#found whumpee

[btcwriting]

Perspective

sometimes you just need to be reminded that stuff happens to other people when you're not interacting with them, I guess. anyways.

CWs: fire (very minor but present), blood, wounds, torture aftermath

The man in black held his lighter at the edge of the papers until they caught fire. Once the flame was happily consuming the documents, he set them on the concrete floor in a corner and lit the rest of the folder from the small fire. Once he was able to add them to the pile, he clicked the lighter shut and slid it back in his pocket. 

The papers burned in a remote corner of the office, where their ashes would barely be noticeable. It was likely they’d be scattered before anyone even realized the folder was missing, and he watched to make sure the fire kept itself going long enough to consume all the important parts before he turned away to leave.

He slipped silently through the door and back into the hallway, pressing it closed behind him. He started tracing his steps back through the turns he’d taken to get in, keeping his feet quiet. The hallways were empty, all the employees currently occupied on the other side of the building, but he wasn’t sure how long it would last.

A strong tug pulled at the back of his mind as he passed one particular dark door. He’d felt something similar on the way in, but it hadn’t seemed that important while he had a mission to fulfill. Now, it seemed almost impossible to ignore. 

He stared at the door for a moment, working to convince himself he could just leave. He probably didn’t need to know what it was. It wasn’t why he’d come here. But if it wasn’t his objective, then why was the feeling so strong?

Egged on by curiosity, he reached out and opened the door. The air greeted him with the stale metallic tang of blood. Frowning, he stepped in and closed the door behind him before flicking on the closest lightswitch.

Two spotlights shone harshly down on a figure in the middle of the room. They hung limply, held up by two shackles so their feet hovered a few inches above the floor. Their bare torso and arms were covered in long gashes and dripping patterns of dried blood dappling their skin. Groups of thinner marks were scattered over their body, remnants from lashings. Their pants were ripped, tattered below the knee with blood covering their calves and dripping into a pool on the floor. Their rusty red hair was matted with dark blood, covering their face as their head hung forward, unconscious.

The man in black cringed as his eyes darted over the scene in front of him. He blinked, squinted at the build and hair of the person strung up, and muttered to himself.

“Semsenir…?”

He frowned deeper, strongly considering turning around and leaving. He could just act like he never saw it. Sem wouldn’t know the difference. His gut twisted, but he wound up stepping forward to confirm his hunch.

A couple steps closer, he could tell it was indeed Semsenir – his build and the shape of his hair were quite familiar, even in this state. The wounds were familiar too – knife marks, some of them, others likely from a whip. He bet that his back would tell a similar story.

Uneasiness made the hair on his neck stand on end, and he glanced away to look at the room around them instead. Despite the fact that he himself had given Sem notable knife wounds before and left him to bleed, seeing him in this position still put him on edge. It seemed unreal. This couldn’t be the same man he knew. He had to at least check.

He swallowed, took a deep breath, and called out. “Shadow! Whatever your name is. I know you’re there. Come out.”

After a moment, one of the sections of darkness thrown by  the light on Sem’s body began to bubble. It slowly inflated until it uncoiled into a smooth, round snake-like creature with short, plump head-tails. After it rose up to about a foot of height, it opened its eyes revealing two pink orbs in a mass of matte black. It was, unfortunately, the exact same shadow creature he’d seen assisting Sem before.

“What is it?” The creature hissed softly, its voice like a breathy whisper that echoed inside his head instead of the room.

The man finally looked up again at Sem. “What happened to him?”

“A man tortured him for several hours.” It said matter of factly. “He was paid to do so, and then kill him. That is what he said at least. I believe has stopped for the night, but he said he would return tomorrow. Why?”

He glanced at the shadow, and then to the floor again, unsure how to answer. “Does this happen often?”

The shadow tilted its head. “Often enough. This is, not a regular occurrence perhaps but often enough for him to grow weary of it sometimes.”

“Grow weary?” The man furrowed his brow and drew his mouth to one side in a dubious look. “Then why doesn’t he stop it? Why doesn’t he… keep it from happening. If he’s being left alone for hours, why doesn’t he just heal and use the chance to escape? Isn’t he old? I thought the older you are the more power you have. Why isn’t he using his healing factor?”

“He doesn’t like to use his powers.” The shadow stared at his face, unblinking and expressionless. “Why do you think you can overpower him at all? He chooses not to use them. He tends to think that using them causes him to forget his humanity, so he prefers not to. Besides, if his captors were to find out about his healing factor, they would be likely torture him much harder knowing that he could heal from it.”

Silence filled the room as this sunk in. “They do that, huh.”

“Oh yes, almost every opportunity. In a way, it probably saves him from more pain in the long term, but it can be hard to tell in a situation like this.” The serpent shifted its gaze to give a sidelong look at its unconscious master.

The man shifted on his feet, and finally stepped over to the control panel he’d seen. “Whatever. I’m… tired of looking at him.” He took a deep breath, forcing himself back to a neutral expression. He found a button labeled ‘open’ and pounded his fist against it. With a hiss and a metallic click the shackles sprung open, dumping Sem unceremoniously into the puddle of blood below him.

“Just take him somewhere. Anywhere. He probably has somewhere safe he can go back to, right?” He looked back to the shadow, who slid over to Sem’s body. The wounds on his back were now visible, collections of red markings and wounds that had wept blood, which ran down to stain what was left of his pants. The main in black kept his composure. “I know you can teleport him, or whatever it is.”

The shadow looked back at him, its gaze piercing. “Is this an order, Keeper?”

He turned partially away from it, but his eyes stayed on the serpent and Sem in a pile on the floor. “I guess it is. Sure, fine. I order you to remove him and take him somewhere safe. Is that good enough for you?”

“That will be fine.” The shadow reared up, and in an instant flattened out and covered Sem in a blanket of darkness, which then shrunk rapidly, leaving behind only smears of blood where his body once was.

“Good riddance.” He breathed in relief, quickly retreating from the room and not slowing down until he reached the safety of the trees outside the compound.

He leaned against a tree, inhaling its scent and that of the life around him until he could get the metallic taste out of his mouth. He tried to think about how the people would react when they found that file missing, about the birds singing in the trees, about anything to get that scene out of his head.

Maybe next time, he would just leave.

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#black trenchcoat #semsenir #original writing #shackles #torture aftermath #found whumpee #reluctant savior #immortal whump #blood #wounding #whump #emotional whump

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice

Feel free to use and reblog!

defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them

"You take that back!"

jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked

putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support

not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle

"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."

getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses

noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word

always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)

never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds

"Leave my baby alone!"

accompanying the other home at night

looking out for potential dangers all the time

comforting the other as soon as they're alone

"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"

seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge

"You messed with the wrong one!"

not leaving the other's side 'just in case'

only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore

"You've got some real nerve."

#protective prompts #whump prompts #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #otp prompts #otp #family prompts #found family prompts #family au #found family au #caretaker x whumpee #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #setting prompts #scenario prompts #dialogue prompts #20 prompts

[justbreakonme]

A touch starved whumpee who’s too scared to actually hug or cuddle anyone, so Caretaker gives them a heated weighted blanket, so they can feel “touch” without being scared.

Whumpee sleeps so well it worries Caretaker because they don’t move for about 12 hours straight, and they wake up all groggy and sweaty with those lines across their cheek from the pillow case. But they wake up happy.

#touchstarved #whump #whumpee #touchstarved whumpee #whump scenario #whump comfort #caretaker #I just found out that heated weighted blankets were a thing #my whumpees are gonna be paninied

[jordanstrophe]

I love it when a high-status caretaker adopts a nobody whumpee. I also love a high-status whumpee getting adopted by a nobody caretaker, who has no idea who whumpee is, but whumpee adores it because someone is treating them like a normal person for the first time.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #caretaking prompt #found family whump #parental caretaker #powerful caretaker #powerful whumpee #strong whumpee #whump tropes #whump ideas

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had been trapped for so long, with aggression and defiance being their only method of keeping themselves safe, the fact that they started acting the same way towards their rescuers wasn’t a surprise really. The whumpee didn’t want to be near anyone, and would often try to attack or at least insult whoever came close to them.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #I continue to win I found a brown panda and I got the mushroom island on mc #I have a channeling trident so I got a brown mooshroom #AND that trident got me a creeper head because I realized I could make charged creepers #AND I got a zombie villager and cured them #anyway #defiant whumpee #rescue

[graceful-not]

*grabs you* if the members of the found family aren't at least a little bit fucked up about each other what's even the point man. if the lines aren't even a little bit blurred when it comes to roles what's the point. buddy. pal. what's even the point of having a found family and then imposing strict nuclear family roles unto them, or never allowing the roles they do have to be bent or broken. what's even the point if one character (assuming they're the same age) is ALWAYS being taken care of by the other without it being related to one of their arcs. what's even the point if the found family doesn't take care of each other. what's even the point if they're normal about having people they are so so close to so as to trust with nearly everything and stick with and sweat bleed and die for. what's even the point if the roles arent flexible and based on a foundation of trust over any kind of imposed relationship, and the dynamics shift for what is needed in the situation. what's even the point if they're not a little bit in love about it. they need to LOVE EACH OTHER. what's the point if they are being kept at a distance the same to that of an acquaintance and it's not part of their greater arc or bc of their character. let them sleep together. let them cuddle. let them kiss (not necessarily romantically!!! on the forehead or the hand or a little peck on the top of a head). I'm so sick of sanitized found families I need them to care about each other so much it hurts they need to think about the others way too much do you get it. I don't want it to be a replacement for a real family I want them to Frankenstein together a new creation it needs to be elevated it needs to be bleeding and raw it needs to be REAL I want it to be ALIVE. WHY are your found family dynamics so fucking DEAD!!!! STOP SHOVELLING ROTTING MEET INTO MY MOUTH I CAN TELL ITS DEAD I CAN FUCKING TELL WHEN ITS DIVIDED SO CLEARLY BY CARETAKER/WHUMPEE WHY IS IT SO ONE-WAY THE FAMILY TAKES CARE OF EACH OTHER THEY DONT NEED TO BE JUST ONE ROLE. A PERSON CAN BE A FATHER A MOTHER A MENTOR A TEACHER. A BROTHER AND FRIEND IN SOLIDARITY OR EVEN A LOVER IF IT IS NEEDED. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT.

#grace gvoices gthings (nothing starts with g and i wanted alliteration) #found family #found family dynamics #relationship dynamics #character dynamics #writeblr #??? #DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT. #im sick of the caretaker/whumpee hurt-comfort sugary sweet dynamic where the caretaker is watered down so much #relationship anarchy #←JUST FOUND OUT WHAT THIS IS. FUCK YEAH

[siren-of-agony]

Immortal whumper that let's immortal whumpee run away every now and again.

They both know, sooner or later, they'll be found again.

#whump #whump prompt #immortal whumpee #Immortal whumper #🤌 It's about the constant fear 🤌 #🤌 It's about the recapture trope 🤌 #🤌 It's about the characters knowing each other so so well and them being the only constant in each other's long long lives 🤌 #🤌 It's about the horror in the comfort and the comfort in the horror 🤌 #🤌 It's about the question if running away is worth it or if the anticipation of being found again and again isn't worse than enduring #the constant torture 🤌 #Okey im done now #Actually #🤌It's about maybe feeling almost safe after like a hundred years or more only to realize that whumper has actually been waiting close by #for years for exactly that moment #Maybe even having wormed their way into whumpees social circle #To show how fake that safety always was 🤌 #Also 🤌 It's about the intimacy 🤌

[whumppromptoftheday]

caretaker leaving an injured/sick whumpee for supplies and comes back to them gone/dead

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump idea #caretaker #hope this one hasn't been posted already i found it in my notes so hopefully not!

[writersagony]

You guys.. really like seeing people tied up and tortured in writing, huh?

#Surprised it's my most pop post on here #Just #A hero regretting not betraying their team #And now they're a wittle whumpee #In a tight spot #Tumblr is a place for mutual #And I have found mine #Whump #Whimper #Whumpee #hero whumpee

[whump-queen]

whumpee being kept as just a blood source~

it’s just so much more dehumanizing, getting tossed around and kept restrained and covered in bruises and bite marks all the time, always on the precipice of deleriousness from the constant blood loss. weak and angry and desperate but too drained of blood and energy to do anything but snarl and struggle weakly against the ropes that keep their hands behind them

#found this in my drafts so here *throws it at you* #vampire whumper #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whump #whump prompt #whump vibes #whump scenario #akia.txt #my post #my prompts

[inky-the-artist]

cw: panic attack mentioned, hurt/comfort, recovery

a small whumpee huddled in a tight space when having a panic attack or being overwhelmed

and a bigger caretaker who wants to comfort them somehow managing to squeeze themselves in too, making whumpee laugh because of how comically they had to fold their limbs

#whump #whump aftercare #whumpee #caretaker #panic attack whump #whump panic attack #whump prompt #small whumpee #good caretaker #hurt/comfort #recovery whump #potentially found family

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Death threat, fear of death, begging, weapons.

"P-please," Whumpee begged, scrambling backwards a little more with each step the looming figure took towards them. "Please, I don't wanna die. Please!"

Whumper gave them a crooked smile, holding their knife out a little ways to the side as they examined Whumpee's rather pathetic position. "I'm merely doing my job, sweetheart. If it were up to me I'd take you home with me in a heartbeat, but I was paid to make sure you die."

Oh god. "Wh-what if I willingly went with you?" they managed through shaky breaths and frightened little sobs. "What if I- I let you take me with you, and you can do whatever you want with me? Please? Nobody has to know that I'm alive. It'll just- just be between you and I."

"Really?" Whumper raised an eyebrow. They considered it for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the offer, before slowly pocketing their knife. "You'd rather risk something like that then die, huh?"

Whumpee frantically nodded. "Please. I'm so- so scared of dying. I'll do whatever you want!"

"...Fine. Get up."

Whumpee let out a deep, relieved sigh, scrambling to do as they were told. They clung to Whumper's arm, squeezing their eyes shut as they were hurriedly dragged out of the alleyway.

"Tha-ank you so much," they whispered. "Thank you. I'll be good."

"Nobody can know about this, you hear me?" Whumper hissed into their ear. "If you do anything to get me into trouble, I promise I'll find you. You'll have suffered all this just to die at the hand of my blade anyway."

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump tropes #whumpee #whumper #found in the drafts... #was actually what inspired sbak

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

"Whumpee asked for you specifically, A. I'll let you in to see them," Whumpee's medic and lover, Caretaker, said.

A couldn’t believe it. Whumpee wanted to see them? Before their best friend, B? After they sacrificed themself and were tortured by Whumper for months because of them?

They followed Caretaker, refusing to let them down, even as their face burned with shame, guilt gnawing at their insides.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leader Whumpee sat in the wheelchair, whiteboard sitting across their blanketed lap as Caretaker opened the door for A, the younger, sibling-like member of Team. A's breath hitched, eyes widening.

"They’re okay, A," Caretaker assured them. "Their throat is still healing, and they're still weak, but they're going to be okay."

A nodded, Caretaker letting out a deep breath. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to give the two of you some privacy. I have some things to attend to." The door shut behind them, leaving A standing before Whumpee, unable to meet their eyes at the sight of matching wounds from Whumper.

Whumpee's eyes burned with the shame of being unable to even give A a hug, or tell them that none of this was their fault. They attempted a smile, scribbling on their board.

"I missed you."

A's eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Whumpee," they whispered, hands curling into fists.

Whumpee shook their head vigorously, scribbling big letters on the board before tapping it when their marker. A looked up, hiccuping when they saw the message.

"It’s not your fault. They would've just killed you and taken me anyways. It's not your fault."

As A sank to their knees, they wrapped their arms around Whumpee in a hug, holding back tears as they pressed their face into the blanket.

#whump prompt #whumpee #tw: trauma #caretaker #tw: angst #tw: violence #tw: torture #tw: captivity #tw: throat whump #tw: implied strangulation #tw: muscle atrophy #tw: crying #tw: guilt #found family #team whump #whumper

[shywhumpauthor]

I like the idea of possessive Whumpers with their Whumpees in a setting that’s not direct captivity

Like Whumpee is still living their life, going to work and stuff, from the outside everything seems fine with them. Inside their house, though, of course it’s anything but.

I want the subtle signs of power. The necklace Whumpee wears, that nobody—save for one very specific person—ever gets close enough to notice that there isn’t a clasp—it’s welded on.

Their watch, seemingly a normal smartwatch, but it’s not connected to their own phone. Their location is always being shared to Whumper, and they better pray that the heartbeat monitor on it keeps working because if Whumper thought they took it off for even a minute, they’d be fucked.

Numerous wounds and bruises, hidden under gauze, then bandages, then a long sleeved undershirt, and finally their work clothes. They feel like the fabric is choking them, temperature growing unbearable in the many layers and the office’s heater. But they can’t take it off, not even their jacket.

The dark circles beneath their eyes, concealer smeared over their face to hide the bruises. When their coworkers ask why their voice is so hoarse, why their eyes are so swollen, they respond “just a head cold,” and quickly return to work.

They pray for somebody to notice the signs, and at the same time they hope no one will ever find out, fearing not only what Whumper would do to them, but what they would do to the coworker too.

#I found this half done in my drafts so #quickly finished so I can post #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #creepy whumper #captured whumpee #captivity whump #writing prompt #intimate whumper #whump drabble #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #whump idea #whump ideas #whump scenario #emotional whump #whump inspiration #whump inspo #whump blog #whump prompt list #writing prompts #writing ideas

[echoingalaxies]

Whumpee doesn't have any family or friends in real life, but they do have a few very close internet friends. They're Whumpee's lifeline and that's why Whumpee spends all their time online.

One day Whumpee stops responding, and after a few days has passed, the internet friends gather together, first online and eventually in real life, trying to figure out what happened to Whumpee, who has seemingly just disappeared. They're not all friends with each other, and some of them might even have a complicated relationship, but they all love Whumpee and are willing to work through their disagreements to find their friend.

#and so a found family was born #whump prompts #whump #whump community #internet friendships #whump trope #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump thoughts #multiple caretakers #team whump #missing whumpee #writing #writing prompts #writing prompt #story prompt #story prompts #writing ideas #prompts

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had managed to escape, and was sure that for the foreseeable future, the whumper would not find them. The problem is that the whumpee didn’t have anyone- they had friends before, but it had been so long. The whumpee grows more desperate, and they just want someone that can comfort them during the worst of their nightmares.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper #my Minecraft pet list increases #my friend and I found ALLAYS #escape