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I won’t post my writing anymore so don’t expect anything from this.
A sadistic whumper with a gentle smile.
Can't stop thinking about unconscious whumpee waking up in the middle of being cared for.
The initial realization from carer (or carers) that whumpee is gaining consciousness. "They're coming around" (maybe said with relief, or with quietly uttered curses because whumpee being awake will only make things more complicated at this moment) and "Hey, Whumpee, you with me?" and "You're safe, I've got you."
Whumpee coming to, confused and hurting, while carer struggles to keep them calm so they don't injure themself further. Maybe whumpee is too out of it to remember anything after the fact, but their screams, the pleas and begging, are something carer won't soon forget. Or maybe whumpee remembers every second of it, and afterwards has to face carer knowing that carer has seen them at their most vulnerable.
260523-daily study
Whumpee being forced to act normal despite being in an abysmal amount of pain hits different
“Who taught you how to fight”
Whumpee looked up. “What?”
“Those moves." Caretaker said, wiping sweat from their forehead, "They’re not ones that you learn how to fight traditionally. They’re ones you learn fighting to survive.”
Whumpee blinked.
“So who taught you how to fight?”
Hah. Whumpee let out a faint snort, then huffed and stood up, taking their weapon.
"You don't want to know." Whumpee felt Caretaker's gaze follow them as they walked out, an image of Whumper plastered in their mind.
Who indeed...
Nothing better than Whumper making a mistake (leaving a door unlocked, forgetting to tie Whumpee up, leaving a tool in the cell) and freaking out when they realize. They rush back, expecting to find Whumpee gone, but there they are, as usual.
Whumpee never noticed Whumper's mistake.
Do they even realize Whumper made a mistake? And if they do find out, how ashamed do they feel? To know that escape was so close and they just... didn't notice. They got so used to the door being locked they didn't even check to see if it was open.
Mmm, or Whumpee noticed and did do something. They taped the door latch, they dug around and figured out the code lock, they used the tool and put it back EXACTLY as before.
Whumpee being terrified of being caught the entire time, their heart hammering painfully as they play dumb, pretend to know nothing.
Whumper going to bed that night reminding themselves to be more careful, but Whumpee is escaping at midnight. And when Whumper wakes up in the morning, Whumpee’s already had 8+ hours of a headstart.
Hilarious being a guy and having my birthday be the same day as WOMEN’S DAY.
World hates me man (╥﹏╥)
Whumpee who doesn’t know who they are. Not in an amnesia sense or anything, but a “I don’t know what my favorite color is” kind of way.
Likes and dislikes, a personality of any kind wasn’t conducive to the life they had lived up until now, and it felt like they were starting from scratch.
Every decision takes seemingly forever as they searched through fragments of what little they knew about themselves. Did they want the blue toothbrush, or the green one? Did they prefer a hoodie or a sweater? Did they actually not care, or did they just not know?
Whumpee kneeling in front of Caretaker, gazing up at them with the most pathetic puppy dog eyes, pleading for Caretaker to keep them. Please. Please don’t send them back, please let them stay, they’d be so good, they’d do anything they wanted.
Anything.
I think this is the post that inspired several rude anon messages (lmao) so I’m gonna reblog it and add onto it.
-Caretaker tells them they couldn’t “keep them” but they were welcome to stay. As a friend, as a fellow human. Whumpee doesn’t understand what that means and the implication that there was a right way and wrong way for them to stay is very scary.
-Caretaker who already knows the conditioning runs too deep to just spring anything on them, so they say yes, of course, but that they don’t have to do anything. This only scares them more because everyone wants something, why couldn’t Caretaker just tell them?
-Caretaker who has to send them back, at least temporarily, crushed with guilt at having to break the news, even if they know they’d be back for them. Giving whumpee a pat on the head or shoulder as a goodbye, hoping they’d be able to get them out sooner rather than later.
-Caretaker who cannot keep them, who is just as trapped in the situation as they are. They tell them the truth, and try to make the most of the time they have left.
-Caretaker who has no idea how they’re going to make this work, but how could they not?
protective caretaker but its that overwhelming emotion of being humbled and possessive of the fact that whumpee trusted you to see them at their most vulnerable, recovering in the hospital room with only a thin blanket covering their naked form, struggling to come to, and relying on you to help give them a ginger ale bc their hand coordination is too woobly and vowing never to let anything happen to them and maybe not let anyone else see them like this as much as you can help it.
Especially if they know whumpee would hate to be seen like that, hate knowing that anyone had seen them at their weakest and most vulnerable.
Glaring down friends and strangers alike who even dared to mention that version of whumpee because it was so deeply private that even the concept felt too personal.
The kind of love and protectiveness that made them understand snarling animals and hysterical strength. They wanted to kick the worlds teeth in for what it did to Whumpee while at the same time shielding them from everyone and everything.
That’s their Whumpee, theirs. To protect, to love, to care for and to keep safe. Theirs.
Stuffed and Mounted | Chapter 2, Queen of the Andes
TW: Captivity & Restraints, Dehumanization, kinda grusome Forced Feeding (Tube feeding/Funnel), Starvation & Physical Weakness, fainting, Manipulative/bad Caretaker Dynamics, captivity
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The bottom half of the room was dark wood paneling, scarred with the scuffs of old chair legs and heavy boots. But the top half was covered in a faded, peeling wallpaper: yellowing cowboys on bucking broncos, their lassos frozen in mid-air. It was a room for a child who had long since grown up or vanished. There was a shelf above the dresser that held a single wooden horse and a dusty trophy for a fishing derby.
Two living weapon whumpees, one defiant, the other compliant.
The compliant follows every order to the letter, they don't complain about their missions. The only time they question authority is to ask "How high?" when told to jump. They don't get punished, their superiors show them off to the other weapons as an example to strive forward to be. They constantly beg and plead with their defiant friend to stop arguing. Stop fighting. Just roll over and be a good dog.
The defiant one is the opposite. They kick, and scream, and fight all the way. When sent on missions, they either do not complete them, or do it in a way that benefits themselves. They talk back to their superiors. They THREATEN their superiors. Their body is littered with scars from the frequency of their punishments.
Everyone's expecting them to desert.
Only for the Compliant Whumpee to be the one who runs away.
Whumpees in poly relationships
Whumpers in poly relationships
Caretakers in poly relationships
Polyamory in whump <33
"Honey, you can't torture our partner in the basement."
"But— But it's how I cope! And you were the one who said how good they looked in red :("
"In formal clothing! Not when they're bleeding out in my arms!"
Smart Whumpees. The ones that stay away from the action, but are responsible for planning their team's missions. The ones that are terrified of being captured, but don't fall for Whumper's manipulation. The ones that are a source of all that sweet, juicy information, but can also come up with lies indistinguishable from the truth.
There's just so much potential here!
OH MANNNN I ROTATED ON THIS ONE FOR DAYS ITS SO GOOD, god I hope you know how much I love this idea and I really hope I did it justice.
cw: interrogation, electrocution, shock collar, pyschological whump, manhandling, restraints, beaten, team dynamics, creepy whumper
The warehouse reeked of oil and rust, the air thick with damp cold. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow over the captive's bruised face.
Whumpee had been bound to a chair—not haphazardly, but with cruel precision. Thick zip ties cut into their wrists, circulation already waning, and their ankles were secured to the metal legs. A little too tight.
Whumper wanted them to feel it.
"You must be terrified." Whumper was smiling. Confident in their success.
They let out a slow breath, steadying their pulse, their mind working three steps ahead.
Who was your first ever OC? As far back as you can remember.
I wanna hear about all of them!
I think my first was in seventh grade (12 or 13 years old or so). It was a fantasy-adjacent short story about a storm hitting a town and doing damage, but it was from the perspective of a little bird that lost her nest and eggs and everything while the humans complained about broken windows. She didn’t have a name, but she had a lot of personality
God I might actually remember this…
The first OC I can remember is an Undertale OC, of all pieces of media. Her name was Rose and she was this overpowered edgy character I made when I was very little. Funny thing is she looked almost like me but with cooler hair and paler skin lol.
I still look back at that era with fondness tbh, I was just stupid and happy. Her design went through a bunch of reworks until I just gave up on her.
I love me some whumpee and whumper in domestic bliss, but there's always something to remind whumpee of their predicament:
Whumper and Whumpee cuddled up, drinking coffee together - but the chain is still clamped around their ankle.
Whumper and Whumpee eating a candlelit dinner together, but the shock collar remote is placed in view on the table... just as a warning.
Whumper runs Whumpee a nice, hot bath - but it's only to wash away the blood and grime caked to their skin.
Feel free to add some more 😘
Whumpee having been in captivity long enough for Whumper to trust them around the house, do some chores and maybe even have the same privileges as their captor… yet the windows are still locked shut. They have no way to open the door.
Just… that wrong feeling of freedom when Whumpee’s situation didn’t actually change at all <3