed in their ear, a cold hand upon their shoulder as the oppressive weight of magic descended. "Now your sins come to light."

A dark, forgotten feeling seized their heart from words of long ago. Shami shoved back from the table, betrayal in their throat. How could she? They could not bear it, could not so much as look at her as they turned and left the tavern.

Only once they had departed thus, breathing in the bracing evening air, did they realize they had left their things inside. Their feet stalled and they swayed in place, joints creaking as they flexed their fingers. If they left now, they would have naught to their name; they would have to start from scratch once more.

But they would not—could not go back through the door.

Shami turned to pacing, waiting for the spell to end.

That's when out came Dove's firbolg friend, holding Shami's bag and helmet. "Hey, hey, hey. What is it?"

Shami seized upon their things, relieved to not return. "I have to go."

"Let's talk about it," the firbolg insisted.

What was there to talk about? Shami huffed out a breath, running a hand through their hair. There was nothing to be done, not if they wanted to stay alive—and it was selfish, but they did. They only wanted everyone else to live as well.

"Whatever it is, you don't have to run from it," said Fen—that was his name, they remembered now.

Bony claws of despair wrapped about their heart, and they could have laughed if not for the sickness in their throat. They could not run from the fiend, their life-long companion—but they could save their friends, with enough distance. "They're better off without me." And that was truth. Shouldering their pack, they turned to go.

Fen grasped their arm. "I'm sure that won't help anything."

"He's right, you know," their tormentor said smugly.

"You don't know me, you don't know my life," Shami snarled, fanged canines bared.

"How dare you assume I know nothing," Fen said lowly, raising his wooden hand. "I have lost everything."

The tiefling barked a laugh, their ghosts pressing in. "You think you've lost everything?" How many times had they lost all they loved? They had been foolish for staying so long already, had come so close to losing it all again. They cursed themself for thinking it might never end.

The firbolg stared at them, hands falling to his side. He took a breath to speak but then released it, eyes darkening as he turned away. "You're not worth it."

The words twisted through them, Shami flinching as if hit. But they could not fault his honesty. They had slain the last people who thought they were.

With nothing left to say in their defense, grief and shame heavy in their chest, Shami turned and left. Where they'd go, they did not know, only that it would be far from here.

It was the only way the others could be safe. Shami's selfishness had already endangered them all. They had to leave while there were still people to leave.

Tears stung their eyes as they marched through the shopping district, the liveliness of the streets dying down. Those who were still upon the road gave the stormy-looking tiefling a wide berth. They saw a forest in the distance and sought the familiar shelter of the trees.

"Where are you going?"

"Shut up," Shami snarled aloud, vitriol in their voice. It was his fault they had to do this.

"I'm going to kill them all eventually," the fiend said matter-of-factly.

"I won't let you," they swore, the very idea of it tearing at their soul.

"Well, if you won't, I'll just have to force the issue!"

Though they were prepared for it, Shami could not maintain their rigid hold. The world slipped from them as they fell within the prison of their mind.

"NO!" Shami screamed, terror seizing them.

The fiend stopped their body. Taking Shami's hand axes from their holsters, he spun and flung them into shadow.

A familiar yelp of pain sounded as Mixxi took the ax to his shoulder. "Shami, I know you're upset, but that was uncalled for."

No, no, no. Of course Mixxi had followed them, what was he thinking?

"Shami's on sabbatical," the fiend laughed in Shami's voice.

Shami fought desperately for control. Mixxi was one of the weakest of the group, he would die if Shami didn't do something. They couldn't let that happen, they couldn't, not again. But the fiend kept them under lock and key, flicking the second ax where Toma lurked. Another cry followed, the ax grazing the human.

Both the wizards had come, and neither Dove nor Oro, the two who might withstand Shami's attacks, who might stand a chance of taking them down. Their nightmares were playing out in front of them and there was nothing they could do.

But wait—they cast Message to speak directly to Mixxi. "Run! Get out of here!"

"Nice try, Shami, but I'm not leaving," Mixxi said determinedly.

Why wouldn't he LISTEN? Shami desperately reached out to Toma. "Take Mixxi and run! Get Dove and Oro!"

Toma had the wisdom to heed Shami's warning. "Mixxi, go get Dove and Oro. I'll—keep Shami busy until you get back."

No! That wasn't what Shami had said! They screamed inside the fiend's mind.

"Like I said, Shami's on an extended leave of absence," the fiend chuckled as he pulled out Shami's blooming sword, flowers wilting beneath his hand as he struck out at the wizards. Mixxi took the blow, a line of blood seeping through his fur.

"I'm not leaving," Mixxi declared, raising his crossbow. The bolt struck the mithril plate armor at an angle, ricocheting into the street.

Running footsteps preceded the arrival of Oro, then Fen's lumbering form.

The firbolg pulled up short, staring up—the fiend was taller now—straight into their eyes. "I think they're—what's it called when someone else is in control?"

"Possessed?" Dove said as she came up behind Fen.

The fiend was thrilled with this turn of events. "The whole gang's here!" He laughed. "I'm going to kill you all."

NO!

As Mixxi's next bolt pierced through the plate and into their side, the sting of pain gave Shami just enough edge to wedge themself to the forefront, grasping tenuously at control and shoving the fiend back in his place.

Then they knew no more.

#whump writing #nasty whumpee #D&D whump #possession #forced to watch #trapped in their own mind #mars writes #fear #grief #shame #emotional whump

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blithe-bee · 4 months

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small sketch study

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #blood cw #when I can source my whump organically right from canon #my art

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breezy-cheezy · 6 months

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No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive

This part really struck me, and I wanted to draw it! Luffy is just trying to protect his little family, and while the Lapins nearly got them killed, he still helps pull one out of the snow....because he recognizes they're trying to protect their family too. And I love that ;v;

BASICALLY A PANEL REDRAW here's the panel

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whump-blog · 1 year

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Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

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storyweaverofgondor · 4 months

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The Whumps of March

This is a multi-fandom whump event with prompts inspired by literature. For this inaugural event, I decided to take inspiration from the Bard himself. If it goes well I'd love to do it again next year, the universe willing.

Rules and info:

You can make your entries in whatever format you desire (Fanfic, art, Gifs, etc)

You can do as much or as little as you desire.

All entries are to be uploaded during March 2024. Earlier is discouraged but late is fine.

Tag all works #thewhumpsofmarch2024

There will be a completionist and participant badges.

The Whumps of March AO3 Collection

Feel free to send me an asks is you have any questions about the event

The Whumps of March Prompts:

Day 1: These violent delights have violent ends (Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet)

Day 2: Forbidden Love

Day 3: Tomb

Day 4: Vengeance

Day 5: Love Potion

Day 6: Magic Gone Wrong

Day 7: Suicide

Day 8: Knock Knock! Who's There? (Shakespeare, Macbeth)

Day 9: Twins

Day 10: In Disguise

Day 11: Clangor

Days 12: Thunderstorm

Day 13: Soliloquy

Day 14: “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” (Shakespeare, the Tempest)

Day 15: Stabbed in the Back

Day 16: Madness

Day 17: Intrigue

Day 18: Family Feud

Day 19: Witches

Day 20: Hidden Agenda

Day 21: Curses

Day 22: Skull

Day 23: Not As It Seems

Day 24: "The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief." (Shakespeare, Othello)

Day 25: Shipwreck

Day 26: Betrayal

Day 27: All for Naught

Day 28: Fairies

Day 29: Tongue-tied

Day 30: Woe

Day 31: Bloodstained

Alternative Prompts:

Alt 1:Lonely

Alt 2:Castigate

Alt 3:Ghosts

Alt 4:Drowned

Alt 5:Prophecy

Alt 6:Kings

Alt 7:Dead as a Doornail

Alt 8:Handkerchief

Alt 9:Snakes

Alt 10:Fight Fire With Fire

#thewhumpsofmarch2024 #thewhumpsofmarch2024 prompt list #whump prompts #whump prompt list #whump event #whump #my first time attempting something like this #I'm very excited :D

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cindytoast404 · 3 months

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lying on my bed giggling and kicking my feet while putting the characters i like through unimaginable torment (it should be noted that i am also writing with one of those big fluffy pens)

#writing #ao3 #guess who’s writing againnnnn #right now the current victim is paul matthews #tomorrow? who knows! :D #writing memes #writeblr #fanfic memes #whump #cindy thinks about the implications

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nat-1-whump · 22 days

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You know another D&D thing that has a lot of potential for a whump story?

Mimics.

In the depths of a dungeon, Whumpee makes the mistake of reaching into a chest without checking first. They scream as it sinks its teeth into their hand, and though the rest of the party rushes to help them, the mimic manages to mangle their arm before getting pried off. Cue the others frantically trying to slow the bleeding by wrapping cloth around the wound. They're faced with a choice: Neglect Whumpee's injuries to continue deeper into the dungeon for the reasons they came, or leave the dungeon to take Whumpee to a healer.

After multiple close calls with mimics, Whumpee is constantly checking every object they see to make sure it's not a mimic. They're always on guard, expecting anything and everything to grow teeth and try to kill them as soon as their back is turned. When Whumpee comes down with a nasty fever, Caretaker has to convince them that it's safe to rest---and that the bed is not a mimic.

Whumper gives Whumpee what looks like an innocent stuffed toy to comfort them through the night. But Whumpee will never forget how they woke up to the toy clawing against their chest, hungrily lapping at their blood and covering their shirt in drool.

A mimic disguised as a set of armor appears as Whumpee is lost and alone, silently beckoning to them to follow. Whumpee, desperate and thinking this strange figure is a paladin here to help, does so. As they go, Whumpee notices more and more how this person seems... Awfully familiar with this place. By the time they realize it's a trap, however, it's too late to turn back.

One night Caretaker and Whumpee get snowed in, and Caretaker tries to keep Whumpee a little bit warmer by offering them a scarf. Whumpee goes wide-eyed and stumbles backwards away from Caretaker, recalling the feeling of a mimic disguised as a scarf growing razor-sharp teeth and tightening around their neck.

Rather than using poison, an assassin tries to kill Whumpee by switching their meal with a mimic that looks like a piece of food, which later tries to dig its way out of Whumpee's stomach. Whumpee excuses themself, thinking at first that the pain is just food poisoning, but they collapse as the mimic finally makes its way through their flesh.

Or, as an alternative to the last prompt, Whumpee is the assassin. They plan to use a mimic to kill their target by planting it in their food, but when they're not looking, the mimic disguises as one of their tools. They take their trusty lock-picking kit from their pocket to get into their wealthy target's mansion... Only to end up bleeding on the ground, as one of the metal tools suddenly grows spikes in their hand. Whumpee bites their tongue to suppress a scream. They can only hope the guards don't find them before help does.

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darlingwhump · 2 years

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Whumpy D&D Spells: Geas

A while ago I made a set of prompts for the D&D spell Feeblemind, which essentially renders its victim mindless until the curse is removed. There’s a ton of other spells that I don’t see used in D&D campaigns because they can be intense and boundary crossing in-game, but have so much potential for whump content. So, this will definitely become a little series of prompts! Enjoy~

For those of you not familiar with D&D spells, Geas is a 5th level enchantment spell that punishes its victim for not completing a certain task, as deemed by the caster. According to the player’s handbook:

“You place a magical command on a creature that you can see within range, forcing it to carry out some service or refrain from some action or course of activity as you decide...While the creature is charmed by you, it takes 5d10 psychic damage each time it acts in a manner directly counter to your instructions.”

The spell lasts 30 days (or until the action is completed, if applicable), and the target can only take the psychic damage once per day. Still, a maximum of 50 psychic damage can easily force low(ish)-level adventurers unconscious, or even permanently kill level 1-3 adventurers. Either way, it’s debilitating and a huge chunk of damage at once. It’s the fantasy equivalent of placing an explosive tracker in Whumpee’s neck, but the Whumper doesn’t even need to hold onto a remote. Once cast, the spell acts of its own volition, and its duration can even be extended if necessary.

Okay, with all of that being said, here are some writing prompts for a spell like Geas:

CW: mind control!!!, betrayal, implied captivity, a bit of pet whump, fear of death

Whumper has cast this spell on Whumpee with the command: Bring your friends to me and don’t even dare to mention our little...conversation. Whumpee has to go back to their team, terrified, but each time they hold them back or attempt to mention their brief capture, a painful headache renders them unconscious. They can’t tell their friends why, and it only makes the team want to get to Whumper faster. Once Whumpee finally brings their team to Whumper, how do they react? Does the party understand that Whumpee has been magically forced to do it? Do they genuinely believe that Whumpee deceived them? Or do they not care, and think that Whumpee should have tried harder to resist the spell, or at least try to stop it?

Whumper has given the command: Don’t try to escape. Whumpee doesn’t even need to be chained up now, at least as much as before. Each time they try to leave, or talk about escaping, come up with any plan, they get a headache. Not only does it halt Whumpee in their tracks, but signals to Whumper that they were plotting something. Escaping becomes terrifying...what if Whumpee doesn’t wake up from each blast of psychic damage? If they managed to survive the blast, would they be able to find civilization before the following day, when it would go off again?

Whumpee is commanded something along the lines of: Be a good pet. Not sure what the exact command would be, but it would force Whumpee to behave and follow Whumper’s wishes. Whumpee cannot flinch away from Whumper’s touch, must show affection, and accept any and all punishments or rewards. If they try to resist, the psychic blast reminds them of their place. By the end of the 30 days, when the spell wears off naturally, Whumpee is perfectly trained.

Whumper uses Geas to force Whumpee to work for them and perform various harmful acts. This would likely be paired up with other enchantment spells, assuming this Whumper is a spell caster. In this case, Whumpee would be betraying themself, not their teammates. They are forced to do things against their moral code, and can’t do anything to stop it. If they had old teammates, they now believe that Whumpee has turned to Whumper’s side, or that they’ve “changed.”

Overall, just the constant feeling of walking on eggshells to avoid triggering the spell. It lasts for 30 days, the blast can go off once each day, and it’s painful. Whumpee might become conditioned to fear it, and constantly doubt their actions, even ones not even related to the spell.

I personally love considering recovery arcs and giving Whumpees happy endings, so this one would include lots of self-doubt and deconditioning. Caretaker assures Whumpee that it wasn’t them, they were forced to do it, but it’s hard to believe that when they could have just resisted or accepted the risk. Whumpee fears any and all enchantment magic, and even after the spell wears off, refrains from disobeying the spell. What if it’s still in there somewhere, or Whumper found a way to extend it? The worst part about this spell is that it doesn’t necessarily force someone to do something, like the Command or Dominate Person spells. It gives the victim a choice: do what Whumper says, or face the consequences. It’s an abusive and terrifying mindset to force upon someone, and not one that would be easily forgotten.

Feel free to add more prompts or use these in a drabble! There are countless commands that could be given to our poor Whumpees. Definitely tag me if you do; I’d love to see this spell used more!

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #d&d #d&d whump #whump writing #mind control #whumpee #whumper #fantasy whump #magic whump #whumpy d&d spells #pls feel free to request certain spells #I have a few in mind but there are so many that I'm probably missing #darling writes

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whump-on-a-string · 3 months

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Guy's been alone in his lil vampire house for about 4 decades too long and forgot how to have a normal conversation. He just yoinks people off the street for a little dinner party bc he doesn't know how else to go about it. Poor bastard just wants some friends.

I like my shenanigans with a bit of levity.

#My Art #Dallan #OC #Whump #Vampire Whump #But then it gets wholesome because I am a coward and love good endings and making shit humorous i am sorry but also not sorry #Blame D&D Vampire shit for thisDallan is my blorbo and I am God in his world and God says everything always turns out okay #then he can continue on and deal with EVEN MORE shenanigans in the future :)#Vampire

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sarcasmcloud · 8 months

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"Why waste your time killing a Devil Fruit eater? Let the sea do it for you." - One Piece s01e06

#whumpedit #opla #one piece live action #inaki godoy #onepieceedit #one piece netflix #luffy #whump #106 #the fight might not have been much #but that scene was beautiful af #monkey d. luffy #sanji

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whump-cravings · 2 years

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Shami Masterlist

Summary: A monster hunter possessed by a fiend and haunted by those they killed does their best to avoid attracting attention or lingering in any one place/with any one group too long.

Content: minor whump (backstory), dead parents, possession, ghosts, emotional angst, loneliness

Backstory

The First Time - Shami wakes up in the middle of their dead family

Zone of Truth - Shami is interrogated

Lured - a travelling troupe adopts Shami

Monster Hunter - Shami doesn't want anyone else to be hurt because of them

2022 Campaign

Tea - the nicest thing someone has done for Shami in a long time

Reveal - when Shami tries to leave the group, the fiend attempts murder

Extras

Portrait and torso scars

#d&d whump #fantasy whump #ghosts #possessed #demon possession #loneliness #angst #tiefling whump

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goodwhump-temp · 5 months

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Allen Walker Whump | D. Gray Man

fellas, is it gay to think all lives are precious?

Ep.01 - Knocked back Ep.02 - Sliced/weapon arm damaged, [Flashback; knocked unconscious], nerve damage, pain (repair), restrained, electrified, nerve pain Ep.03 - Guilt, knocked back into wall x2, kicked Ep.04 - Stabbed, trapped under rubble, weak Ep.05 - Punched, swallowed, body exhausted, blood, weak, crying Ep.06 - Tackled x2, disrespected, onion bombed, crying, insomnia, shot, briefly infected Ep.07 - Traumatized childhood lore, collapse Ep.08 - Captured, tranquilized, weak, emotional Ep.09 - Tinnitus, pain Ep.10 - Hit with icefire blast, unconscious, captured Ep.11 - Pain from ripping out restraints, eye stabbed, hit with icefire blast, briefly unconscious, passes out, protected Ep.12 - Eye pain, slapped, crying, wounds re-appear x2, unconscious, bleeding out, hospitalized Ep.13 - Hospital cont., scared Ep.14 - Tired, sledding crash, hit with snow blast, buried in snow, passes out Ep.15 - Carried, fever Ep.17 - Knocked down, slashed multiple times, arm paralyzed, held pulled, bodyslammed Ep.18 - Stuck in octopus, upset (its not coming off) Ep.19 - Eye shot, pain, weak, bandaged, scared Ep.20 - Freaking out, finger bit, briefly weak (gas), caught in explosion, exhausted Ep.21 - Neck bit, knocked through wall, unconscious, dizzy, trips, pinned, crushed, punched x12, very weak, thrown, unconscious Ep.22 - Thrown out window Ep.23 - Smacked by vines x2, crying Ep.25 - Crying/overwhelmed Ep.26 - Heartbroken Ep.27 - Nausea/nervous, painful childhood lore (flashbacks; sprained ankle, knocked down, depressed, heartbroken, crying) Ep.29 - Knocked down, guilt Ep.30 - Knocked down, talks about mourning Mana Ep.31 - Sneezes x2 Ep.40 - Trips Ep.41 - Starving, shot, briefly infected, scratched Ep.46 - Cold & hungry, hallucinating, knocked down, sliced (saw blades), carried, unconscious Ep.47 - Starving Ep.48 - Knocked down Ep.50 - Knocked down x6, punched Ep.52 - Arm deteriorating, SNATCHED x2 Ep.53 - Consumed, intense pain Ep.54 - Hand bit through, bleeding, arm snapped, extreme pain, tears Ep.55 - Weak, ear bit, extreme pain x100, electrocuted, arm bitten, heartbroken, crying Ep.56 - Arm deteriorating, great pain, impaled, organs threatened, arm broken, choked, arm amputated & destroyed, heart bitten, dying Ep.58 - Heavily bandaged, crying x2, weak/limping, anguish, bleeding Ep.59 - Knocked down, kicked x3, bandages sliced, collapse Ep.62 - Intense eye pain (present and flashback), collapse, Ep.64 - Sliced x6 Ep.66 - Knocked down, depressed, struggling will, punched x2, angry outburst Ep.67 - Eye pain Ep.68 - Intense eye pain x2, collapse, unconscious, nightmare, impaled Ep.69 - Impaled, intense pain, deteriorating, unconscious, carried, weak, tackled, crying, sacrifice Ep.70 - Body cracking, electrocuted Ep.75 - Crying Ep.76 - Headbutted Ep.80 - Spiteful memories, shot by blue bullet Ep.81 - Debt trauma, angry Ep.82 - Depressed, trapped x3, suffocating, thrown, electrocuted, knocked down x2 Ep.83 - Electrocuted Ep.84 - Stunned, (08:10) Ep.86 - Electrocuted, knocked unconscious, arm cracked, bleeding, trapped in vacuum, weak, passes out, impaled Ep.88 - Punched x3, gut-kicked, electrocuted unconscious, engulfed in flames Ep.89 - (09:00) pain, punched, engulfed in thorns, great pain Ep.90 - Super punched x4, very weak, held, knocked down, 6 combo punch, unconscious Ep.91 - Knocked down x3, falls, thrown, heartbroken, bleeding, Ep.92 - Bleeding, angry, weak, uneasy Ep.93 - Uneasy, emotional timcanpy reunion Ep.94 - Hospital, Mana lore Ep.95 - Betrayed/tried for Heresay Ep.96 - Investigated/mana lore Ep.98 - Head squeezed x2, kicked, punched, unconscious Ep.100 - Heartbroken, crying, revolted, scared, intense pain, unconscious, devastated, passes out Ep.101 - Kicked, beaten, weak, seriously injured, bleeding Ep.102 - Knocked down x3, weak, motionsick, uppercutted Ep.103 - Exhausted, crying, pinned, weak/immobile, carried, crying,

HALLOW

Ep.01 - Arm electrocutedly bandaged, arrested, slapped, heartbroken, comforted Ep.02 - Kicked, headbutted, bleeding, possessed; crying, infected, shot x20, unconscious, weak Ep.03 - Weak, punched, stabbed, extreme pain, bleeding, talks about Mana Ep.04 - Dream; stabbed, bandaged, punched, thrown, bleeding, kicked Ep.05 - Pinned, choked, fighting control, bleeding Ep.06 - Mental overload Ep.07 - Angry, punched-ish (19:50), pinned, infected Ep.08 - Guilt, kicked, knocked down x2, body controlled, extreme pain, leg snapped, arm sliced, fighting control, stabbed, serious bleeding, unconscious, transformed Ep.09 - Caught in explosion, bleeding, crying, restrained Ep.10 - Restrained, imprisoned, crying, depressed, fighting control, weak/difficulty breathing, extreme pain Ep.11 - Extreme pain, panic attack, comforted, head grabbed Ep.12 - Hand haywire, scared Ep.13 - [Childhood; after Mana died/unconscious, thrashing, great pain, held down, mental problems, fatherly Cross moments, crying], weak, fighting control

MANGA

Chapt. 211 - Face rubbed painfully, upset Chapt. 212 - Fighting control, weak, crying, passes out, carried Chapt. 225 - Passes out

#whump #emotional whump #whump list #whumplist #anime whump #allen walker #allen walker whump #d. gray man #d gray man #d gray man whump #d. gray man whump

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