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whump prompt:
whumpee being whumper's long lost, unrecognizable now, kid.
but whumper only realises that once the harm is already done.
how do they react? does it change anything? do they just move on? or... do they, perhaps, every now and then, take a look at whumpee's face and think...
"...i did all that to my child."
compliant whumpee and a whumper who just so happens to see their lack of self defense as complete foolishness.
whumpee always wonders what they did wrong. they cannot defend themselves, the fear has burned the freeze response into them. now they're left thinking if they'll ever be good enough. what more could whumper want than someone who makes it so much easier?
whump prompt: whumpee turned whumper who relishes in their newfound power and a whumper turned whumpee who actually secretly likes it
— well now that we have you here let's see how you like being treated as a punching bag for my anger
— :)
— wait no
— :)))
— NO
the tension between a whump traditional artist and their trusty almost dried out red pen
"every day could be your last.
every night, remember that it could be the last one you have a comfortable bed. the last one you sleep through.
every morning, when you look in the mirror, remember it could be your last time seeing your face so clean. your hands still capable of movement. your legs still holding your body up.
don't hold on to comfort, because I have the power to take it away.
at any given second."
writer whumpee desperately trying to not lose consciousness and endure their punishment remembering how everything felt because oh gods it's gonna be so useful for their stories later
being a writer is exiting the notes app and sinking into the nearest couch with a "i did it" sigh as if it was you that went through the hell you just put your character through
Whumpee growing straight up addicted to what they suffer at the hands of Whumper as a means of self-destruction, so much that when Whumper eventually ends up feeling remorse for them and letting them go they refuse.
No one will ever be able to silence the overwhelming guilt and urges the way Whumper could.
“Had enough?” whumper says, taunting- at least, it's meant to be a taunt, or perhaps an opportunity for whumpee to plead for mercy that won't be given. But whumpee can't bring themselves to care.
“No. No I- I need more. I need it to be worse, please-”
Anything to make the inside of their head finally go quiet, to wash everything tormenting them away with pure, uncaring pain.
(Does whumper give them that? Or do they realise they can be far more cruel by withholding it?)
Characters who hate who they once were. Characters who are disgusted by who they once were. Characters who absolutely despise who they once were.
Characters who miss who they once were. Characters who long for who they once were. Characters who would give anything to be who they once were again.
There's something in the intimacy of seeing one another at their lowest and weakest. Whumper knew that, and they loved the thought of being the only person to see Whumpee in all their tragic helplessness.
One thing they haven't considered, however, is that their own facade was slowly slipping, too.
They might have just let themselves be a little too vurnerable.
Because since when did Whumpee care about their happiness? And since when did they ask about if Whumper felt satisfied without sounding even the slightest bit sarcastic? Since when did they start begging for punishment the moment they saw Whumper having a terrible day?
whump prompt: whumpee only saw whumper smile when they hurt whumpee.
now, given up on their life and having grown attached to whumper, whumpee wants nothing more than to keep whumper happy, so they trap the other in a fictional world/time loop where whumpee continously gets hurt, but hey. at least they see their captor smile. for once, this unloved monster of a person can feel what it is to be truly wanted.
point is, whumper starts to realise the many things they've done wrong and while at first overjoyed, later slowly begins to lose their sanity, wishing to not be forced to hurt another again.
and by the time both realise the roles had switched, it's already too late.
as a whump enjoyer obviously i like seeing my favorite characters get hurt but sometimes there genuinely is a point where i stop being happy about it and instead im sitting there like wait no ease up on them give them a break 😭 especially when theyre not receiving the caretaking i want for them 💔
whump prompt: writer whumpee thrown into the world of their own works, completely blissfully unaware of said fact until they one day wake up locked up in a cell...
only to find their most traumatised character walking in with a devilish smile.
„Oh, author, how the tables have turned...”
"It won't be that bad? It won't? Really?...
Do you even remember what you did to me?
Sure, your character was a ruthless antagonist, but I assure you, despite everything, that I'm NO BETTER to people who I want revenge on.
And seeing as you surely remember that one event even you called a tragedy, but had NO intentions to erase it from the fucking story that was already a broken mess for me...
Then you KNOW it absolutely WILL be worse than you expect.
Because I promise to you this room will from now on be just like the one you trapped me in."
"However, after all, I must have some mercy on you...
I won't do everything all at once. You already know you'll be staying here for long.
I'd just drain you from all energy too quickly... Plus, I don't plan on killing you, and you probably know why.
This is why we'll be meeting every evening from now on...
And whenever else I decide to."
"I promise you, it will be fun...
At least for me."
"And with that, we shall begin."
whump prompt: writer whumpee thrown into the world of their own works, completely blissfully unaware of said fact until they one day wake up locked up in a cell...
only to find their most traumatised character walking in with a devilish smile.
„Oh, author, how the tables have turned...”
whumpee starting to care about whumper for whatever reason, seeing that their suffering brings said whumper relief and/or makes them happy and giving themselves up for the cause to the point even whumper starts getting concerned because since when does anybody care this much about their feelings
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