Time to Write...

Sideblog to princess-kaulise. I dump writing prompts I'm not quite ready to attach to my personal just yet here! Or maybe I just want a more organized blog. I'll eventually figure out which. no beta we die like men.

[wriwi]

Imagine if Whumper had been stalking Whumpee before the captivity, and Whumpee finds out during what would've been a harmless conversation.

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"I'm whumpee."

"That means nothing to me."

"You didn't know who I was."

"I said your name means nothing to me, not that I didn't know who you are. [pause] You still keep a spare key under the loose brick by your back door."

[luna-azzurra]

Things characters never say out loud!!!

✮ I need you to stay without me having to ask

✮ I'm not actually fine and haven't been for longer than I've admitted  

✮ I'm afraid that if you really knew me you would leave

✮ I don't know who I am outside of what I do for other people

✮ I miss who I was before everything that made me who I am

✮ I'm lonely in a way that having people around doesn't fix

✮ I think about that moment more than I will ever tell you

✮ I'm proud of myself and I don't know how to hold that without someone giving me permission

✮ I chose you specifically and I need you to know that even though I'll never say it

✮ I'm angrier than I look and have been for years

✮ I forgave you a long time ago and kept the grudge because the grudge felt safer

✮ I want to be taken care of just once without having to orchestrate it myself

✮ I don't know how to let this go and I'm not sure I want to

✮ That thing you said changed the direction of my life and you have no idea

✮ I stayed because of you specifically and I'll never tell you because of what it would mean

✮ I'm scared that this is as good as I'm capable of becoming

✮ I love you in a way I don't have the right category for

✮ I needed you to fight for me and you didn't and I'm still not over it

✮ I'm grieving something I never had and I don't know how to explain that to anyone

✮ I think I could be happy and that terrifies me more than anything that has ever hurt me

[luna-azzurra]

People pleaser flaws!!

˙⋆✮ Changing their opinion mid-sentence because someone's face shifted

˙⋆✮ Laughing at something that made them uncomfortable to keep the peace

˙⋆✮ Never sending food back even when it's genuinely wrong

˙⋆✮ The resentment that builds silently because they never just said no

˙⋆✮ Agreeing to things and hoping they get cancelled so they don't have to

˙⋆✮ Shrinking their own needs down until they're not even sure what they are

˙⋆✮ The carefully worded text that took forty minutes to seem casual

˙⋆✮ Feeling personally responsible for everyone else's emotional temperature

˙⋆✮ Complimenting someone back immediately because receiving one felt dangerous

˙⋆✮ Saying what someone wants to hear and hating themselves a little for it

˙⋆✮ Noticing they have no idea what they actually like anymore

˙⋆✮ The exhaustion of monitoring every reaction in every room at all times

˙⋆✮ Volunteering for things no one asked them to do to feel worthy of being there

˙⋆✮ Being so easy to be around that no one thinks to ask if they're okay

˙⋆✮ Adjusting their personality slightly for every single person they know

˙⋆✮ The anger that only comes out sideways because it had nowhere else to go

˙⋆✮ Apologizing to furniture they walked into

˙⋆✮ Needing to be needed as a substitute for feeling genuinely wanted

˙⋆✮ Realizing they've been performing themselves for so long they forgot the original

[whooooomp]

imagine there's two characters trapped in a tight space under rubble in a position that forces them to be in close proximity to eachother. now imagine one is wounded, blood seeping through and staining the other person as well.

NOW imagine that neither person is able to move enough to put proper pressure on the wound. all they can do is try to keep them awake and concious by talking, as they slowly grow weaker and weaker from the blood loss.

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee learns to think of themselves as just a body, an object to be used.

It's a lot less painful than being a person being violated.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to become friends

Here a some ways on how your characters could become/could've become friends.

"School & Childhood" Friends

Sitting next to each other on the first day of class

Being assigned as lab/project partners

Having the same teacher and complaining together

Sharing school supplies

Being the only two people who don’t know anyone

Riding the same school bus

Getting seated alphabetically near each other every year

Being in detention together

Letting the other cheat off of them

One person defending the other from bullying

Meeting at recess or on the playground

Competing on the same academic team

Being roommates in college

Always sitting next to each other in the library

Staying up late talking in the dorms

Helping each other study before exams

Meeting during orientation week

"Family Connections" Friends

Their mothers/fathers being friends

Being cousins close in age

Growing up as neighbors

Family friends who vacation together

Parents arranging playdates

Siblings introducing them

One family helping another during hard times

Their families attending the same religious or community events

Becoming friends because their kids are friends

Meeting at weddings or family reunions

Dating each others' siblings

"Neighborhood & Everyday Life" Friends

Living in the same apartment building

Seeing each other walking dogs every day

Sharing a fence/backyard

Helping shovel snow or carry groceries

Meeting at a local park regularly

Frequenting the same café

Running into each other during morning commutes

One person helping after a car breakdown

Being regulars at the same store

Sharing a laundry room in their apartment building

"Work & Professional Life" Friends

Starting work on the same day

Complaining about the boss together

Working late on the same project

Covering shifts for each other

Sitting beside each other in the office

Traveling together for work

Bonding during training sessions

Accidentally getting trapped in endless meetings together

One mentoring the other

Quitting the same toxic workplace

"Shared Interests" Friends

Joining the same sports team

Playing in the same band

Meeting in an online game

Joining the same fandom

Taking the same art/music/dance classes

Going to the same gym

Meeting through cosplay or conventions

Attending book clubs

Participating in hobby communities

Posting in the same niche online forum

Volunteering for the same cause

Meeting in a run club

Following each other online

"Through Other Friends" Friends

“You two would get along”

Becoming the last two awake at a party

Mutual friends inviting both people repeatedly

Being added to the same group chat

Becoming friends after a breakup divides the friend group

One friend “adopting” the quieter person

Meeting through double dates

Their two friend groups mixing with each other when two people start dating

Becoming roommates through mutuals

"Random Coincidences" Friends

Missing the same train

Being stranded somewhere together

Wearing the same outfit or shirt

Reaching for the same book in a library

Accidentally texting the wrong number

Dancing next to each other at a concert

Sitting together in the airport during a delayed flight

Sitting next to each other on the train/plane

Getting stuck in an elevator with each other

Meeting on holiday together

One person dropping something and the other helping

Surviving an embarrassing moment together

Laughing at the same thing no one else noticed

"Funny & Unexpected Situation" Friends

Mistaken identity leading to conversation

Fighting first and later becoming close

One stealing the other’s seat

A shared hatred of the same person

Both pretending to understand something they don’t

Meeting because of a lost pet

Becoming friends after a minor car accident

One person overhearing the other say something unhinged and agreeing

Meeting through a heated conversation in a comment section

Accidentally attending the wrong event together

Competing against each other and gaining each other's respect

More: Friendship Masterpost (Prompts & Advice)

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[whumpshaped]

#337.2

@leaanne2010 and tagging @honeycollectswhump as well get your traumatised 16 year old /j

first

content: child whumpee, minor whump, living weapon whump, living weapon whumpee, dehumanisation, it/its used to dehumanise, collared, on a leash, human trafficking whump, rescue, rocky recovery, comfort

Caretaker didn't miss a single fundraising event after that. They went to each one, always looking for Whumpee, always finding them by Whumper's side, leash in their 'handler's' hand, and they were always, always perfect. Despite that, Whumper yanked them around mercilessly, sometimes even slapping them for no reason, and sometimes, when they really felt in the mood, they would find Caretaker in the crowd and grin at them. Because Caretaker couldn't do anything. They were useless.

But eventually, there had to be an opportunity. And eventually, there was. Whumper left in the company of two older women, leaving Whumpee standing by the wall, in that same posture as always, their dress perfectly modest and probably hiding three different weapons, and… alone.

Caretaker was quick to rush over. "We don't have much time," they began, whispered, but they knew Whumpee heard. Well, they weren't certain certain, but they were certain enough. "I can get you out. I have money — just anyone isn't invited to these fundraisers. I can pay off your parents' debt. You don't have to spend your entire adult life enslaved, like you've clearly spent your childhood."

Whumpee was good. Nothing Caretaker said made them bat an eye.

"Please. Work with me. Give me anything. A nod. A glance. You don't want this life, do you?" Caretaker could already see Whumper walking back towards them, so they pretended to be sampling the punch. "I can get you away from Whumper. We can live a happy life. You don't have to do this. You have blood on your hand, don't you? Not of your own accord. Please, just say the word."

"Okay," came a voice softer and quieter than they'd ever heard anyone speak. Caretaker perked up. When Whumper came back, they stood between them and Whumpee, not allowing them to grab Whumpee's leash.

"This ends today," they said confidently.

"What?" Whumper barked. "Get out of my way."

"How much for Whumpee? How much is the debt? I assume you won't deduct their years of service, but that's fine, I can pay the original sum. How much?"

"It's not for sale," they said.

"I'll double the amount."

That got a reaction. Whumper was clearly money-hungry, and they couldn't pass up an opportunity so good. But would they bear to part with their hired assassin? Their bodyguard? They clearly had ambivalent feelings on the matter, but in the end, money won out. "Write me the cheque here and now."

"Not a problem."

The amount was insane. Caretaker was rich, sure, but this much? How did Whumpee's parents rack up such an insane debt? Well, in a way, it was good. At least Whumpee was worth a lot to Whumper. In a twisted way, they supposed that meant something.

"Okay," Whumper said, taking the piece of paper. "Do with it what you want." And then they walked off. Just like that. Not even sparing Whumpee one last glance.

Caretaker turned to Whumpee. "I, uh… May have spent the better part of my fortune on this, so we may not live a very cushy life now, but… But you're free."

"I'm yours," Whumpee said, determination and intense loyalty in their eyes.

"No, Whumpee… I did this so you'd be free."

"I'm yours," they repeated, confident. "I'm trained to do many things. One of which will no doubt be of service to you."

"Well… Do you perhaps enjoy conversing?" they asked sheepishly. "I'm very lonely. I wouldn't mind someone to talk to."

Whumpee looked taken aback, even through their facade of indifference. "Conversing?"

"Yeah."

"I… I'm unsure. That wasn't something I was trained in. I can listen. And I'm sure I can be trained to—"

"No training. Just talking. It's okay if you're not comfortable at first — just listening is enough."

Whumpee was quiet for a second. "Okay," they said then.

"Let's go back to my place then, if you insist on being 'mine'. I assume you just don't… have a place to go back to. If you were born into this. You can stay in one of my guest bedrooms. I hate these fundraising events — I came to all of them recently just to see you."

Whumpee's expression didn't change, but it was like their body relaxed a little. They nodded, all business. "I don't require a room," they said as they walked with Caretaker out of the huge, extravagant ball room. "I'm used to sleeping on the floor next to my handler's bed."

"Nonsense," Caretaker said immediately and sternly; they didn't mean to sound like that at Whumpee, they were mad at Whumper. "You're getting your own room, with a bed."

"Understood, Caretaker."

"And you don't need to be so formal. Just yes and no is enough for me. I'm not your handler. You're not 'mine'. You're not indebted to me. We're just friends, getting to know each other."

Whumpee was quiet for a little bit as they walked. "Okay," they said eventually.

Caretaker let out a sigh. Just how much unlearning would one need to do after being raised to be like this? "How old are you, Whumpee?"

"16."

Sixteen years of this. Sixteen years of not being treated like a human. Like a person. That was all Whumpee knew.

"Okay," Caretaker said, trying not to sound like they felt on the inside.

When they left the venue, Caretaker reached up to Whumpee's neck, and Whumpee stilled. They unclipped the leash, then undid the buckle on the collar and took it off. For the first time, they saw a bit of fear cross Whumpee's face. "B-but that's my—"

"No ownership," Caretaker said, throwing both things to the wayside. "We're friends."

Whumpee quickly righted themself. "Yes," they said, and somehow, even that sounded formal and rehearsed. Caretaker sighed again.

"Let's just go."

[whumpshaped]

It has been months since Caretaker cut Whumpee off for being "too difficult". Now, no matter how much they're struggling, they push through, they are overproductive, they do everything that scares them without a flinch and never ever talk about the past that haunts them and the future that seems non-existent. They'll never be difficult again.

[artists-apeiron]

Defiant Whumpee meets Whumper again, they’re recovering and technically in a situation of power but they still aren’t able to cut out Whumper‘ ’s psychological games.

«You gained weight» Whumper comments at one point. Whumpee pumps up

«What if I did?»

It was a victory. They had been underweight under Whumper, to fit their impossible standards. It had been hard accepting their body changing, borderline between reclaiming the body as their own and “ruining” Whumper’s toy. Spite had been essential for Whumpee’s recovery. It had supported them where softness and optimism had failed. Whumper checks them out

«I like it.» they establish. What they mean is: You’re allowed to keep it.

They’re tentative to make themselves less attractive to Whumper failing. The power they thought they had to ruin themselves negated. Their inability not to care. The relief they feel. It sucks.

bonus if later whumpee can’t but look at the mirror and have many thoughts

“Did I actually gain weight? don’t fucking listen to him. But I did get gain weight. I’m going to get fat and ugly. He thinks I’m pretty though. Fuck.”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Dialogue Responses

"I have fallen for you."

"Fallen how?"

"I feel the same way."

"When did you know?"

"Well, then get back up."

"Why would you do that?"

"This is not the right time."

"Couldn't help it, could you?"

"That wasn't very clever of you."

"I guess we have to live with that now."

"Oh no, that is awful, what will we do now?"

All the Dialogue Responses can be found here.

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[akwardsilince]

Person A: "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

Person B: "This is your fourth chance. You've already fucked up the last two."

Person A: "...how many do I get total?"

Person B: "Until you learn something. Good or bad, depends on you.""

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "I'm not going to forget you."

Person B: "That's not your choice to make."

Person A: "I'm not."

Person B: "...very well. You've done the impossible before. I suppose it wouldn't be surprising for you to do it again."

[darkwingeddove]

Can’t stop thinking about Whumpee snuggled up in bed under so many soft warm blankets. Maybe even a heated blanket? Pillows like clouds cradling them all around. Their lashes flutter as they dream, sometimes their breath hitches softly, but other than that they hardly move at all.

They’ve been sleeping for days and Caretaker gets worried every now and again. Should they let them keep sleeping? They’ve tip toed into the room every so often to check Whumpee’s pulse, feed them soup and water, but they just fall right back asleep.

They don’t interfere other than that, though. They know Whumpee must be so tired. They leave a nightlight on, adjust the ceiling fan setting, and leave the door ajar, just in case they happen to wake and need something.

Once in the hall, Caretaker breathes a sigh of relief. At least they’re safe now.

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "You're getting attached."

Person B: "Save it. I've already agonized over that fact. I've come to accept it."

Person A: "...and how long did that take?"

Person B: "Don't fucking start."

[whumper-cars]

Whumpay Day 6

Rescued Too Late/Unable To Speak/Mouth Sewn Shut

TW: noncon body modification

Caretaker was parked on the opposite side of the street from their target destination. It looked like any other ordinary house, if not a little run down. White paint worn by weather, front lawn covered in slightly-too-tall grass, slanted roof made of shingles that looked ready to come off at the slightest breeze. They pulled out their phone and checked the message sent through Whumpee's number.

Come find me.

Underneath it was an address. Caretaker compared it to the house in front of them again for the umpteenth time. This was definitely the right place.

Caretaker rested their head on top of the steering wheel. They knew they had to go in if they wanted Whumpee back. Still, every nerve in their body was telling them to put the car in drive and get the hell out of here. But they couldn't chicken out now. Not when Whumpee was at stake.

So Caretaker steeled their nerves, took their keys out of the ignition, and opened the car door. They decided to walk around the house to look for a secondary entrance. When their search came up short, they went up to the front door and turned the handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked.

They half expected someone to be standing right there, ready to put a bullet in their skull. They sighed in relief when they found no one there.

Caretaker took a closer look around the room. It appeared to be a living room, although "living" didn't really seem like a good descriptor. The only furniture in the room was a couch, a long coffee table, and an empty bookshelf in the corner. Everything was coated in a fine layer of dust. It was clear nothing in here had been touched or used in a very long time. It made Caretaker's stomach twist with dread.

They opened a door off to the side, finding stairs leading down to a basement. The light switch at the top of the stairs appeared to be useless, so they pulled out their phone and turned on the flashlight. Each step creaked as they walked down the stairs. Once they got to the bottom, they found another light switch, flicking it on. Thankfully, this one worked, turning on a ceiling lamp in the middle of the room.

And right there underneath it, was Whumpee. They were tied to a chair and slumped over. Caretaker feared the worst, until Whumpee let out a quiet sigh.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker cried out in relief. They jogged over to them, pulling out a pocket knife and working at the restraints. Whumpee still didn't look up, appearing to be too weak to lift their head.

"Oh my gosh, I was so worried," Caretaker rambled. "You dissapeared so quickly, and I didn't know where to look. Thank goodness you're okay though, right? You're okay?"

They reached a hand out to lift Whumpee's head so they could look at them properly. They faltered for a second. Once their brain finally processed what they saw, they nearly screamed.

Whumpee's eyes were sunken in. They looked Caretaker in the eye, but their gaze was glassy and unfocused. Their face was covered in small bruises and scars. But that wasn't the part that made Caretaker flinch.

It was their lips. They were sewn shut.

Caretaker's hands were shaking now. Their mouth opened and closed as they tried to find words, but they couldn't think past the horror of what they were seeing.

What kind of monster would do something like this?

Caretaker shook their head to gather their thoughts back together. They finished cutting the restraints and lifted Whumpee up into a bridal carry. They were light as a feather. Whumpee started shaking as they weakly gripped onto Caretaker's shirt. Tears were streaming down their face as Caretaker shushed them, whispering comforting words.

"You're ok, I've got you. We're gonna fix this, alright? Shhh..."

Caretaker buckled Whumpee into the passenger seat of their car, still whispering soothing words to them. Once they got into the driver's seat, they took a longer look at Whumpee. They were stick thin and shivering like a leaf. They fixed a thousand yard stare at the windshield, watching raindrops race down it. It seemed like even if they could talk, they didn't want to.

Caretaker had to bite back tears of their own at the sight of it. They reached around to the back seat, grabbing a blanket they kept back there and wrapped it around Whumpee. "Better?" they asked. Whumpee nodded shakily.

The whole way home, Caretaker kept sneaking glances at Whumpee. They were curled up now, laying their head against the window, still staring into the distance. They looked tired.

Caretaker pulled into the driveway of their house. They parked the car, but didn't get out yet. At some point, Whumpee fell asleep, and Caretaker was afraid to open the door in fear of it waking them. But they knew the longer they sat here, the more time they would be wasting. Time they could be using to help Whumpee un-sew their mouth.

They opened the door and walked around to Whumpee's side, opening their door and carrying them inside. Whumpee opened their eyes, but didn't move, clearly still out of it. Caretaker took them over and set them gently on the couch.

"Alright, wait right here," they said softly. "I'll go get some scissors and we'll cut that thread out. Okay?"

Whumpee nodded, but their face was painted in worry. They knew this was going to hurt, and Caretaker did too.

Caretaker returned with a pair of fabric scissors and got to work. Whumpee flinched every time they cut a piece of the stitches, and winced in pain every time they pulled a piece out. Caretaker hated being the reason they were in pain, but they knew that the sooner they got it out, the better.

It took almost thirty minutes of meticulous cutting and pulling, but they finally managed to get it all out. Once the last piece was pulled out, Whumpee brought a hand to their mouth, feeling around their lips.

"There we go," Caretaker murmured. "Feel better?"

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker smiled, but tilted their head in confusion. "You know you can talk now. You don't have to keep nodding."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker for a second with a sad look in their eyes before shaking their head.

"You... don't want to talk?"

Whumpee shook their head no again. Then they pointed to a spot on their neck. Right around where their vocal cords would be was a scar, looking almost like it came from a surgery. It took Caretaker a moment to understand, but once they did, the dreadful feeling in their stomach came back.

"They removed your vocal cords?"

Whumpee nodded again.

Caretaker closed their eyes and sighed. They pressed their face into their palms.

Those bastards.

[the-sleep-paralysis-demon]

Pet Whumpee completely convinced that Caretaker will find them. Even as time goes on, their trust never wavers

They hide their belief from Whumper for as long as possible, but eventually they slip up. They expect to be reprimanded, but Whumper just laughs

Whumper takes Whumpee to their friend’s place soon after, and Whumpee discovers the truth

Caretaker had been captured by Whumper’s friend and has been being brutally tortured the entire time Whumpee has been with Whumper

Whumpee is not only crushed, but also realizes just how nice Whumper has been. They’ve never been hurt beyond a bit of rough treatment when being moved around, they have barely any restraints, they get food 3 times a day, they get to sleep on a mattress, and they’re doted on by Whumper

[wheremyteamgoestodie]

Whumpee years into recovery, has their life together.

They got a job, an apartment where they feel safe and people they trust.

Sometimes they think back to the past, maybe they shed some tears. But it is long over, no reason to be scared or wary. That is what they have been telling themself for a long time.

I am fine.

I am in control.

Lies they have been telling to the mirror, their therapist and their friends.

Lies they have believed for some time.

Until Whumpee woke up on an anniversary they have long moved past.

They checked in on their friends when a text message popped up on their phone. An unknown number.

Probably a scam, thought Whumpee but opened the weird message anyways to double check.

Only to be met with words that can only come from one.

Happy Six years.

It has been a while. I hope you have been enjoying your new life. I can't wait to be part of it.

~ W

Their heart stopped for a moment before it started racing.

A sense of doom settled in like a long forgotten friend.

Minutes passed in silence before they even noticed that they have started crying. With tears wetting their hands and the display of their phone.