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@shadowandsnowwitch
Welcome to my cabin
❄︎ I'm the Snow Witch
I use She/He pronouns and I'm a lesbian
This blog is for my original writing, and sometimes I may talk about Witchcraft too
I primarily write hero x villain and whump, and will often include sapphic relationship, but this is probably not the only things I will post. Also, my writing could step into nsfw territory.
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Hear me out...... what if.... a character got hurt... and another character.... comforted them afterwards.....
Prompt (676)
The villain approached slowly from behind, picking their way through the dark woods.
“Guess who!”
Before they knew what was happening, the hero had them pinned to the ground. The villain grinned. The hero, basked in moonlight, hair out of place, looked nothing short of angelic. The hero squinted, recognized the villain, and frowned.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” The hero said.
“Sorry,” the villain said. “But I do like my view.”
The hero huffed. “Shut up.”
“Can you get off me now?”
It was the hero’s turn to smile. “No. Not yet.”
Then they leaned down, giving the villain a kiss that was enthusiastically returned.
Communication
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Whumpee cannot speak. Maybe they are conditioned not to, maybe they lost their voice to an injury. Either way, they must be able to communicate with caretaker for them to help whumpee :
• A notebook. While whumpee cannot speak, they can certainly write their thoughts down to let caretaker know about their needs
• Or maybe whumpee does not know how to write, and instead, they draw on that notebook. Caretaker’s interpretation of the drawings may depend on whumpee’s art skills. Simple drawings of food may indicate they’re hungry, while more complexe drawings may be harder to understand if whumpee doesn’t know how to draw them properly
• Whumpee knows sign language, and it can go multiple ways :
They were taught by caretaker
They already knew sign language (and are teaching caretaker ?)
They know sign language but it is one caretaker doesn’t understand (from another country, military, personal to whumpee)
• There may be 2 whumpees, and one of them seems to understand the other who doesn’t speak so they act as a translator
• A child whumpee (or agere) who uses their plushies to communicate, recreating scenes the best they can
• If your whumpee can use telepathy, they exclusively talk to caretaker that way. If abilities like those are unusual in your universe, whumpee may not immediately use this method
• They point at things, because the want it or for another reason like showing caretaker something important
• While whumpee may not talk, they can still make ‘’mmh’’ sounds and their tone indicates how they feel about things
Some of these methods can be hard to understand at first. How does whumpee react ? Are they sad ? Distressed that caretaker seemingly doesn’t understand something that is so clear in their mind ? Or are they pissed ?
A Touch Of Ice And Fire
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I love touch starved Whumpees, in all sorts of scenarios. Today, I am bringing a new idea to the table. I hope you will appreciate it.
❆ Touch starvation + magic whump
Ever since the day Whumpee was granted, or cursed, with Ice magic, they have been unable to get close to anyone. Their body constantly radiating cold air, upon touch, everyone would get a frostbite. People avoided them progressively. Whumpee couldn’t do a thing.
They left their old town, hiding somewhere far away that no one would find. A manor in the mountains, where the only source of warmth someone could find would be the torches and candles illuminating the walls and corridors. Over the years, the crushing loneliness kept growing. Whumpee missed their past, the people they knew, their old town.
In one of the largest rooms of the manor, Whumpee created many statues of ice, in the shape and with the faces of those they loved. They would place the statues arms around their body, and pretended to be held. Only a touch as cold as their’s could ever reach them.
Or so they thought.
One day, they met someone. A being just like them. Cursed by their own power to be lonely for an eternity. A person who’s body was so warm, anyone who tried to touch them would get severely burnt. They wandered the world, hiding from everyone, and came across Whumpee’s manor, drawn by the coldness of that place that opposed their warmth.
Both of them stayed away from each other at first, fearing the fate they could encounter if they got too close. But it was like something was pulling them to get a little closer every seconds. In the back of their minds, was that little hope. Whumpee’s visitor approached, and Whumpee stayed still as if they were one of their frozen statues.
The air changed. A hand was on Whumpee’s cheek. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t still. A real person was touching them. They placed their own hand over it, making sure it was real, leaning into this strange but familiar feeling. How they both craved it.
Time wasn’t wasted as Whumpee led their new friend through the manor holding hands. Neither of them would let go. It was an inconceivable act. When late at night was time to sleep, words weren’t needed for them to figure out they both wanted the same thing. Lying down, the magnetic force between them became stronger. They melted into each other’s arms, at that moment it was the only thing that mattered.
The two loneliest beings in the world found each other and never let go.
#26
inspo by @/shadowandsnowwitch
content: hero x villain whump, magical whump, suffocation mention, burns mention, frostbite mention, amputation mention, temporary side effects, gore, medical whump
“Next!” Medic called as they helped guide one of their team members out — they’d used their light magic way too much and had gone temporarily blind. They had a white cane for these sorts of occasions, but they were always grateful to be taken by the hand and led out of the medical room.
It’d been a busy day. Another team member had nerve damage in their hands from their electrical magic, yet another had burns from fire magic. One of them kept coughing up salt water; at some point, their lungs would fill up with it and make them suffocate, which they were warned of, but decided it was a price they were willing to pay.
And the next patient… Oh dear. Hero. With yet more giant holes in their palms.
Why must the villain always be the tall one ?
Intimidation, how do you expect a child-sized villain to be taken seriously?? The hero gonna want to put this bitch in timeout for being naughty lol
Anyway give us more tiny evil dumbasses that hate being treated like kids but the hero is a middle aged dad and anything smaller than him is a baby (the redemption arc is just them being adopted batkids style by the hero)
And also make the villain have fear related powers but they don’t work very well because smoll cute gremlin (stop flirting with them, sidekick oh they’re actually a legal adult and in the same age bracket as you well nevermind then proceed just don’t be creepy about their looks)
Part of the villain’s tragic backstory is being bullied for being short and when the hero and the sidekick find out about it they immediately switch attitudes because they’re genuinely good people who care about their family and their feelings
Many are scared of spiders, yet they are incredibly small compared to us. A short villain can be just as threatening as a tall one
That said, your idea is pretty interesting…
Why must the villain always be the tall one ?
hi! idk if you take requests currently. I'm new around here, but I've read. Everything in your whole masterlist. And I love your writing so much. Um. So!
I really love. Flirty villain with the power to mess with people's emotions to like, calm them or seduce them or whatever he really wants X hero who should hate it but secretly is really into it because it's a release of control for him and he's exhausted
“You’re back,” the villain stated. The hero was…an interesting person. Although they had avoided the villain in the beginning, now they were crawling back to them — nearly desperate.
A desperate hero was generally easy to control, the villain was fully aware of that. They didn’t even need their powers to do so. So, the advantage, the position of power the villain found themselves in was anything but unappetising.
However, there was something in their stomach, something that twisted whenever the hero was standing in front of them.
“…I’m sorry to bother you again…I, I don’t know, maybe I can pay you next time?”
“Next time?” The hero started blushing and unfortunately, the villain was very amused by it.
“Oh, sorry, I—”
“Come in and sit down.” The hero stared at them with those horrible puppy eyes, jaw slightly dropping.
Sometimes, the villain’s heart would start beating fast enough to worry them. Mostly, when they looked at the hero for too long. That wasn’t only distracting, it was also incredibly annoying.
“Thank you,” the hero said and they smiled that sweet smile that was usually reserved for scared civilians as reassurance.
Was the villain even worthy of such a smile?
The hero sat down on the villain’s couch and folded their hands in their lap.
“Anxiety?” the villain asked.
“…yeah, it got really bad again.”
“Work?”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
The villain stared at their nemesis. Lamentably, they could see how well-built their nemesis was. Them being attractive was becoming an actual problem since the villain was slowly getting the feeling they were the one being seduced.
They took in a deep breath. Their powers demanded physical contact.
Which made it quite intimate.
The villain didn’t know how to feel about that.
“What do you do outside of work?” They walked behind the couch. Last time, they had held hands.
The villain swallowed.
This time, they touched the hero’s neck. They were gentle, but the hero took in a sharp breath.
As usual.
“Voluntary work, mostly.”
“God, you’re disgusting.” As response, the hero laughed quietly. Apparently, they were already relaxing.
“I also work out.”
“Yeah, I figured.” The villain let their hand wander under the hero’s shirt, gliding over their collarbone. “Do those things calm you? Or are you thinking about work the entire time?”
“…it…” The hero took in a deep breath and the villain leaned over, their lips close to the hero’s ear.
“Easy, take your time…” The hero let their head fall back. They let out a somewhat satisfied sigh that sounded a lot like the villain’s name.
The villain’s eyes widened.
“Don’t be inappropriate now,” the villain mumbled. The hero smirked.
“Sorry…nothing calms me like you.”
“You’re being a little careless, don’t you think? Maybe I should keep you to myself, you’re certainly pretty to look at,” the villain said, pushing their voice deliberately deeper. They let their fingers go up: following the hero’s throat up to their chin.
“Gosh, you can be so mean.” Suddenly, the hero grabbed the villain’s wrist and started guiding the villain’s hand.
Too stunned to speak, too surprised to do anything, the villain simply let them do whatever they wanted, only for the hero to stop on their chest. Right under their palm was the hero’s heart, the villain realised.
“I loathed you so much when you did this the first time,” the hero admitted. “I don’t know if you remember, but we were fighting. You were teasing me a lot. You even slapped my ass, I think.”
The hero rolled their eyes, smirking.
“Well, you deserved it,” the villain said. They could feel the hero’s heart beating under their skin.
“Hmm. You remember.”
“Of course.”
“I hated how safe I felt.”
“You’re not really safe with me,” the villain reminded them. They could betray them anytime. Capture them, keep them here, kill them…
“You’ve never taken advantage of me when I’m like this,” the hero said.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means something to me,” the hero said. Even though their eyes were sleepy, they looked quite serious. “I love it when you’re soft.”
They raised their hand and touched the villain’s cheek.
The villain’s innards were melting. It was painful. So damningly painful.
“I’m exhausted,” the hero whispered. “Can I stay here a little longer?”
The villain couldn’t really breathe. They swallowed. What on earth was this hero doing to them?
“…yeah.”
It was one word, but their voice cracked several times.
This is a short scene inspired by this post of @seth-whumps 's whump ask game.
(Colored sentences are part of the prompt)
Goodnight Care
Content: Recovery whump, non-specific trauma, lady whumpee, breaking glass, hurt/comfort, a lot of comfort, professional caretaker, temporary housing, implied multiple whumpees.
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The sound of screaming and glass breaking wakes Caretaker up instantly. They sprint towards the only place the noise could have come from: Whumpee's room.
They were prepared to handle a nightmare incident, maybe with Whumpee breaking a nightstand object on accident in her fright.
They were not prepared to see Whumpee backed into a corner, holding a mirror shard in her hand, pointing it at the darkness with terrified eyes. She doesn't even blink when Carateker turns on the light.
"...Whumpee? Did you get hurt?" They speak carefully calm, looking around to see anything in the previous darkness that could have scared her, but everything seems... normal.
And yet Whumpee was still pointing the shard to somewhere? The closet?
With no response, Caretaker slowly steps closer. "Hey, sweetie? Can you put the shard down? You're safe, there's no need for-"
Whumpee's head snaps to them, and her eyes fill with even more terror, hands shaking so badly Caretaker is getting increasingly worried that she might hurt herself accidentally. "No no no, don't- please, don't come any closer!"
Caretaker barely has time to raise their hands before Whumpee flinches and screams. "Don't touch me!"
They weren't even close enough to touch. They barely stepped inside the room.
This was getting more and more concerning.
Different format of the previous post
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Whumpee who is captured by the enemy, and held as a prisoner in one of the high ranking's room (royal? officer? magical fighter? etc?)
Whumpee is chained to the wall, their wrists bound and a chain connecting them to it. There is no way out.
They don't have a lot of room to move, and there is nothing in their reach.
They have to sit on the floor, sleep on the floor, there is just nothing given to them
The Enemy (let's call them B) steps too close, the first time. Whumpee instantly grabs them and tries to choke them with their chains. But B is a competent fighter and Whumpee is weakened, so they overpower them
B pushes Whumpee down to the floor, strongly advising them to not try that again
Whumpee isn't given a lot of food. B starts to feel bad for them and shares their meal with them.
Eventually, they pull their table into Whumpee's reach and give them a chair. They now eat together. It's almost normal.
Weeks pass. One day, when B is not in the room, Whumpee freaks out and starts pulling on their chains, the desperation to get free too strong to think rationally.
They injure themselves, their wrists start to bleed
When B comes back, they notice the wounds and help Whumpee clean them. This is the first time they take off the cuffs.
B gives them padding after that
B can't imagine how bored Whumpee must be, and starts taking them on walks.
They end up in the training grounds, and they start to spar. It's a good way for Whumpee to let out some steam.
B starts to actually enjoy themselves.
Whumpee does too, but they won't admit it
They start to talk more. And they realize they actually like each other. Maybe in another life, they would have been friends.
There are days when Whumpee fully shuts down, and won't talk. All they do is softly pull on the chains, it doesn't seem they even notice doing it.
Whumpee feels conflicted about liking B. Do they like them only because B is the only one nice to them? How messed up is it that they like the person who is holding them captive?
Maybe one day B decides that enough is enough, and they help Whumpee escape.
NSFW under the cut (sexual content, not explicit)
#8 - A Drop of Fear
Hero couldn't recall how many weeks they had been working at the case with their partner. Dead end after dead body, and yet never a step closer to the culprit. Each corpse, drained of their blood and massacred in garish display during the late hours of the night were the only constants at every scene.
Another body made for another long day, which led into another long night. The endless clicking of the clock, the creak of the old space heaters on full blast, or the towering piles of paperwork on the desks would drive just about anyone mad- had Hero been alone.
"Got a light?" Hero's partner asked as they packed a carton of cigarettes on their knee.
"Hm?" Hero hummed, and rummaged through their coat pocket. "Ah, yes, right here..."
A gold zippo shimmered under the overhanging light. Hero clicked it open and sparked the wick while their partner met them half way. Their partner leaned over the desk, and brought the end of the cigarette to meet the flame. Hero watched as the cherry burned, and cast a warm glow on their partners skin, how their lips cradled the filter as they took in the smoke- all before noticing how the fire flickered in dark and tired eyes.
"You're staring," Hero's partner huffed out with a smokey chuckle, before they settled in to their chair. "What gives?"
"You look like shit, that's all," Hero shrugged as they pocketed their lighter and sat down. "I can work on the Hawkins case for a bit if you want to go lie down."
"And leave you to all the fun?"
"I... hardly think this is-"
"Oh, please, Hero, it's a joke- lighten up or else I'll find you dead at the end of your own barrel..." Their partner puffed out another plume. "Or a bottle, I don't know- you haven't taken me out for a drink yet, so I don't know if you even do partake~"
Hero sighed, yet allowed a faint smile. "Once this is said and done, we'll go anywhere you like, sound reasonable?"
"Hm.. fairly," they hummed before returning to their work, and Hero to theirs.
Had Hero not gotten a partner only a few months ago, perhaps that would be how they'd meet their maker. Their partner pulled Hero out of the deepest spirals when they got obsessed with minimal details, helped them see a bigger picture, and looked damn good doing it all with a spry and charming demeanor.
Yet, as the hours ticked on, their partner faded. It wasn't until Hero noticed them nodding off amidst comparing evidence that they sighed, and kicked their leg under the desk.
"Go. Lay. Down."
Their partner jostled awake at the sound of Heros voice, a soft groan to follow. "But Hero-"
"I said, it's fine," Hero waved their partner towards the spare room in the office, reserved for nights like this one. "I'll wake you if I come up with anything."
Their partner watched them for a long time- longer than Hero would've assumed it'd take them to process their words. Finally, they nodded and stood with a stretch.
"Alright, alright... don't have to twist my arm about it..." They grumbled. Their partner closed the door, and Hero was left to their affairs in the office.
None of the data they had seemed to be connecting. There was no consistency in the victims themselves. The night posed a threat to all who got enveloped by the darkness, and city curfew ordinances worked to an extent. There were the chosen few who believed they were different, and could walk the streets unscathed.
And it was always the files of the chosen few who flooded Heros desk.
Amongst the grotesque pictures and detailed coroner reports, the phone rang. Heros stomach turned, hoping it wasn't another victim. Hero slammed their hip against the desk, causing a curse to hiss past their teeth as they answered.
"Dammit all.. Hello?"
"Detective, we have a sighting, its-"
"Yes!" Hero called as they headed to towards the spare room. "We are on our way out now, let me just wake up my-"
As Hero pushed open the door, their stride ceased.
The bed was empty, sheets disheveled. The window leading to the fire escape was open, allowing the curtains to billow in with the wind.
"Where did you say that sighting was..." Hero managed to say past the lump in their throat.
"Behind your office building, Detective. We have units on your way, just stay where you are and we-"
Hero hung up.
There was no way they were letting it get away this time.
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How had they not heard anything? How could they let this be their fault? How come they couldn't keep their spiraling in check to pay attention to the fact their partner was taken while they slept?
Hero grasped the grip of their gun tightly as they stepped out to the street, and the cool air soothed their reddened eyes.
Only a few other buildings surrounded theirs, spaced by yellowed streetlamps, before the road extended off into the woods. Multiple search parties scanned the trees, yet the creature was too smart to attack a group. No, the coward waited until their victim was alone and sheltered from the eyes of the world.
Much like Hero was.
The police had a ten minute drive, but Hero was sure the case would surely be wrapped up by then. The streetlights offered a dim, faded light down the alleyway. As one hand steadied the gun, the other reached for their belt, and to their dismay found no flashlight.
"Come on out, you motherfucker..." Hero cursed, striking their lighter on their leg.
Something shuffled around the corner- a tall, obscured shadow just out of the lights reach. Hero took a deep breath, and kept moving forward.
Hero cocked the gun, and before the pin fell, a flash of smoke clouded their vision. An unrelenting force pushed them back against the wall, making Hero drop the lighter. Before they could raise the gun again, the same powerful force wrenched it from their hand and pinned their wrist to the rough brick.
"Let me go!" Hero yelled as they brought up a fist to swing at the creature. That, too, was caught, and pinned to the wall.
"You really are utterly predictable," a voice- a snide, smooth... familiar voice retorted.
Hero stopped struggling, and as the smoke settled around them, the faint glow of the fallen lighter illuminated angular, otherworldly features.
"N-no..."
Hero looked up at the set of toothy canines hidden behind perfectly arched lips, and the faintest hint of cigarettes lingered on their bated breath. Dark eyes- entirely black- fixated on Hero, and were illuminated by the flickering flame of the lighter below them.
"It.. It can't be.. you... I-I don't understand, I-"
There was no warmth to be found when the space between them was closed by the towering, distorted body of their partner- the true Villain.
"Then, let me help you understand."
Not even when Hero felt a set of lips against their own.
There was too much to make of the situation: hours of mind numbing work, fatigue from the late nights, all for the grief and anger of potentially having lost their partner be for naught when their partner brought this upon them.
But, Hero found relief in knowing they weren't another victim.
The tension eased, which allowed long arms to let go of Heros wrists and wrap around their waist. Their skin was colder than the cuffs on Heros hip, but was softer than Hero imagined it to be. As they began to lose themselves in the kiss and how sharp their teeth were against Heros tongue, they parted.
"Oh?"
"W..what?"
"So, thats it..."
"What are you on about?"
"Here I thought all your staring, all your fake politeness, was because you knew it was me and had me figured out from the start," they chuckled as they raised Heros face. "Not that you had a little crush on me~"
Against their cold, clawed hands, Hero felt warmth rise to their face.
"I did not!" they dismissed. "I do not- what do you expect me to make of this? You've killed dozens of people, I-I have to do whats right!"
"Then do it," they mused by Heros ear. A long, slender tongue ran along the pulsing vein up their neck. "I don't taste a drop of fear in your sweat Hero... maybe it's in your blood..."
Hero could hardly think of what to do, pinned the way they were. On one hand, Villain lied to them about the nightmare brought upon the town. On the other, it was still their partner. Hero seen what they could do to a body, so why weren't they finishing the job now?
"Why would I be scared of you?" Hero managed with a scoff. "What an insult..."
A hand tilted Heros head to the side, and Villains leg pushed between theirs to spread them. Despite the cold body, a hot breath ghosted along their neck. Somewhere in the distance, Hero could hear sirens.
"You have every reason to be; I could kill you right now."
"Then do it."
Instead of a response, there was a chuckle before white hot pain emanated in their neck.
Elongated fangs sunk into the flesh before they retracted shortly after. Soft lips closed around the wound, and they drank Hero in deeply. Their tongue ran along the vein while massaging along the skin. A strangled gasp left Heros lips. but their hands only held onto their partners clothes.
"You... bite like a mosquito~" They sighed with an amused chuckle, before the leg between theirs pressed upwards to pull a different sound from Hero's chest.
"And you moan like a whore," Villain hummed. "You take this so well like one too."
Stars began to dance at the corners of Heros vision. As their body grew weak, Villain cradled them close. One hand held Heros face, and their other arm stayed securely around their waist. Was Villain this way with the other victims? Was Heros hunch that this would be different wrong?
"Is... this all you need? Blood?"
There wasn't a response- only a soft hum and a gentle caress of Villains thumb against Heros cheek.
"Then.. leave me alive," Hero managed out, their voice slurred as consciousness grew more distant. "And I won't... you don't..."
Hero blinked, and then they were sat on the ground of the alley. Villain guided Heros hand to hold their neck, all while a smile stayed pleasantly plastered on their bloodied mouth.
"Shh, you won't have anything to worry about soon. You did so good for me." Villain wiped a bit of blood from their chin, and licked it off their thumb. "Tasted even better."
Red and blue lights stirred Hero from the darkness which overtook soon after. Voices blurred with radio frequencies, the buildings spun around them, but Villain was nowhere to be found. The world around Hero went black and they slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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When Hero awoke in the hospital, they were greeted with chief for questioning. A thick bandage held firm around their neck, but despite the grizzly attack, Hero had no details to report. It was dark, so they couldn't get a description. It was quick, with little time to tell either. It wasn't long after the interview that Hero was checked over, and given strict bed rest orders by the doctor.
Once they crossed through the lobby and into the warmth of the sunny day, the wind carried by the faint smell of a cigarette. Hero followed the scent to a familiar pair of dark eyes, no longer clouded by fatigue.
"You're staring..." Hero cautioned as they neared.
"Yeah, because you look like shit~" Villain flicked off the ash from their cigarette as a smile crossed their lips.
Hero couldn't help but yield one of their own.
"C'mon. I could go for a drink right now," they said with a sigh as they took the cigarette from Villains hand. "But you're buying... sound reasonable?"
"Hmm..." Villain hummed in thought as they took a step forward to slip the gold zippo back in the front pocket of Heros jacket before smoothing their hands down their chest.
"Fairly~"
Whump prompts for Halloween
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It has been quite a while since I’ve posted something, I was busy, but I am back with new ideas. All based on classic Halloween monsters
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Vampire Whump
Vampire Whumper who forces Whumpee to turn into a vampire so they’ll join their group. The entire group is all composed of others like Whumpee
Can be a continuation of the previous prompt : Whumpee is rescued by Caretaker, but Caretaker doesn’t know Whumpee is a vampire and they hide their identity, until they can’t anymore. Is Caretaker scared ? Do they feel betrayed ? Or do they understand why they kept it a secret
Caretaker and Whumpee have been friends for years. The day Whumpee went missing, Caretaker uses their Vampire abilities to find them
Vampire Hunter Whumper and Vampire Whumpee. Whumper can use them as bait to hunt other vampires, or maybe they take pleasure in hurting Whumpee because they’re not human, they’re a monster (and maybe Whumpee liked to play with their prey before ?)
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Werewolf Whump
Whumper who uses their Werewolf abilities to intimidate and hurt Whumpee. Look who’s the pet now
The transformation during the full moon is painful, and Whumpee becomes uncontrollable. So Caretaker has to lock them up somewhere and all they hear are screams of pain, Whumpee begging Caretaker to make it stop
Whumpee escapes Whumper and runs away in the forest. It’s snowy and they’re cold, after a while they collapse. But when they wake up, they feel something fluffy, and warm… They want to fall back asleep…
In a small village, the sheeps keep disappearing so they ask the hunter to take care of this problem. The hunter stands guard until they find the culprit and shot them. As they get closer, they realise that it wasn’t a regular wolf, but a Werewolf. Is the hunter a Whumper ? Or a Caretaker ? Either way, the villagers don’t seem very happy about the sheeps…
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Ghost Whump
Caretaker inherited of an old manor. It looks abandoned but they want to give this place back its pristine look. While visiting the place, they meet a Ghost, Whumpee, who seems to have suffered while they were alive. What happened in this place ?
Another Ghost Whumpee prompt ; Ghost hunters heard there was some paranormal activity going on somewhere. A dangerous Ghost lives here, and they manage to capture them. Whumpee just wanted people to leave them alone, and now they’re trapped in a box
Whumpee’s life at home isn’t too happy, they run away and since they don’t have anywhere else to go, they choose to hide in a « haunted house ». They don’t believe in anything spiritual, though it turns out the house is actually haunted… By a friendly Ghost
Whumpee died at the hands of Whumper, and now, they’re ready for revenge
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Witch Whump
Whumpee is deathly ill and their family is loosing hope. Caretaker heard about Whumpee while listening to a conversation and decides to help them
A classic, Whumpee is a witch living in the woods, and when the habitants of a neighbouring village learns this, they hunt down Whumpee and captures them. Do they plan to burn Whumpee at the stakes right away ?
Caretaker and Whumpee are fairly new to magic. While trying to brew some potions, Whumpee is accidentally poisoned
Witch Whumper who thinks of themself as better than humans, they take a liking in hurting them to prove how superior they are. They might even keep some as pets if they like them enough
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Zombie Whump
Years ago, a virus turned most of the world’s population into Zombies. Whumpee managed to survive, but they are completely alone. Everyone they knew died, but they keep on living no matter what. One day, they stumble upon what appears to be a « city »
Whumper has a pit full of Zombies, and when someone pisses them off, they throw them down here. But they sort of like Whumpee, so instead, they’ll tie them up above the pit
Whumpee was bit by a Zombie. Caretaker isn’t ready to let go of Whumpee yet, and they’ll do whatever they can to save Whumpee. Even if it takes time… And Whumpee’s behavior is starting to change already. If Caretaker finds a cure, they’re not sure if Whumpee will go back completely to who they were before
Amputations. Whumpee was bit and they are forced to have an arm, or a leg, cut off. And the only tool they have is an axe
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Demon Whump
Whumpee is beaten and bloody, but they remember rituals they learned from books to summon Demons. As Whumper leaves them for a while, they trace a sigil with their own blood, summoning a powerful Demon. Is the Demon a Caretaker ? Or another Whumper in disguise, a Carewhumper ?
Whumpee and their friends were doing one of those challenges on the internet to summon an « evil spirit ». Whumpee is a bit nervous but doesn’t want to seem like it so they decide to go first. They’re alone in a room doing the challenge while their friends wait outside. After a few minutes Whumpee gets out of the room and collapses, crying in their friends arms
A Demon was made for a purpose, but Whumpee isn’t interested in fulfilling that purpose. They don’t have much of a choice though… Do they fulfill that purpose or pretend to to get away from eternal pain ?
A mistake can have terrible consequences. Whumpee was sent to hell by accident and went through a lot even though they were innocent. They are assigned to an Angel, Caretaker, who helps them heal from their trauma, although Whumpee seems very angry at the Angels for sending them down here…
Whumptober day 7 : Only for emergencies
Magic with a cost
Of course I was going to do this one
Whumpee always held back when they fought against their opponents, but when the life of someone they care is put in danger, there is no other choice…
This is set in a fantasy world, Whumpee is a half-dragon and Caretaker is a human. Also it’s ambiguous on the characters age but Whumpee looks round 25 (their apparence is human-like but they have dragon traits still) and Caretaker is 23.
In a way, both characters are Whumpee and Caretaker to each other
TW : Burns, Suicide, Character death
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Whumptober day 6 : Not realising they’re injured
"It's not my blood."
A plan went wrong, and hero doesn’t realise that the blood on their suit might be theirs
TW : Blood, violence
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One trope I like a lot in whump is magic with a price, so here’s a few ideas :
Ice magic that causes the whumpee frostbites and hypothermia
Nature magic that grows inside the whumpee, and like with concrete, the plants have to pierce whumpee’s skin in order to be used
Shapeshifter whumpee who has to relearn how to talk, walk and act properly when they turn into a non-human creature for too long
Whumpee going blind after using light magic too often
Nerve damage and burns caused by electrical magic, maybe there’s even a risk for whumpee to be electrocuted
Whumpee has water magic abilities, except it’s salt water so it damages the skin progressively (Effective only in long term, unless you want your whumpee to have an allergic reaction)
Pretty basic as an idea but fire magic that burn whumpee’s body as they use them
Whumpee can take control of someone’s mind, but they can’t move while they’re controlling them, leaving their body vulnerable…
Whumpee with death magic, everything they touch dies no matter what. Everyone is scared of them and they are always alone
On the other hand, whumpee with life magic. They can revive anything they touch, but loose years of their lifespan every time they do so they have to be very careful who and what they touch
Similar idea, whumpee with healing magic but the wounds appear on them once the other person is healed
Honestly, the only magic ability that doesn’t look like it can have a price is Wind…
I really like the life and death magic. I’m thinking for life magic and how they lose years of their life, it should be determined on how many years that person/creature had left of their life. If they revived a 5 years old dog they may have 10 years left, so about 10 years is taken from whumpees life span. They are like 20 years old and probably have like 13 more years left after spending their child hood reviving dead bugs for fun
Whumpee with death magic (I fantasize about this one often) where they want hold their loved ones but can’t and they wear gloves but it’s not the same. They wanna feel their partners skin and their hair
One trope I like a lot in whump is magic with a price, so here’s a few ideas :
Ice magic that causes the whumpee frostbites and hypothermia
Nature magic that grows inside the whumpee, and like with concrete, the plants have to pierce whumpee’s skin in order to be used
Shapeshifter whumpee who has to relearn how to talk, walk and act properly when they turn into a non-human creature for too long
Whumpee going blind after using light magic too often
Nerve damage and burns caused by electrical magic, maybe there’s even a risk for whumpee to be electrocuted
Whumpee has water magic abilities, except it’s salt water so it damages the skin progressively (Effective only in long term, unless you want your whumpee to have an allergic reaction)
Pretty basic as an idea but fire magic that burn whumpee’s body as they use them
Whumpee can take control of someone’s mind, but they can’t move while they’re controlling them, leaving their body vulnerable…
Whumpee with death magic, everything they touch dies no matter what. Everyone is scared of them and they are always alone
On the other hand, whumpee with life magic. They can revive anything they touch, but loose years of their lifespan every time they do so they have to be very careful who and what they touch
Similar idea, whumpee with healing magic but the wounds appear on them once the other person is healed
Honestly, the only magic ability that doesn’t look like it can have a price is Wind…
