the world seems to fade in and out, blood rushing through their ears drowning out the voices around them. it hurts- is all whumpee can think, the pain is setting their body alight and sending stars to dance before their eyes. they’re confused and scared, the world too big and loud for their semi conscious brain to comprehend.
but then, arms are wrapping around their fragile body, settling the shakes that ravage their frame. they panic at first, weakly fighting against whatever new torture this is; but then they hear it, the soft lull of caretaker’s voice. a hand cards through their hair and the rumble of caretakers chest is welcoming as they press against it.
the world is slipping through their fingers now, and whumpee lets their consciousness fade away as they weakly grip onto the back of caretaker’s shirt.
“Can you help me out?” The villain asked. “I’m having trouble getting my car started.”
“You don’t think I’m that gullible, do you?” The hero said, somewhat offended. “Your disguise isn’t even that good. Your moustache is coming off.”
The villain felt their face. Sure enough, their fake moustache was falling from their face. The hero rolled their eyes and started walking away.
“Wait!” The villain called. “Let me try again! I won’t stuff you in the trunk this time!”
living weapon whumpee who was trained to not show signs of being in pain but punishments won't stop unless whumper(s) believe they've been properly punished. which goes until whumpee cracks, at which point they are additionally punished for showing pain.
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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)
"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"
The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.
The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.
"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"
The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.
The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.
The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.
"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."
"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.
"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."
"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.
"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"
"please."
"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."
A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."
The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"
"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.
"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."
The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.
"p-please."
There was nothing the caretaker could do.
yeah impaling a character to pin them to the wall is good but you know what makes it better? having to pull out the thing impaling them to save them
The flutter in my chest that I get when I envision suffocating someone with a pillow, watching them thrash around against my strength.
It can't possibly be normal but I just can't get enough.
– Swan 🦢 he/they/it/shx/she
A feral whumpee that attacks anyone that comes near them- except for the whumper, as they’re the only person they’re scared of. People that try to help the whumpee are usually hurt by them, and are usually repelled by this behavior.
whipped on the back
Hey, don't cry. Go ahead and take that whumpee by the hair and slam their head against a sturdy surface and you'll feel a lot better <3
Anon asked:
Do you have any collars and dehumanization prompts?
I have a couple:
“Hello, pet.”
The whumper removes any instance of the whumpees names/nicknames. They are just ‘pet’ (or whatever else the owner wants to call them.) They’re not even called ‘blue eyes’ or ‘blondie’ etc.
The collar is one of those barbed ones, or a loop leash that tightens if the whumpee strays too far.
Maybe they’re kept at the whumpers side - forever forced to crawl by them/sit on their haunches.
It takes a long time for them to learn the behaviour… and it'll take even longer for them to unlearn it when they’re rescued.
The whumpee could eventually turn feral - taking on characteristics of a pet.
Maybe the whumper has a ‘pack’ of pets - I can imagine the new addition being unwelcome/being forced to fight for their food.
They’re fed in a bowl on the floor.
If they’re good they’re given treats (small biscuits, scraps of meat etc)
Over time, they feel anxious if they don’t have a collar around their neck. At first it’s claustrophobic, but then they feel too exposed without it.
The partner can either be deceased, broken up with the POV character, or just away on a trip somewhere.
Looking through old photos
^ and maybe kissing a photo of them
Re-reading old texts
Texting their number to ramble even though it's no longer in use
Cuddling with their clothes
Wearing their clothes
Asking a mutual friend how they're doing
Stalking their social media
Listening to songs they like
Spraying their perfume/cologne to pretend they're in the room
Visiting places they used to go to together
Hugging a pillow and pretending it's them
Trying to do something to distract from thoughts of them
Coming up with scenarios in which they're still there (and maybe dwelling on them too much)
Being unable to fall asleep because they miss them too much
Seeing them in their dreams
Buying them gifts for when they get back
Planning a surprise for them for when they get back
Or if they're broken up, working up the courage to get back together with them
Feeling like their whole life is out of whack because they're not around anymore
❌ Whump Prompts | Fics ❌ Sebastien | Pagan 35 ❌ He / Him | Writer / Artist ❌
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