Whumpee drifted through the crowded room, nodding with a practiced smile at anyone who managed to catch their eye. The room and everyone in it dripped with decadence, the shine practically assaulting their eyes. Their back ached from holding a rigid posture all evening long.
“Pardon me, you’ve been sent a drink,” a waiter said, appearing at their elbow and gesturing towards the sender. Whumpee managed a smile as they traced the gesture over to Whumper, who flashed them a wink.
“Thank them for me, please,” Whumpee replied softly, taking the tall glass in their hand and sipping at the bubbly liquid. Whumper knew they didn’t handle their alcohol well, and this was their third glass this evening.
Their head was beginning to spin as they finished it. Whumpee tilted to the side, being caught by a firm hand at their waist.
“Someone’s had a little too much to drink, hm?” Whumper laughed, just loud enough for other guests to hear and titter over it before turning away.
Whumper dragged them gently out of the room, always keeping up appearances. As soon as they were far enough down a darkened hallway that the party noises faded into the background, Whumper pinned them against the wall, unsheathing a knife that they’d hidden at their waist.
“You look pretty out of it, darling. I’m not even sure you’d feel anything if I cut you, right here.” They ghosted the knife over Whumpee’s shoulder, ending with the tip poised over their neck.
Whumpee whined, blinking their hazy vision.
“Your eyes are gorgeous like this, all big and unfocused. It’s a shame we couldn’t stay in the party; the way your eyes reflected the light was stunning.”
Whumpee closed their eyes against rising tears, leaning into the wall for support.
The knife dug in unexpectedly, sharp heat seeping through their high-end outfit.
Whumpee choked on a gasp, eyes flitting open.
“That’s better, dove. You know better than to turn away from me, so keep your eyes open. You wouldn’t want me to replace you, now would you? I think I saw Teammate here tonight.”
Whumpee shook their head as much as they were able to. “Please, no, leave them out of this.”
Whumper snorted. “Well, if you’re still able to form coherent sentences you’re either not drunk enough or not in enough pain. I do believe I’ve handled the first one, so let’s move on to the second.”
Whumpee barely had time to prepare before the blade thrust in again, this time between their ribs. It cut deep, the elegant blade submerging up to the hilt.
Whumper instantly hugged Whumpee to them, muffling their screams on their shoulder.
“Save those pretty noises for when we get home, dove,” they murmured coaxingly in Whumpee’s ear, hand teasing the knife handle and twisting it ever so slightly. “There’s plenty of time left in the night, and I have so much more to do to you. Right now, how about you see how quiet you can stay, and maybe I’ll even let you see Teammate before we go back.”
Whumpee opened their mouth to say no, please. They didn’t want Teammate to see them. Not like this.
But Whumper pulled the knife from them, causing a mix between a groan and a cough. Whatever it was, it was laden with unspeakable agony.
“I think I’ll let you pick where I cut you next,” Whumper said, pulling their head back with a fist in their hair. Whumpee’s throat was stretched uncomfortably as they stared up at Whumper, who was settling the knife gently at the soft skin under their chin. “Choose quickly, dove, or I’ll do it for you, and I’m anxious to see how much pain you can take without screaming.”
Suddenly, footsteps approached them from the party.
“Everything all right over here?” The voice that spoke seemed friendly, and Whumpee longed to be over with whoever that was instead.
“Quite all right, thanks,” Whumper said cordially. “They had a bit too much to drink and was getting overwhelmed, so I thought it best to take them away from the party for a moment.”
Whumpee’s heart hammered. This person could help them. They were only steps away. Why couldn’t they see the blood? Should Whumpee scream? Surely Whumper couldn’t work themselves out of that one.
They opened their mouth, but fear clamped their throat and all they managed was a terrified whine.
“Oh-“ Whumper lowered their voice. “- I think our conversation might be too much for them right now. Thank you for checking in.”
“Of course.” The voice was sickeningly cheerful for the situation. Then the footsteps retreated, and just like that, they were gone.
Whumper’s grip on them turned vise-like, wrenching them against the wall. “What was that I heard just now, dove?”
Whumpee stared at them, eyes huge.
“Oh, I do love it when you look at me like that,” Whumper grinned, the anger retreating to flicker behind their eyes, hidden in that horrible smile. “You’re trying so hard not to let those tears fall, hm? Why don’t I help you out a bit?”
They wrapped their hand around Whumpee’s frail wrist, bringing their hand flat against the wall by their head.
“I’m going to clip your wings, so you’ll never think of leaving me again,” Whumper said with far too much satisfaction, poking the tip of the knife threateningly into their hand.
Whumpee bit their lip to hold back a cloud of senseless begging and screams. Their hand trembled under the knife from how their sons wracked their body, enough to make the knife draw blood before Whumper even pressed in.
Whumper watched them, grabbing their chin and turning their face towards them. “Actually, I’d like to hear what noises I can get you to make with this. Since you’re so flighty, why don’t we leave a bit early? We’ll be home much earlier than anticipated. You’ll probably wear your voice out by morning.”
Whumper resheathed the knife, wrapping an arm around the trembling Whumpee and leading them back to the party.
“But, aren’t you worried about people seeing me like this?” Whumpee asked through their tears.
Whumper hugged them tight to their side. “Oh, poor dear. No one here cares what happens to you if I’m the one doing it.”
The instant they left the hallway, there was an onslaught of light and noise. Whumpee cringed away from it, feeling dizzier than ever, but Whumper forced them forward, calling out to some friends. Almost despite themself, Whumpee scanned the crowd for Teammate. Were they even here? Or was that just another cruel trick Whumper had played on them?
But- no, there they were. Looking clean and happy and right at home in the shimmering atmosphere. Whumpee was glad they were happy without them. Teammate deserved that, at least.
Then Teammate’s head turned, and they caught Whumpee’s eye. Their eyes widened, jaw slack with sudden horror and concern and possibly rage. Whumpee didn’t have time to process the intense emotions on their face before Whumper had them outside in the night air, still thick with music and chatter, yet impossibly far from Teammate.
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Caretaker worked to cook Whumpee’s favorite meal. They heard quiet shuffling behind them as they twirled around to see Whumpee up and about, struggling to walk.
“Whumpee! You’re supposed to be resting!’’ Caretaker scolded.
“I know! I know…” They murmured back, wrapping their long comfortable grey sweater tightly around their waist.
“Well obviously not. Off to bed with you! Shoo!” Caretaker waved, taking Whumpee’s arm while trying to turn them back around.
“But I’m thirsty!” They complained. Caretaker sighed as they pulled out a chair from the table.
“Alright, but let me get it for you! Just sit down and take it easy.” They coaxed, helping them sit down as they half collapsed into the chair with a grunt.
“How is it?” Caretaker murmured, pouring a glass of water.
“It’s okay.” They rasped. Caretaker handed them the cup as they guided their trembling hand to help them.
“Okay, but how is it really.” Their eyebrow raised.
Whumpee could hide nothing from Caretaker as they let out a sigh. “It still hurts.“ they let off a weak smile.
Caretaker huffed with sadness as they rested their hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “I’ll get you some pain reliever.”
“No no! I can get it” Whumpee grunted, pulling themselves back to their feet with a hand gripping there side to hold their wound closed. Caretaker opened their mouth to yell at them.
“Before you yell at me! The doctor did say it was healthy to move around some.” They weakly smiled.
“Yeah, after your wound is sealed. I don’t want your stitches to rip.” Caretaker sighed. Wumpee waved their hand dismissively as they reached up for the bottle
“Aww stop it, you worry to mu-*pop*
They both froze, Caretaker with a mouth full of coffee staring at them wide eyed.
“WHUMPEE!” Caretaker about choked.
“Aah! Hey! It might not have been a stitch, it could have been anything!” Caretaker’s eyes darted down to see a small blot of blood soaking through their grey sweater.
“Oh…” Whumpee sadly sighed. “This was my favorite swea-”
“Into the car, let’s go.” Caretaker snapped, wrapped their arm around their back and slowly walked them step by step towards the door. “Mmkay…” They murmured sadly.
After Whumpee got their stitches fixed at the doctors, Caretaker put them on bedrest until they fully healed, staying by their side and pampered them.
"Whumpee, come on. You're being unfair." Caretaker crosses their arms. "How was I supposed to know that shit would freak you out?"
"You, you weren't," Whumpee responds, trying to even their voice out. "It - it isn't your fault. I just need a second to ground myself, that's all." They wipe their nose, rubbing their eyes furiously. "I'm sorry. I'll pull myself together."
"Yeah, you better," Caretaker mumbles. "We can't even hang out like we used to anymore. I'm not Whumper. You know that. So why are you still so scared of me?"
"I'm not! I'm, I'm getting better, I swear, I just -- I don't know why I'm like this, I'm trying to get better.." Whumpee looks down, staring at the carpet.
Caretaker throws their hands up, exasperated. "Fine! Whatever!" They move towards Whumpee's front door, pulling their coat on. "Call me when I don't have to spend every ten minutes reassuring you over some stupid bullshit."
Writer brainrot I have this stuck in my head but don't have a way to put it in any of my wips:
Caretaker is checking the whumper over, tending to injuries etc. The whumpee is fluster at the caretaker's proximity, they have feelings for them. So when the caretaker goes to take their pulse they find that it's racing, maybe they kind of know what's going on, giving the whumpee a slight smirk and continuing on. Or maybe they don't know, maybe they get worried and the whumpee is trying to tell them that they are sure it's just nothing. Whatever way it's cute and I love it
Your character is trapped in a glass tank that's rapidly filling up with water.
Their partner shows up when the water has reached up to their chin, shouting through the glass, "Hold on tight, I'm gonna get you out of here" - but the bad guys show up.
There are two fights here; the trapped character is fighting to stay conscious long enough to not drown, and their partner tries to fire into the glass, taking out goons at the same time.
The glass is durable, and it takes an entire clip for it to crack. There is no time, the character has already lost consciousness, floating in the tank, no more fight in them.
It's their partner's elbow that does the trick in the end.
A chaos of glass and water erupts, and the mission to resuscitate their friend - my god, they're not breathing, there's barely a pulse - seems like an impossible task:
There is glass everywhere, cutting both of them deep and shallow.
With bloody knees and panic seizing their own lungs, the partner watches their friend take a shaky breath.
About a freshwater whumpee who finds herself thrown in saltwater. Focused on themes of captivity, pain, angst, fear, mistreatment and hurt/comfort. Inspired by this post by @whumpropaganda
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The fall had woken her. Tumbling through the air, tight spins as if she were still performing, as if the electric rattle of the conductor’s prod was in her peripheral vision, ready to crackle against her scales if she did not make the crowd ooh and aah.
I've seen many posts about lycanthropic whumees, whumpees with super powers or magic, winged whumpees...... but where are my mermaid whumpees?
Siren whumpee being forced to sing for a crowd, but her voice is dry from singing so much in the air and her whumper won't give her water.
The collar is very inconveniently placed over the gills, so when whumpee is under water they struggle to breathe.
Food being placed far out of reach, maybe on land several feet away, maybe suspended high above the tank, either way, whumpee has to work for it.
Broken fins, broken tail bones, broken shoulders.
A warm-water species is kept in a cold, dark tank, or a cold-water species is kept in a warm, brightly lit tank.
Whumper doesn't clean the tank, and doesn't put any fish that would clean it in the tank because then whumpee could talk to someone.
The tank is too small, or frightenly large.
Whumpee is placed in a tank that is dangerous (wrong pH, wrong turbulance, wrong conditions, OR, electric or morray eels, giant octopodes that could eat whumpee if they get too close, 20 foot long crocodiles, venomous jellyfish, baracudas.....water is actually terrifying I could go on forever)
No way of actually escaping the whumper unless the whumper also lives under water. Sure their friends can come supposing they're land-dwelling, but what about transporting whumpee away? How could their under-water friends come?
Whumpee tied up at the bottom of the tank
Whumpee not even being put in a tank, maybe at the bottom of a well, or in a moist dungeon, or a bathtub with broken faucets or a standing shower.
Whumpee is cut, whipped, anything that draws blood, and dunked in salt water.
Maybe the whumper collects cryptic whumpees. A freshwater species and salt water species of mermaids live in tanks beside eachother. Small cages containing rare harpies or angels with unique featherings or dragonkin angels hang like balloons. An actual demon has a cell nearby, but cold iron shackles decorated with specific runes that keep them from using their magic to get out (not even hell gave him this much trauma). A werewolf and a vampire. Fae powers are abused on the regular.
What about mers and shock collars? One around the base of their tail and their neck?
Hmmm, an interesting thought! The only thing is that water can conduct electricity–so if there’s more than one mer per tank, and one misbehaves, they might all be in for an awful surprise.
There could be other ways to whump them with collars, though–through toxins or poisons on needles in the collar, or just needles in the collar period.
I do like the idea of a punishment collar on the tail, though. That’s a tasty variation.
Merperson whump? Also is it plausible for a mermaid in captivity to be wearing a top?
Mer-whump, huh? I don’t generally write merfolk whump myself, but I’ll give it a go:
Caught in a fishing net (classic)
Caught in ropes or fishing line (similar; also classic)
Hit with a harpoon
Hooked!
Shark attack (why not?)
Other dangerous sea creatures (e.g.: blue-ringed octopus, box jellyfish)
Coral is sharp and can cut you
HURRICANES
Outboard motor propeller injuries (see: manatees)
Inhumane capture methods by humans
Trash and/or toxic substances in the water
Red tide or other dangerous algae blooms
Low-oxygen water
Regular merfolk hunts by humans (for sport or mer-meat)
Captured and separated from pod or group (emotional whump)
Circus sideshow (if captured and brought on land)
Being forced to live in an environment that’s too warm/too cold/too bright/too dark
Saltwater merfolk in freshwater tanks and…
Freshwater merfolk in saltwater tanks
Taken out of water for a dangerously long time (as punishment?)
Tank is too small!!!
Trained and forced to do tricks (the “dumb beast” trope)
Only fed after successful performances (I’m picturing a merfolk SeaWorld here, admittedly)
Not enough food or the wrong kinds of food
Lack of enrichment or stimulation, which can lead to boredom, depression, lethargy, &c (happens to octopi in captivity sometimes)
Isolation from other merfolk (for social merfolk who live in pods like dolphins and whales)–maybe they can see each other in different tanks but can’t communicate and it’s just painful
Also, I think it’s totally plausible for a mermaid in captivity to be wearing a top. It’s your writing, so it’s your world, so it’s your rules.
But if you want in-universe reasons for it, heck, look at Tumblr: it’s just so unbearably shocking to see (gasp) “female-presenting nipples,” right? So the keeper or owner keeps a top on the captive mermaid so no one who sees her is scandalized or anything.
Alternately, merfolk culture could just be like “hey, everybody regardless of your gender, you should probably wear something on top so you don’t scrape your skin on the coral and/or get too cold and/or get sunburned,” so the captive mermaid wears a top by her own choice.
“They should be getting better- Why- Why aren’t they getting better?” Even if they didn’t mean for it, A’s voice flooded into the room where B laid, the cracked door doing nothing to block the sound. B swallows and curls their hand. A could never know why, it would break them.
the villain holds your character at gunpoint to negotiate with the team leader
but what the villain doesn't know is that the character is already injured, dark spots dancing at the edge of their vision
their struggles grow weaker, and as the villain squeezes an arm around the character's throat and pushes the barrel on their temple hard enough to leave a mark, the character's knees buckle and they black out
(the team leader falters at the sight of their friend passing out in the arms of the villain, but they must take advantage of the distraction)
(And yes, ‘Ten Trails’ is absolutely a pun on ‘entrails’ lol)
This challenge is made up of ten themes, called ‘trails.’ Each trail includes ten prompts related to their theme, spread out through the month of October. Prompts on the same trail are never on consecutive days; there is always at least one day in between prompts, often more. You can use these ‘off days’ to rest your creative muscles or to do a prompt from a different trail, whichever you please!
The goal is to complete at least one trail OR ten prompts in total! Trails, prompts, and dates are as follows!
Trail 1: Guts Galore
Trail 1 is all about that sweet blood and gore! You can really put your whumpees through the wringer with this trail!
October 2nd - bleeding out // October 7th - dissection/amputation // October 11th - impaled // October 13th - electrocuted // October 16th - shattered skull/spine // October 19th - crushed // October 21st - stabbed/shot // October 26th - flayed // October 29th - set on fire // October 31st - organ failure
Trail 2: Heart and Soul
Trail 2 deals with emotional whump; wanna tug on your whumpee’s heartstrings ‘til they snap? Trail 2 is for you!
October 2nd - abandoned // October 6th - repressed memories // October 9th - survivor’s guilt // October 12th - broken heart // October 15th - toxic love // October 18th - lost loved one // October 21st - abuse // October 24th - exile // October 26th - self-hatred // October 28th - suicide
Trail 3: Creature Feature
Trail 3 is full of darkness, fear, and unseen monsters just waiting for a poor unsuspecting whumpee to wander through!
October 1st - animal attack // October 3rd - mob violence // October 9th -cursed/haunted // October 13th - diseased // October 15th - cannibalism // October 19th - chased // October 21st - hiding // October 24th - slaughter // October 28th - possession // October 30th - dark magic
Trail 4: Mind Games
Trail 4 puts a spotlight on mental torment and psychological pain. Love a whumpee with their scars on the inside? Give Trail 4 a try!
October 1st - dependency // October 3rd - hallucinations // October 5th - drugging // October 7th - amnesia // October 10th - brainwashing // October 14th - straitjacket // October 18th - paranoia // October 22rd - isolation // October 25th - phobias // October 30th - broken will
Trail 5: Costume Party
Trail 5 is a celebration of all the ways a whumpee can be dressed up, accessorized, or not dressed at all! Come join the party!
October 2nd - on a leash // October 4th - muzzled // October 6th - tattoos/brands // October 8th - all dolled up // October 10th - shown off // October 12th - new name // October 16th - stripped // October 18th - collared // October 23rd - uniform // October 27th - photo op
Trail 6: Aches and Pains
Trail 6 features common but delightfully unpleasant experiences for your whumpee to suffer. Take a walk on the mild side!
October 3rd - burns // October 6th - cuts/scrapes // October 9th - lost a fight // October 11th - appendicitis // October 14th - allergies/asthma // October 17th - broken bone // October 20th - vomiting // October 22nd - broken teeth // October 25th - head injury // October 27th - cold/flu
Trail 7: Road to Recovery
Trail 7 is for those who love to see a whumpee in the aftermath. The trials and tribulations of the healing process awaits!
October 1st - rescue // October 4th - scars // October 6th - nightmares // October 8th - panic attack // October 12th - coping mechanisms // October 17th - breakdown // October 21st - self-harm // October 24th - therapy // October 29th - triggers // October 31st - lashing out
Trail 8: High Spirits
Trail 8 is chock-full of prompts designed for a whumper’s POV! What awful torments do they have in store for their victim?
October 2nd - victory // October 5th - control // October 7th - false comfort // October 10th - tools // October 13th - training/obedience // October 16th - touch // October 19th - trophy // October 22nd - hunting // October 26th - taunt/tease // October 29th - ownership
Trail 9: Death Trap
Trail 9 is no game, and definitely no fun for a whumpee! But if you like ‘no escape’ scenarios, Trail 9 will suit you just fine!
October 3rd - buried alive // October 5th - burning building // October 8th - explosive device // October 13th - noxious fumes // October 15th - lost and injured // October 17th - trapped/stuck // October 20th - hypothermia // October 23rd - deadly fall // October 25th - drowning // October 29th - sacrifice
Trail 10: Tricked and Treated
Trail 10 has lots of tricks and treats, but none that a whumpee would enjoy! Who needs candy when you’ve got prompts like this?
October 1st - betrayal // October 4th - gaslighting // October 7th - bought/sold // October 11th - cruel prank // October 14th - poisoned // October 16th - exposed // October 20th - favoritism // October 23rd - torture // October 27th - humiliation // October 31st - dehumanization
And that’s the challenge! Do as much or as little as you like, and please don’t feel the need to do every single prompt (though if you do, major kudos to you)! Feel free to @ me in your works if you’d like me to reblog them! Have fun!
IMPORTANT EDIT: There is now an AO3 collection for the Ten Trails Whump Challenge! Please feel free to submit your works to it!
When the whumpee is bleeding out, and the caretaker has to put pressure on their wounds, ignoring the way they’re squirming and crying from the pain. The whumpee being too out of it to understand why the caretaker is causing them pain, and begging them to stop, and the caretaker apologizing over and over, but having to ignore their pleading, because otherwise they’ll bleed out. The caretaker having to wait there, keeping pressure on the wounds even after the whumpee passes out, until help arrives and can take over.
Drugged whumpee who’s too delirious to do anything but beg as they’re rescued 🥰
YES-
The whumpee doesn’t understand what’s going on, the only logical assumption after that is that the whumper is about to do something to them so they can only beg for mercy.
The caretaker and the others helping all try to calm the whumpee down, but they don’t seem to register the voices and keep panicking.
The caretaker tries to let the whumpee know theyre safe by touch, so they wrap a warm blanket around it- but this only backfires as the whumpee thinks they’re being restrained.
Soaking wet whumpee being stripped of their wet clothing and wrapped in blankets, scarves, and whatever else the rescuers have on hand. A rescuer wrapping themselves around the bundled whumpee to try to add heat and provide comfort. The rescuer encouraging the whumpee to stay awake and telling them that they are safe. The rescuer running their hand through the whumpee’s hair.
Stripping a whumpee down to conserve body heat always gives me whumperflies
