Walkin’ in a Whumpy Wonderland

Have a wonderful day!🤍🤍🤍 (Follows from @helpless-waffle)

[whump3000]

A Caretaker who loves to cook. They’re a little shy, and not as good as comforting Whumpee as some of the other caretakers, but they hope Whumpee can taste the love in their food at the very least.

[whump3000]

A gruff caretaker, giving whumpee a bath.

There is no gentle caress of the sponge, no shushing Whumpee’s cries. Just the desperation, the hardened scrubbing, as Caretaker wipes away months of filth. Dried blood so old it’s tinted black. The streaks of mud across Whumpee’s arms. Bits of food, smudged across Whumpee’s mouth from the hearty stew that Caretaker made them.

They shampoo their matted hair with efficiency. Lather, rinse, repeat and dry. No slowing in their pace, not until Whumpee stands before them. Bandaged, broken, tired… but spotless.

Clean pajamas wait for them. Freshly washed sheets, a handmade quilt, scented candle burning on the dresser. All the ingredients needed for a long night’s sleep. The first step towards a fresh start…

[painsandconfusion]

Favorite restraints?

Cloth / silk wraps

Barbed wire

Good ol' standard rope

Chains

Shackles

Wire

Handcuffs

Magic

Manual restraint (someone else holding them down)

Other?

Voting ended onJan 12

[whump3000]

This or that… Whump Edition

Heat burns

Cold burns

Voting ended onOct 21, 2025

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

love when the strategist/scientist characters get whumped (really just the smart ones tbh)

like hell yeah dude go catalog everything the torture/illness is doing to you.

me when they cope with logic and reason and then fall apart when they can’t do it anymore, when they aren’t good enough or smart enough to stop it >>>>>>>>>>>>>

[whump3000]

Day 47, and there is little new activity to report.

My morning routine remains monotonous, as I am sure most subjects’ are. My cellmate and I were awoken by our daily bucket of ice water before being marched to a room she has decided to name “The Experiment Chamber,” though I myself cannot help but believe that this whole ordeal is some sort of experiment, the subject of which still remains unclear. I surmise it may have to do with the strength of the human will.

Her hands were tied as she was beaten more savagely than as per usual, as punishment for her outburst last night.

My beating was the same it’s always been, though I do believe the skin upon my back is beginning to grow numb as Whumper’s whips dig into my flesh, undoubtedly a warning sign of nerve damage. Though I suppose it is my body’s way of doing her best to defend me from our daily onslaught of pain.

Today’s experiment was administered via a crimson colored vial, administered orally, though it burned my mouth and throat the whole way down.

I tried to question what was in the vial, but I received only a hard slap for an answer.

My cellmate, who received a green vial, has been sick all afternoon, and though I have done my best to comfort her, I find it difficult to do so between the bouts of dizziness and fatigue that strike me. I wonder if this is a trial of some sleeping draft, or perhaps a medicine to make us more submissive, but I have yet to obtain further evidence.

Even if this liquid was designed to weaken the body, it has done little to weaken my mind, as I begged our captor for an IV for my cellmate, who is quite dehydrated at the moment, and in desperate need of fluids. I was beaten for this outburst, from which my ribs appear to be broken, given the sharp pain they emit when I move about.

Whumper has made it clear she does not like when I beg for possessions, though I sense a hint of satisfaction in her eyes when one of us begs her to stop whatever harm she is doing to us.

Still, I should likely finish this entry up before our cell is plunged into darkness for the night. I shall report back tomorrow.

(I apologize to anyone who may try to read this, as my hand seems to be shaking, and no matter what I do, I just can’t get it to stop)

[whump3000]

Date Night

“Caretaker!” Whumpee cried, running after the familiar car.

They were exhausted, dark circles under their eyes, rope burns around their wrists, moving with a slight limp, but none of that mattered. Nothing mattered now that Caretaker was pulling over, dropping their keys in their rush to hug Whumpee.

“It’s been—”

“Months. I know. But I got out. I finally escaped.”

Caretaker looked at Whumpee, eyes filled with concern and warmth of equal measure.

“You look like you’ve been through it.”

“Yeah.” Whumpee laughed, looking around nervously. The setting sun still felt too bright for them, and the taste of fresh air on their lips was strange. “Come on let’s go.”

“Okay.” Caretaker moved a bouquet of flowers to the back seat to make space for Whumpee.

“Date night?”

“Yeah. Well. Maybe not now. We’ll figure something out when we get there.” Caretaker started the car, glancing back at Whumpee again. “Sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s okay.” Whumpee laughed. “I’m just glad to be out of that house.”

Caretaker made a sound of agreement, squinting at the street signs as they made a turn down Whumper’s road.

Whumpee tensed. “Where are we?”

“Oh, my partner lives in this neighborhood,” Caretaker laughed, pulling into Whumper’s driveway as Whumpee’s heart sank.

Maybe they could just try and make a run for it. Come back and find Caretaker later. Explain everything then. But there was Whumper, walking down the driveway, and Caretaker running up to kiss them. They could feel Whumper’s eyes on them, even as they accepted the flowers, that malicious glint back in their eyes.

They could run. But where could they hide? And who could they turn to when their most trusted friend was now holding hands with their enemy.

[whump3000]

Give me Whumpees who are trapped, even after rescue. Whumpees who dream of Whumper, waking up sweaty and afraid. The Whumpees who are hyper vigilant, seeing Whumper in every stranger. Shying away when they see their hair color, panicking when they catch a whiff of their aftershave. They know their Whumper is long gone, and yet their memory persists, a memory Whumpee fears they might never outrun.

[whumpxng]

reblog with your favourite whump trope!! - let’s see who’s active in the whump community 2025

i’ll start - hidden injury !!!

[whumpalicious]

Hidden injury here as well😍

[such-a-random-rambler]

pushing through an injury

[whumpxng]

YES WHUMPBLR GETS IT !!

[whump3000]

Hidden injuries. My beloved.

I’m such a sucker for stoic whumpees.

[whumpberry-cookie]

What's best?

Caretaker helping Whumpee...

Out of duty (A medic, leader, some kind of public public official)

Out of love (Old friends/lovers after reunion)

Out of empathy / moral urgency (a stranger who takes whumpee in)

Out of solidarity (Two whumpees/Leader/Caretaker has been there before)

To gain something (Villain searching for allies / Controlling dangerous whumpee)

Voting ended onAug 6, 2025

[whump3000]

It took everything Whumpee had to get away from Whumper. Maybe too much. Maybe they should have stolen a map.

As Whumpee wanders the wilderness, wounded and exhausted, they wonder at this new hell: a hell of their own free will. But free will tasted a lot sweeter than endless control. Though as they wander, they can’t help but wonder: how hard is Whumper hunting for them? Will they track them down? And if so…

Whumpee shuddered and sat beside a stream. Maybe best not to think about the if so’s.

[whump3000]

Whumper who gives each of their whumpees a number rather than a name. It’s a system to keep everyone organized, with a delightful side of dehumanization. A sure way to remind the Whumpees that here, they are nobody. They are nothing. And they are most of all, replaceable.

…

The dread that fill’s Whumpee’s stomach as their given their number. Is that really how many others have been captured and kept by Whumper? And perhaps the scarier question: if that is so, where are all the other whumpees?

[whump3000]

Just thinking about two whumpees holding each other’s hands for comfort as they hear the sound of Whumper’s steps growing closer.

[whump3000]

Sick Whumpee Poll… Favorite Dynamics

Gentle Caretaker, lovingly taking care of Whumpee

Gruff Caretaker, suddenly soft and sweet towards Whumpee

Gruff Caretaker, not giving two shits about Whumpee and their illness

Intimate/ Creepy Whumper, attending to Whumpee’s every need

Cruel Whumper, uncharacteristically gentle and kind towards Whumpee

Cruel Whumper, using the illness to amplify Whumpee’s suffering

Another Whumpee who takes pity on Sick Whumpee, doing their best to help

Another Whumpee, only taking care of Whumpee so Whumper will leave them alone

Isolated Whumpee, forced to care for themselves as best they can (not well)

Secret tenth option (put in tags)

Voting ended onJun 4, 2025

[whump3000]

This or That… Winged??? Whumpee Edition

Winged Whumpee is caught by Whumper, who removes their wings

Non-Winged Whumpee is caught by Whumper, who sews someone else’s wings on them

Voting ended onApr 28, 2025

[whump3000]

There is nothing more artistic, more beautiful, more heartwrenchinly whumpy to me than when a character is slumped against a wall, clutching their hands to their bleeding abdomen, watching their blood seep between their fingers, staining them dark and crimson.

[whump3000]

This Or That… Hallucinations Edition

Hallucinations from a fever

Hallucinations from a poison

Voting ended onApr 2, 2025

[esidvince]

whumpee propped up against caretaker’s chest when the fever takes away all of their strength, lucid enough to enjoy some company

whumpee propped up against the pillows, eager to be active but unable to move around all that much; perhaps tomorrow they’ll be able to sit properly, at least

whumpee leaning on caretaker’s shoulder when they try to get up and walk for the first time since the injury

whumpee held up in a saddle, caretaker sitting behind them with their arm wrapped protectively around whumpee’s chest

whumpee sitting at the backseat of a car, their head pressed to the cool glass; they’re still shivering but caretaker’s coat’s warm and cozy, it feels like home, and they can’t help but relax

whumpee leaning on the table, eyes closed and breaths shaky, when a sudden fainting spell washes over them

whumpee sitting on the ground with their back against the wall, too weak to get up while the adrenaline wears off