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the-bar-sinister · 1 day
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Whumpee with their lips parted, looking tired and vulnerable. Their shoulders slumped, their hair damp with sweat, their chest heaving as they breathe.
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saffitaffi · 2 days
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Different walking speeds
(Also for anyone interested in this character I will start tagging posts about the book I’m writing with its title:
Daemonic Possessions and Other Oddities
[hehe you see it’s funny because possession can mean two different things ok I’ll see myself out])
I’ve already been tagging the name for the whole series (VxLI) but ye
:)
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The whumper had never hurt anyone before- and they likely wouldn’t have ever done so if it wasn’t for the fact that the whumpee had been so horrible. Constant button pushing and mocking finally made the whumper snap, and they realized how cathartic it was to make the whumpee beg for mercy.
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spinzolliii · 1 day
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Whumpee being unable to lie down comfortably for whatever reason. Maybe they’re traveling or are wounded in a way that doesn’t allow them to them recline. Maybe they have a lung infection that requires them to sit upright.
Imagine Caretaker sitting beside them with a folded rag or cushion on their shoulder that they let Whumpee rest their head on. Whumpee is finally able to fall asleep leaning against Caretaker.
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whumpingaround · 3 days
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*banging fists on the table* HISTORICAL WHUMP
i don’t care when it takes place! victorian england? 1920s america? medieval france? pre-columbian mexico? hell, even classical persia??? even something as recently as the 80s is enough for me
and yknow what would make it even better? time travel, my beloved <3
anyways im gonna go back into my “post nothing and make everyone think im dead” state
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unhonest-iago · 2 days
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Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.
Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.
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Telling the Truth
Whumpees who are forced to reveal important information that endangers the people they care about
Truth Serum:
how do they take the serum- swallowing or injection
The physical intimacy of forcing whumpees jaw open, whumper pushing their finger into the hinges of whumpees jaw, and holding their nose there forced to swallow
Injection, either quick needle jab or a slow IV drip
the fear of whumpee not knowing what it is until its too late
or knowing exactly what is being done to them and still not being able to stop them
Supernatural/fantasy- beings that cannot tell lies
maybe their truth-telling was always a point of pride, but after being kidnapped its turned against them
maybe they liked being a trickster and subtly manipulating people but still (always) telling the truth
or- its always been something that never benefitted them but it was never used against them in such a way
whumpee answers vaguely while there anxiety climbs as whumpers questions get more specific forcing whumpee to reveal more and more
Both:
maybe they bite there tongue untill it bleeds(or clean off)
clenching their jaw till it hurts
long term guilt or self-loathing
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whump-a-saurus · 14 hours
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i had a vision please let me just
cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing
a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.
at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.
most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.
once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.
after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.
now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.
whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.
whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.
(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)
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jordanstrophe · 8 hours
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Whumpee escapes whumper in the dead of night. They managed to steal whumpers phone on their way out; now all they need is a signal before they freeze to death in the rain.
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thewhumphut · 2 days
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Okay we all like the whump idea of getting stabbed in the back right? Well what if whumpee was stabbed in one of their kidneys. So now not only are they dealing with the fact they’ve been stabbed in a place they can’t reach themselves to treat, they also have to deal with kidney failure and a wicked infection is pretty much a guarantee from a punctured kidney.
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whump-mania · 23 hours
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If you’re still taking requests: an oldie, but a goodie — Defiant Whumpee A is captured, but they take everything in stride, much to the Whumper’s frustration. Then, Whumper drags in Whumpee B (Whumpee A’s friend/family member/lover/etc) and suddenly, Whumpee A is singing a different tune…
(A whump classic!)
(TWs for blood, brief hand whump, cursing)
“Stop fucking moving!”
Whumper was fed up now. At first, the chase and the fight were enjoyable. They never liked things to be too easy. But with this one, Whumpee, it was teetering on infuriating.
“Make me!” Whumpee shouted, doing everything in their power to make Whumper’s task of tying their ankles together as difficult as possible.
“I’ll break your legs if I have to!” Whumper growled.
“Then do it! See if I care!” Whumpee bit back. There was nothing in their eyes that told Whumper they were backing down.
Plan B it was.
“I know where Caretaker is,” Whumper snarled, “and I’ll have them beaten and tortured in front of you if you don’t comply.”
Whumpee actually laughed.
“Bullshit! You don’t know where anyone is. You’re bluffing!” Whumpee punctuated their statement with a satisfying kick to Whumper’s nose. They beamed in satisfaction as Whumper grunted and held their now bleeding nose, sending a punishing glare Whumpee’s way. Finally, after sitting on their legs and knocking Whumpee’s head on the ground a few times, they got their ankles tied. They stood up and wiped blood from their nose.
“Fucking watch me.”
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Until the next day, Whumpee fully believed that Whumper was lying about Caretaker. They barely knew anything about them. They couldn’t get to them, there was no way.
That was until Whumper dropped Caretaker, bound and bleeding and crying, at Whumpee’s feet.
Whumpee froze in shock for a moment before pulling at their restraints. “NO! LET THEM GO!” They screamed, terrified for Caretaker.
Whumper just walked up to Caretaker and stomped on their hand, causing Caretaker to scream through the gag they’d put on them.
“You just broke a rule,” Whumper said calmly. They knelt down and lifted Caretaker’s bloody face by the hair. “Anytime you lash out at me, disobey me, or disrespect me, I’ll make them pay for it.” Whumper dropped Caretaker’s head and stood over Whumpee.
“So what’s it going to be?”
Whumpee sobbed quietly. They couldn’t let them hurt Caretaker too. It couldn’t happen. Reluctantly, they moved into a kneeling position, just as Whumper had requested the day before.
Whumper grinned. “There you go.”
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the-bar-sinister · 3 days
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"small batch, artisanal child soldiers"
"custom, made to order living weapons."
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whump3000 · 1 day
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Whumper walking through their gardens, whistling as they set dozens of little fairy traps, then coming back to check them the next day…
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It had taken a while, but the caretaker had finally managed to find the whumper, and they don’t care how hurt they get- and they don’t care how immoral it is, they will hurt the whumper as much as the whumper hurt their friend. The whumpee didnt need to find out, the caretaker just wanted payback for what happened.
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spinzolliii · 2 days
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Caretaker falling apart over what might’ve happened to Whumpee, but deciding to respect Whumpee’s privacy. They have to stop themselves from prying or asking certain questions, knowing full well that there’s a darker, painful, intimate story behind Whumpee’s condition.
Alternatively, Whumpee’s history is eating away at them, and they’re dying to tell Caretaker everything. They decide to repress themselves for one reason or another. Maybe they’re afraid of disturbing Caretaker. Maybe they’re doubting their own recollection of what happened. Maybe they’ve been conditioned to view vulnerability as weakness.
Either way, there’s something preventing these two people from sharing the whole truth about a painful situation.
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Whumpril Prompt #15
Mind Games
TW: brainwashing, non-con psycho analyzation (idk if that’s a word but I think it makes sense), torture, memory loss
I just love psychological warfare. I’ve been reading up on it quite a bit, and it is just so interesting. I know that sounds a bit wrong, but I can’t help it!
Brainwashing is just *chefs kiss*. When my pets are bad, they just get another round and it is absolutely lovely!!!
The blank stares in their eyes when I am finished is the bane of my existence. Unfortunately, none of my pets have been too terrible lately, so I haven’t been able to do it for a while. Maybe I’ll do it just for fun!!!
PET POV
Master is terrifying. Her mind games are awful. Sometimes we can tell when she is getting into that mood- she gets restless, and gets angry quickly, just waiting for one of us to mess up so she can experiment on us some more. It happened yesterday to number 7. He accidentally tripped- he is supposed to be the graceful one. Master didn’t even hesitate- she just grabbed his ear and tugged him to the room. When 7 came out a couple hours later, all the blood was drained from his face and he couldn’t even remember where our room was. I had to feed him because he couldn’t do it himself.
This meant that when master came out of the room, normally she would have been satisfied.
But today something was wrong. She wasn’t as normal and chipper as she typically was after a session. Instead, her face was dark and she looked the same as before. She walked out, and made eye contact with me. Crap.
She came over to me and I quickly looked down, trying to do my work with her staring.
“Number three?” She huffed. I looked up meekly.
“Yes, master?” This was going terribly.
“Come with me to the room.” She turned and walked back to the room. I was horrified. She already had a session! She never does two in one day! What did I do wrong??
I slowly stepped over to the room and opened the door. Master stood behind a table with arm and leg restraints. She beckoned.
“Come, lay down.”
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