This Is A Mess

[whumpy-whumpee]

Finally FINALLY got around to whumptober, so here’s day one. It isn't Deema though, its a whumpee and whumpee I’ve never used. Well, actually half if a whumper pair and whumpee.

Waking up restrained | Shackled | Hanging

TW's: Swearing, Heavy Dehumanization (use of it/its in a demeaning way, collars, treating whumpee like a pet, carrassing and petting)

June POV

Cold.

Cold metal pressed up against my wrists above  my head. My frail arms aching and burning from being held that way.  Fear began to work its way up my spine and along my tail before I even opened my eyes.  This wasn't what I thought it was..was it?  

My eyes cracked open to a dim, cold room.  Empty except boxes of random crap and the chains holding me upward.  Barr feet brushing just lightly at the very tips on the concrete floor.. It was a basement, the stairs and lack of windows gave it away.

My heart dropped.

I recognized this place all to well.

My arms burned and seared, who knew how long I had been out, my brain throbbing and fuzzy still. 

"Well well well darling, it's finally awake"

My ears fell, pressing against my head.   It was him.

Mr. Carson, he stood there, tall leam frame and faint stubble.

The devil himself. 

Softly I whispered to myself

"fucking hell..."

He walked over, placing his fingers under my chin.  He pushed it left and right, his eyes malice. 

"ah ah ah, language Jinx"

My throat choked up at the use of the name.  Hissing shapely, my bones quivering inside.

"Thats not my na- agh-!"

He grabbed a handful if my hair, fingers gripped and interlocked.  The roits if my hair pulling up painfully.

"Shhh, shut the fuck up Jinx... We've missed are kitten for a long time now"

My tail twitched in irritation, god I hated this.  This was my own personal hell, being back here again after so long. 

I was never truly safe huh?

He let go of my hair, smiling.

Mr Carson's smile was twisted, like some kind of gnarled monster.  His smile was a twisted smirk of blood lust, something I thought I would never see again. 

"Now...why did little junx run away? What did we do to it?"

He was joking, right?

I hissed softly again, trying to moved my arms to give myself leverage on the ground.  My arms felt like they were splintering apart, muscle groups rotting, but my toes only very softly brushed the floor no matter how hard tried.

"Shut up!"

His eyes sharpened but he didn't say anything on it. 

"Aww, don't get like that"

I growled, swinging my arms again and gaspong out in pain.

"I said shut up you fucker!"

Oh no.

Why did I say that.

The regret avalanched onto me the second I saw his expression. 

"Why you little bitch!"

Without any sort of warning his snarl was upon me and I had fingers digging into the sides of my neck, his fasit wrapped tightly around neck.

"Have you already forgotten your training? Aw you little price of shit...you do not tell to m like that!"

Cold lines of blood dripped down my neck from his nails and down my spine.  The trickles of crimson fluid spelling my doom.

He let go, pushing me back causing me to swing.  The chains letting out high pitched squeaky raddles and wines.  My toes dragged along the floor as my arms felt ready to fall off my bones.  Shakily and trembling from the strain that was on them, but I could gain to leverage to hold myself up. 

"look at that...its collar is gone, we'll have to fix that in just a moment now won't we Jinx".  His hand reached up to my hair, fingers stroking through it.  If the act had cone from someone I trusted...Like Arlo or Liza. It would have been comforting.  But it only sent chills down my spine when it came from him. 

He pet my ears that had still been pressed down, patting my cheek for a moment as he carrased my hair for the time being. 

But once he left, it was only for a moment.  He came back with a collar, made of leather with a bell on the end and key lock in the back. 

"This should do fine for now, right kitten?" He said as he clicked on the collar, I cringed away at the feeling of the leather pressing against my neck. 

It was a old feeling I wanted to forget, the constant feeling of the leather resting up against th skin on my neck, not right enough to be choking, but it was always there.  A constant reminder that I was in there captivity, like his hand always resting against my neck, telling me just who I belonged to.

It was sickening.

The chain leash connected to the front hung down as finally, the strength left my neck and it began to fall and droop like the rest of my body, suspended in the air. 

"Liza...."

The name left my mouth before I realized what I had said.  His eyes crinkled sinister as he laughed for a moment.

"oh that's *adorable*, your calling for your little girlfriend huh?" He mused "Well she isn't coming anytime soon jinx, you can be suuure of that"

My eyes began to wet, but all he did was smile.

[whumpster-dumpster]

“Why? Why me?! What did I ever do to deserve this?!”

“Oh, darling, you deserve this because you’re special! You deserve so much better than what those pathetic little friends of yours were offering. This time with me is a gift to you!”

(If this prompt inspires you to create your own content, please tag @whumpster-dumpster, link to this original post with credit for the idea, or put it under the tag “whumpster prompts”)

[whump-my-darling]

Restraining Ideas

First, Kinds of things to restrain with:

Obviously we got rope. but there’s also really rough rope, like the kind that even if you touch it you get little bits of fiber stuck in your hand

personally I like barbed wire but just plain old wire is great too. it cuts into the whumpee’s skin with ease if pulled on too much

classic handcuffs 

zip ties

duct tap

chains

also mental restraining, like if the whumpee moves even a muscle then the whumper will kill their friend or whatever. my favorite is when the whumpee is being whipped and has to hold themselves to the post, otherwise someone else will be punished for it.

next, how they’re restrained 

my favorite thing for a while was the whumpee being suspended from the ceiling, their toes just brushing the floor. honestly it’s still one of my favs.

whumpees being hogtied is great. there’s a movie called Barracuda that has a great hogtied scene in it. however, if I’m remembering correctly, the movie is in french. but I’m also pretty sure you can find it for free on youtube.

the whumpee’s wrists are tied and pulled to each side of the room. pulling their arms apart and forcing them to stay on their knees

also just being tied down on their knees.

I like it when necks are also restrained. like the whumpee is tied to a post with the rope also around their neck, keeping them from moving their head. or maybe the neck is the only thing that is restrained. the whumpee putting them on a leash or leaving them chained up with the cold metal tight around their throat. ugh imagine the bruises.

only having a leg or a wrist restrain with juuuust enough slack to almost reach the door.

also what if the whumpee was being restrained by the neck but like, if they move they get hung? or hanged? hung…..? anyways, the whumper puts them up on a stool or something of the like. the whumpee has to fight after a while because the fatigue is starting to get to them and if they fall off then their dead. or the whumper puts them on a stool and begins the torture. the whumpee can do nothing but stand as still as possible so that he doesn’t strangle himself

[wingedauthor]

I remember a scene from an old movie (I think it was one of the Rambo movies? Or in that same style) where this guy was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He was dangling just above a device that if he slumped down even just a little, it would fire a gun. That gun was pointed at a child tied to a chair.

All they could do was stare at each other until the strength in his arms gave out and he touched the trigger causing the kid to be shot. I still remember so clearly the whumpees pained, defeated expression. Purely delicious

[whumpedupsidethehead]

And this reminds me of that famous scene from Once Upon a Time in the West, where Frank, the main villain of the movie, pulls probably his most despicable act of the movie. He uses Harmonica, who at the time was just a little kid, as a human hanging stool, forcing him to support his older brother such that, the instant Harmonica’s strength gave out, the brother would die by hanging. This scene was quite powerful, and did wonders to inform the older Harmonica’s reason for wanting revenge on this evil bastard.

[lady-la-luna-of-the-omniverse]

Okay, about one of these the tortured on a stool to prevent themselves from strangling themselves, imagine the delicious hurt/comfort that occurs when the Whumpee gives up one night when the Whumper leaves them alone, and the caretaker finds them passed out and very close to death, the caretaker having a split second of pure pain, thinking that they failed, until they go to touch the whumpee’s body and discover it’s still warm with life.

[whumpy-whumpee]

Winged Whump

A prompt I don't use often but I really, really should.

Imagine, a whumper tying a whumpee’s wings together painfully.

Plucking the wings one by one and stuffing them in the whumpee’s mouth.

Caressing them like the whumpee is some type of pet.

BIRD CAGES

Forcing them to fly around and do tricks in the air for a audience like a circus animal.

There are so many possibilities

[whumpy-whumpee]

Hey, just want to say I'm sorry for the unwarned hiatus. I had to take a break for mental health reasons after I got back from the hospital. But you can start expecting more regular posts now that isn't just reblogs :3

[whump-princess]

Tail whump 🖤

For whumpees with tails! (like hybrids, mythical creatures or monsters)

- whumper picking them up by the tail and dangling them in the air (works well for smaller creatures)

- whumper tugging on their tail roughly

- getting it caught or slamming it in a door

- Whumpee trying to scurry away but whumper steps on their tail to hold them back

- using a butchers knife, whumper chops off the tip of whumpees tail or -if your feeling extra evil- they take the entire length leaving whumpee with nothing but a stub in its place

- stepping on it and crushing the little bones (accidental or purposely)

- snapping it in half with two hands (similar to a cats tail, they can’t bend all the way back like that with out breaking something

- caretaker wraps bandages around whumpees wounded tail

- whumpee holding thier tail close after it’s been wounded

- curling up and wrapping thier tail around themselves comfortingly

- whumpee has trouble balancing and cloning like they used to after losing their tail

- tails that can grow back, it still hurts each time it’s chopped off tho

- snipped with garden shears 

-whumpee doesn’t like thier tail being touched but whumper is constantly stroking or grabbing it just to make them feel uncomfortable

- tucking thier tail when thier afraid

[bella-donna-prompts]

“I do love the smell of blood in the morning.”

“Shut up and help me put pressure on this, you idiot!”

“Relax, I get stabbed all the time. I’ll be fine.”

[doodledooaroo]

Bitches in the whump community be like ” oooh new revolutionary cool new idea: they get hurt” and everyone else in the community goes nuts for it.

[constantwhump]

A clinical whumper. Not hurting whumpee for enjoyment, but for observation. Taking notes on their pain level or their screams, referring to whumpee as ‘the subject,’ hurting them for an experiment…

[whumpy-whumpee]

i hope you’re okay! you said you were going to the hospital:(

I got out a few days ago. I’m doing a bit better now but I still need outpatient unfortunately. Thank you for caring though, that means a lot

[whumpy-whumpee]

The sidekick decides to work with the hero to pretend to join the villain to gain information. But the Hero starts getting progressively more and more worried as the side kick seems to be having a bit to much fun pretending to be bad, and is a bit to convincing

[whumpy-whumpee]

This is off topic. But I have to go to the hospital. So I might update for a while guys.

[whumpy-whumpee]

The caretaker and the whumpee develop nicknames fore each other. It became a game to see who could come up with the best, or most annoying names. But one day the caretaker comes up with something. Something they where unaware the whumper often called the whumpee and the whumpee brakes down, a lot of the trust that had been built up leaving.

[fullofbugs84uy894ujui9]

reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

[whumpy-whumpee]

A whumpee who gets dragged outside by the Whumper and tied to the back of the whumper’s car by there wrists. In a isolated area the Whumper drives around at a speed so they won’t kill them, just hurt them and let them be dragged along the terrain.

Or even better. Take a collar and chain, and chain it to the neck of the car.

[whumpy-whumpee]

Ok, Yandere whumper’s.

A Whumper who’s main goal isn’t to make them feel pain, or for information. But there madly in love and will do anything and everything in there power to force whumpee to love them back.

I feel like there’s such good potential in affectionate whump that no one talks about. I think on some degree’s it’s almost worse then pain. It’s just so *demeaning* on some degree’s.

Maybe it even gets to a point we're whumpee wants to be hurt, anything but this. But when they try to run away, and they unleash the temper of the whumper that *there* beloved wants to get away... They’ll immediately take that back.

[whumpy-whumpee]

A whumpee who pretends to break. They pretend to break from the whumper. Act tamed and obey orders and fake loosing that spark. To protect themselves they give them what they want.

Only to when they see the moment, drop the act completely and escape. Using the way the whumper became less guarded to there advantage to get away. A true sign of defiance they had convinced the whumper they lost.