I PROMISE THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE A WHUMP BLOG

But oh well ig

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee: *screaming while running away from Caretaker*

Caretaker: Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING??

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker: "Whumpee, are you okay? I thought I heard you crying last night."

Whumpee: "I wasn't crying, my eyes were just watering excessively and my nose was stuffy."

Caretaker: "...."

Whumpee: "I suppose I was also making sad noises."

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee: “I was a captive. I was locked in a basement for weeks, isolated, starved, mistreated.”

Caretaker: “You say that like it’s not as bad as me making you get out of the house, walk, talk and hydrate.”

Whumpee: “It’s positively dreadful.”

[abhainnwhump]

Break your Whumpees like KitKat bars.

Break their back, have a KitKat.™

[strangebeast25]

whump community i need ur help /pi

give me whumpy songs, im making a playlist for us

[befuddled-calico-whump]

shout-out to whump creators whose cast of characters is completely all over the place. You have the whumpees who are also sorta the caretaker and sometimes the whumper, you have the caretakers who don't want to be here and are kinda murdery, you have the whumpers who are actually kind of pathetic and very whumpable, and anyone could swap roles at any given time and everyone's a mess and I love it

[seasaltandcopper]

Humiliation Prompts

These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

♠ Making them beg

♠ Forcing them to strip

♠ Spitting in their mouth

♠ Making them kneel

♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit

♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions

♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor

♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch

♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess

♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food

♠ Hosing them down with cold water

♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title

♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees

♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars

♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership

♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets

♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in

♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak

♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes

♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores

♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please

♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments

♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked

♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)

♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head

♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online

♠ Fitting them with a collar

♠ Muzzling them

♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command

[whump-me]

There's no plot armor like "this character isn't allowed to die until I'm done torturing them" plot armor.

[givethispromptatry]

“You… injured him?”

“Yes, sir! Of course.”

“Did he bleed?” He smiled as he walked closer to his underling. “Did he scream?”

“So much, sir.”

“Hm.” His smile didn’t move at all as he thrust the dagger hidden in his sleeve into their stomach. “How dare you hurt him.”

[whumpers-inc-deactivated2026031]

"Make it fast. Don't draw this out. Please." They swallowed in an effort to steady their voice. "I can't take much more."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

You decide to screw with him for a little bit before getting started, selecting a wicked-sharp scalpel from your kit and twirling it between your fingers. Your captive tugs on his restraints as you approach, his face a mask of poorly-concealed fear, his eyes locked on the blade in your hand.

He freezes as you touch the scalpel to his throat, lightly tracing the path of his jugular with its edge, enjoying the way his breath hitches. Like a scared little rabbit.

You chuckle at the tremor in his voice. Not even an hour ago, he was boldly cursing your existence, and now look at him.

"I won't kill you," you assure him. At least not yet. You'll make all the use you can of him first. Starting with something fun, something to make him squirm...

You spin the scalpel between your fingers and...

Tell him to open his mouth, holding the blade threateningly.

Make the first cut; something small.

Grab another tool; start with something besides a blade.

Voting ended onJun 23, 2023

@turn-the-tables-on-them @whumpsday

[malcolmcortez]

"Come on, pet. Into bed you come."

Whumpee immediately took the opportunity to climb into bed with Whumper. They let out a small noise and buried themselves under the covers, trying to find the most warmth possible.

Eventually they gravitated towards Whumper's body and curled up by their side as their owner flicked the bedside lamp off.

"Sir?" they whispered after a moment of silence. Whumper hummed to let them know that they were listening but otherwise said nothing. "Are you going to hurt me tomorrow, too?"

"Of course not, my sweet pet," Whumper cooed, running their fingers through Whumpee's hair a few times to smooth it back against their head. "I'll leave that up to my friends."

[secretwhumplair]

Whump prompt XIX

Two (more or less) friendly rival whumpers who keep stealing whumpee from each other.

For them, it's little more than a game. Do the whumpers compete in who can make whumpee more afraid? Or do they heal whatever injuries the other inflicted before they have their own go? Both?

And for whumpee...

Whumpee stuffed in a tiny, dark wardrobe, box, or other tight space to hide them. Whumpee tied and gagged in the trunk on yet another bumpy car ride. Whumpee desperately wishing for a reprieve from their current whumper but not like this, not them-

Whumpee marked as each whumper's property over and over and over.

[whump-until-wretched]

Caretaker wants to comfort tortured Whumpee by gentle touches to remind them such thing exists, but they're hesitant because they can't seem to find an uninjured spot on Whumpee's broken body - it's all covered in burns and cuts, at very least badly bruised.

There's a small untouched area on Whumpee's outer thigh, and Caretaker holds their palm there and rubs the area tenderly with their fingertips. Even after Whumpee begins to heal, it's the only place they're not afraid of being touched, and Caretaker is the only one who is allowed to.

[serickswrites]

Are You Scared

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, buried alive

“Are you scared, Whumpee?” Whumper asked as they dragged Whumpee along the forest floor. 

Whumpee could feel their back getting scraped up by the dirt, rocks, and twigs, but they couldn’t respond. They were too weak from the days of being at the mercy of Whumper. Their body hurt all over and they could barely keep their eyes open. Whumper had bound them at the wrists and ankles before carrying them up from the basement, but Whumpee wasn’t sure why. There was no way they were escaping. Not after their last attempt. “Hmmmm,” Whumpee hummed, unable to muster the energy to speak. 

Whumper dropped Whumpee’s legs suddenly. “Well, you should be because this is the end of the line for you.”

Whumpee’s heart beat quickened. End of the line? “Pl-pl-please,” they whispered weakly. 

Whumper kicked out at Whumpee. Whumper’s foot struck their ribs hard and all the air left their lungs as they fell into a deep hole. Whumpee’s heart was pounding, but they couldn’t get a good breath. They coughed weakly as they lay on their back. 

Whumper’s head appear at the top of the hole, a shovelful of dirt also barely visible. “Don’t worry, Whumpee,” they dropped the dirt onto Whumpee. Whumpee sputtered and coughed the dirt off their lips, “I won’t leave you here forever. Just a few days to make sure you’re good and gone. Then I’ll dig you up and leave you somewhere Caretaker is bound to see you. Bound to see what I did to you and that I won.”

“Pl-pl-please,” Whumpee sputtered. Terror gripped their heart as another shovelful of dirt dropped down. They were afraid and they didn’t want Caretaker to see their mangled corpse. Didn’t want to break Caretaker. 

“So, I ask again, Whumpee, are you afraid?”

Whumpee nodded weakly as they began to cry. “Yes,” their voice barely a whisper. 

Whumper smirked. “Good.” And they dumped another shovelful on Whumpee. 

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

difficult recovery prompts

Nightmares

Won’t wake up

Can’t/won’t speak

Overheated

Hypothermic

Sickly

A fever that breaks

A fever that won’t let up

In too much pain to sleep

Lingering effects of poison

Applying bandages

Removing bandages

Stitched up wound(s)

Can’t stop shaking

Finally, water

Finally, food

No appetite

Drawn and frail

Pounding headache

Unsteady on feet

Falls trying to leave room

Not quite themself anymore

Hopelessness

Sore and achy

Fading bruises

Tense muscles

A slow-mending break

Impatient and frustrated

A balm or lotion

Touch starved

Side effects of medicine

Too much medicine

Not enough medicine

Recovering lost and alone

Recovering safe at home

Recovering while still with whumper

[judeno]

Various Ways to Collapse

Crumpling to the ground

Might hit their head going down

Catching themself before falling completely

On a wall

A friend

A handrail

Etc.

Leaning against something for support

Faux casual, everything’s fine, but it’s impossible to miss the way they’re shaking

Forearm against the wall, breathing raggedly

Slumping completely into support

Back to the wall

Sliding down the wall as their legs buckle