Daymares and Whump

Hi Guys, Im Adora, Im 24, and I am a writer and artist. I am a Bi, and a mental health survivor and will occasionly post awarness stuff that needs to be spread. Mainly Whump blog though, I find it theruputic. Tell me any requests for art, or prompts and I will do my best to please. Welcome to my corner of the Internet

[secretlythegodofdesire]

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Hi guys, Im Kinda new to the whump community so Im not sure if I a doing this right.

Im Adora, and I write whump based on experiences, stuff I have read and just generally, I guess. I've got a lot of stuff going on mentally, so I hope nothing I write is offensive to anyone, because I promise it isn't intentional. I will prolly add more later, but welcome to my corner of the internet.

So I mainly post whump, reblog pretty often. occasional mental health stuff, and maybe some art if I have time.

[elgrajaz]

When when you make them watch their own vulnerability

[stars-hide-our-fires]

Gags

CW: Gags, mouth whump, pet whump implied

The embarrassment as drool drips down around the gag from the corners of their mouth

Bruising and chafing that is very difficult to hide

Whumpee wearing a mask to cover it up

Or Whumper taking them to an event and forcing whumpee to wear a mask to hide the gag, while people at the event marvel at how ‘well trained’ and ‘quiet’ Whumpee is

Taped mouth. Duct tape pressed over lips. The smell of the adhesive. The residue it leaves behind. The tightness of it, the way it pulls at the skin.

The immediate control it gives Whumper. Pinch Whumpee’s nose shut and suddenly you have a writhing, spasming victim.

Or better yet, tape their nose shut. Make them believe this is how it ends, suffocating behind that plasticky scent, helpless

Sew their lips shut. The intimacy of it, the wincing every time the needle pierces their flesh — or maybe Whumper numbed it first, and Whumpee can only watch in the mirror as their mouth is stitched up, utterly silenced

The little noises Whumpee makes. The breathing around the gag. The whines, the panicked “mmmph”s as they realise the words aren’t coming. Maybe they try anyway, sounding stupid as they fail to hurl insults

Caretaker carefully removing a gag, horrified at the thought of Whumpee humiliated like this, their autonomy stripped

Caretaker gagging Whumpee to keep them quiet while they escape. The quiet “I’m sorry”s. The betrayal in Whumpee’s eyes; or maybe it’s acceptance.

Whumpee waking up to realise they are muzzled, the immediate dehumanisation, the panic to realise they can’t move their jaw, the laboured breaths to the thick leather or even metal strapped and pressing into their face

Cut out their vocal cords. Do it. Whumpee can't even make a sound. And they never will again.

Or cut out their tongue, the feeling of something wrong in their mouth, the horrific stump it leaves behind, the shapeless screaming it causes

April is the cruelest month Day #1: Gagged

[tracingthetapestry]

whumpee who's been a lab experiment and has several non-human features to best optimize their intended purpose. could be a living weapon, or could be just a genetical engineering subject.

they are forced to go through painful maintenance of these features that they never asked for.

claws? they get grinded down to bloody stumps lest they start rotting and cause gangrene to set in.

fangs? removed periodically or else there's a high risk that they cause permanent damage to their mouth cavity. and everytime the whumper needs to run experiments involving them, they have to go through the agonizing cycle of regrowing them— aided by specific drugs. bonus points if whumpee begs the whumper to not de-fang them until the last possible moment, and they agree because that will only prolong the pain.

wings? groomed painfully— plucking out all the feathers set wrong, applying unnecessary force on the delicate bones and brushing through the spread using combs with teeth too sharp. bonus points if during molting whumper doesn't provide any help whatsoever and whumpee has to go through excruciating pain all on their own.

this is absolutely horrible, their instincts are screeching at them to stop stop stop the whumper and even if they didn't ask for these modifications, they are a part of them now— and this feels like a violation rooted in the most vulnerable parts of them.

[hibiscusmalvaceae]

i like to think about living weapons. mostly, living weapons by choice. in revolution. in superhero teams. anywhere, really. so long as they joined of their own volition. somebody has to protect the land, the realm, the world—it might as well be whumpee. whumpee can take it. whumpee has always been a punching bag. at least now its for the good of the world, instead of meaningless suffering.

the training, however, is harsh.

theyre soldiers. it makes sense. but... whumpee never anticipated it to hurt this much. perhaps whumpee is a child—or just naive. perhaps whumpee was wrong. maybe this isnt a life they want to live. perhaps they can still leave?

no. they pledged their life, their body, their heart and soul, to this task. to this army. to this revolution.

theyre on the floor. lying down, breathing heavily. their handler tells them to get up. they try. pain shoots up their hands. regret settles deep in their stomach, filling it like no rations ever did.

handler is dismissive, stoic. looks at them with something resembling pity. they have to be cold for this job—its not easy to watch children suffer through this training. they ask whumpee something. whumpee doesnt hear through the ringing in their ears.

handler crouches next to whumpees trembling body. repeats themselves.

"does it hurt?"

whumpees vision blurs, their eyes welling up. they nod.

handler sighs. "no, it doesnt."

what?

"it doesnt hurt," handler repeats, almost exasperatedly. "people feel pain. weapons do not. you shed your personhood the moment you put on our uniform."

regret wars with disbelief. regret wins. solidifies. its a cold stone in their stomach.

handler looks almost sad, for just a moment. they get up, brush the dust off their knees. they look down at whumpee. bored, dismissive, stoic.

"now, does it hurt?"

whumpee takes a moment, a sob caught in their throat. gets up on their hands and knees. their legs tremble, and threaten to give out. everything in their body screams.

pain shoots through their skull as they shake their head.

ᯓ★ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ > ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ♡ ꜱʜᴜᴋʀɪʏᴀ

[a-living-canvas]

Whispering Wind

Unfocused eyes looking at the picture.

Whumper entered the basement today. This time with a photo album in hand. He looked happy and cheerful, while Whumpee just stared at him with a blank look. Sitting beside Whumpee and pulling them closer towards him, Whumper opened the photo album.

"Aww, I miss you when you are still new." Whumper said. Whumpee peered over his shoulder, staring at their picture. 

It was them, on their first day after being kidnapped. They looked so scared and helpless, knees pressed to their chest. Their fresh skin, without any scars or blood or bruises. Only tears were streaking down their faces at that time. How pathetic, they thought.

Whumper flipped open to the next page. This time it showing Whumpee with a collar wrapped around their neck. Whumper giggled,

"Oh, I still remember this time when you tried so hard to push me away because you don't want to wear this collar. Now, look at you. All pretty with it…" Whumper  gently caressed the tag that was attached to the collar, smiling fondly at the memory.

"Think we should get you a new one, yeah?"

Whumpee just nodded. What else could they do anyway? Whumper patted their head, trying to cheer them up a little. It's been a long time since Whumpee last spoke, they could barely remember their own voice anymore. 

Whumper turned to another page, leaning in closer to Whumpee to show them the picture. "Can you tell me what happened in this picture, Whumpee?"

Whumpee tried to gouge out the memory from their head. Oh, that's the day Whumper marked them with the branding stick, leaving an ugly symbol burned on their back. How could they ever forget that? 

"Are you still mad at me, Whumpee?" Whumper asked, eyes glinting with amusement. "Aww, don't be. It's not even that bad." He slapped Whumpee's back, making them flinch along with the pain.

Whumpee stayed silent, not daring to utter a word. They watched as Whumper turned over to another picture and this time their eyes widened a tad bit at the sight.

It's Caretaker. 

Whumpee turned their head away almost instantly. They bite their lips tightly, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. 

"Oh dear, it's not your fault…" Whumper said, pulling Whumpee into a hug and caressing their hair. Whumpee's fingers curled up tightly around Whumper's shirt, tears flowing down their face. It felt so wrong to cling on to him like this, but it was so…so soothing and comfortable.

"Shh…shh…hey, it's okay…" 

They still remembered how Whumper's hand gripped tightly around Caretaker's neck. How Whumper ordered them to whip Caretaker until they passed out…and how pressured and cornered Whumpee at that time that they accidentally killed Caretaker in the process. 

I'm sorry.

That's what Whumpee kept uttered for every lash they did on Caretaker's back. It still haunted them in their dreams. If only they had enough strength at that time, they would kill Whumper instead.

"Let's look at another picture then, hm?"

Whumpee nodded. They were still clinging tight to Whumper, sniffling as Whumper turned to another page. 

Whumper kept talking and talking and talking, all about their memories together. Whumpee's eyes started drooping low, they barely could register what Whumper was saying. They turned their head to the window, wondering what Whumper would cook for dinner as his voice fading into the background.

[f1nalb0y22]

BDSM Lars, pretty please? 🥺

I couldn't choose just one option so have a bunch of cropped sketches

[secretlythegodofdesire]

Anybody every think about whumper getting whumpee addicted to nicotine as a punishment, but hen turning getting a smoke as a reward

- like at first whumpee hated it, the smell, the lingering taste, especially when they snapped back and whumper let the ash fall on their tongue or pressed the round butts in the their skin

- but after smoking just a little multiple times they started to chase the relief, not the relief they got when it was over, but the relief that the smoke gave them.

- they started looking forward to the smoke breaks, talking back extra just to get the butt put in their skin so they can smell, or lean toward whumper to smell and taste the smoke in the air

- whumpers not dumb, they notice, and one time they decide to smoke outside the basement, and whumpee loses it, they are sweating, hysterical without it, whumper went from smoking a couple packs a day in the presence, sometimes they smoked 2 or three and now their cold turkey.

Its horribly delicious

[whumpninja]

Anyone else in the whump community writing whump while the Super Bowl happens because you don’t care? I’m planning to finish my new pirate story because I don’t give a rip about large men and a leather ball.

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Does anyone on here take parental whumper prompts? Specifically with teen whumpees

[secretlythegodofdesire]

Let’s see here….

- So I’m thinking like a care whumper, you know how like sometimes rural areas have the kids working in the fields too, what if whumper had multiple kids just for the advanatave of the free labor

- Dont meet the quota, you don’t eat

- have the kids kinda fighting over who’s gonna have the top spot, maybe they get the bedroom or clean clothes or get to go to school because of it.

- whumper is rich or like old and valued so no one questions their methods because their company like feeds the whole town.

- the mother or father which ever parent isn’t whumper, does nothing, or maybe they are a caretaker of a sort and the end up getting whumped to because of it. They just want their children to stop suffering.

[haro-whumps]

I’ve taken it upon myself to go through all box boy content and record all positions listed so far, so without further ado:

Position 1: Stand with feet slightly apart, hands at sides, spine straight (@haro-whumps)

Position 2: kneel with butt on ankles ( @shameless-whumper & @ashintheairlikesnow )

Position 3: sit ( @aplaceforwhump )

Position 4: kneel up, hands out (aplaceforwhump)

5: kneel with face to the floor, palms on the ground on either side of the head (haro-whumps)

6: hands out wrists together (shameless-whumper)

7: wrists crossed behind back (shameless-whumper)

9: some form of kneeling ( @whomp-whump )

10: hands and knees ( @spiffythespook )

12: kneel with face to floor, wrists crossed behind back (haro-whumps)

15: stand with hands above head (whomp-whump)

17: standing parallel to the wall with palms flat and nose touching, hips angled away from wall, feet at least two feet apart  (ashintheairlikesnow)

20: genuflect (down on one knee) (whomp-whump)

21: lying on an elevated surface, head hanging down, mouth open (spiffythespook)

22: kneeling with butt on ankles, mouth open (haro-whumps)

23: hands and chest to the floor, knees spread, butt up (shameless-whumper)

24: sit with legs spread as wide as possible (whomp-whump)

25: lie on one side with lower arm stretched out overhead, lower leg straight down, top leg pulled close to the chest (spiffythespook)

25a: Upper arm holds upper leg close to chest 25b: Upper arm braced on the surface being lied upon 

26: knees spread on the floor, arms behind back, head tilted up with neck exposed (ashintheairlikesnow)

27: kneeling, wrists crossed behind back, mouth open tongue out (@slaintetowhump)

31: flat on back with knees slightly raised so the feet are flat on the floor, arms overhead, wrists crossed ( @redwingedwhump )

34: lay on back, ankles (one in each hand) pulled flush with thighs and knees spread (shameless-whumper)

[ayesopod]

beautiful things happening at the hawke estate at all times

(anders butt under cut ↓) (haha bars)

[secretlythegodofdesire]

This is prolly upper random but honestly that describes my whole life so I might as well share this discovery with y’all.

Tattoes have metal in their ink, when you have a high amount of metal in the that ink it can be very painful to go through an MRI

House 2:1 for reference near the end about 3 minutes till the end.

- whumpee didn’t think too much about whumper putting tattoes all over thier body. They figured whumper was an artist, that the symbols and names and pictures meant something, and they did.

- whumpers main reason for this only made sense on punishment days, whumpee ran, they really shouldn’t have but they did, and when they got to the gate their weight pulled down on them, sucking them on to the top kf a grate like thing that pulled at their every muscle and skin.

- when whumper dragged them off, that was the worst part, it felt as if they were being burned alive, skin red and alive with welts and tears.

- but then whumper brought them to a room they’ve never seen before, a small metal room, so small they could only stand with their head down, couldn’t sit, could turn, nothing.

- once again they thought nothing of it, that was until the metal box turned on, and that same raw tearing at their skin, began again, from all directions, and they found themselves screaming themselves hoarse for what felt like eternity.

- when whumper let them out, they fell to their knees, they were silent, partially from the strain on their throat, the other having nothing to say. The tattoes were messy now, red welts around the words, blood from whumpee trying to scratch the letters off, some skin with high constituencies of ink just gone all together.

- whumpee found themselves whimpering at whumpers feet, and whumper just smiled, “looks like I need to redo the ink, you’ve gone and messed it up. Bad boy”

[yoohoo-hoo]

dress up your whumpees!!

whumpee dressed up like a doll, forced into a puffy frilly pink dress with a huge bow around their waist or neck. whumper applying makeup onto whumpee's face; baby pink lipstick, bright pink blush on either of their cheeks, fake lashes to make their eyes look larger. whumper even uses plumping lip gloss on whumpee so that they look all pouty and adorable. whumpee's hair styled into cute little pigtails or chopped into a doll-like bob, with a frilly headband or ribbon.

bodysuits! whumpee put into a tight black latex bodysuit that shows off their every curve, a leather choker and black boots. whumper applies bright red lipstick onto whumpee's lips and ties their hair into a slicked back high ponytail so whumper could see every inch of their face. whumpee feels oddly exposed even though they're technically not showing skin at all. bonus points if whumper uses this opportunity to glide their hands all over whumpee's body, feeling their curves.

whumpee dressed up like an animal. cat/dog ears, a thick, brightly colored collar with a tag that has their name on it, even a furry tail attached to the pants or shorts they're wearing. bonus points if they're barely wearing anything else, apart from these. a tube top and a mini skirt or tiny shorts that expose every other part of their body. bonus bonus points if whumpee is gagged with something resembling an actual dog muzzle, with a bit in their mouth that whumper can yank them by.

tiny whumpee dressed up as a pixie or fairy. delicate tiny fairy wings and a tinkerbell esque doll's dress. bonus points if whumper uses them as a keychain or hangs them on a wall as decoration. alternatively, whumper could also put whumpee in a little jar and pass them around to friends.

royal whumper who forces whumpee to wear a sheer silk robe with nothing underneath, lots of jewels, and made to sit at whumper's feet or in their lap. whumpee's hair is made up into an elaborate updo with jewels and flowers, soft pink blush on their cheeks and a cool red lipstick on their lips. whumpee is aware that the robe is doing absolutely nothing and everyone can see their bare body underneath. bonus points if whumper teases whumpee by removing the ribbon holding the robe together or stepping on the tail of the robe as whumpee walks so that it comes undone and whumpee has to hurriedly try to hide their body.

whumpee wearing nothing but their undergarments, or nothing at all. bonus points if they're tied up in such a way that they can't even attempt to shield their body. they are made to stand with their wrists tied to a hook higher up on the wall so that their arms are stretched upwards, and whumper can see every inch of their body. whumpee can only squirm and flinch in discomfort as whumper eyes them up and down, runs their cold hand over whumpee's bare body and gently gropes them.

whumpee dressed like an infant. wearing a cute frilly dress with poofy shorts, or a onesie, a bonnet, maybe tucked into an adult-sized stroller. a pacifier gag shoved into their mouth. bonus points if whumpee has cute chubby cheeks (adorned with baby pink blush) that whumper can pinch and squeeze to their heart's content. whumper can even force a baby bottle into whumpee's mouth whenever they wish, relishing in humiliating whumpee as much as they can.

whumpee wearing whumper's boxers and t-shirt. whumper messing up their hair so it looks like they just got out of bed. whumper might even tie whumpee to the bed and gaze at them in satisfaction, or forcefully cuddle whumpee, dropping kisses all over their neck and face, gently groping them under the t-shirt. whumper might even kiss whumpee on the lips, holding their face firmly in place and pulling back after a full minute to look at whumpee's lips all red and swollen, their hair messily falling onto their forehead, gasping for breath as they glare at whumper.

[pawbeanies]

what they dont tell you about the field of Being Chained To Radiators In Someones Basement is that its ALL networking and word of mouth. you can never find it on indeed or whatever you really have to put yourself out there and really the job finds you. sometimes the job suddenly finds you vulnerable and walking home alone late at night. happened to my buddy once

[whumperofworlds]

"I asked AI--"

Well, I asked the whump community and they gave me the best whumpy prompts that AI wouldn't do well in. Hehe.

[whumpologyy]

Whumpee in some sort of torment where they can be left alone until they’re “ready” to comply with Whumpee’s demand - in a stress position, left in severe hot or cold, in a shock collar that keeps going off, etc.

Whumper comes to check on them once every couple hours. If Whumpee refuses - or even just hesitates - Whumper closes the door, leaving them to endure another long stretch of torture before they’ll get another chance.