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jordanstrophe · 5 months

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Can you do some sort of Christmas themed whump? I don’t have any ideas beyond that, im just in the holiday and whumping spirit and you’re my favorite whump writer

Christmas cookies and hot cocoa in exchange ☕️🍪☕️🍪

(aaAAA thank you very much! I'll be honest, I don't have the greatest idea for this one either; but when in doubt, ･ﾟ✧Hypothermia?･ﾟ✧

(To any writers who want to chime in with their own ideas to do a bit more justice, please feel welcome to)

Cw: hypothermia, chained, whumper having to play the caretaker card

Whumper awoke to a blissful morning. They poured themselves a cup of coffee and flung open the curtains. They were blinded by pure white; it seemed to have snowed.

Whumper felt a chill of realization trickle down their spine.

As punishment for the night before, they chained whumpee in the backyard. It was brutally cold at the time, but they hardly expected a blizzard.

"Oh no oh no oh no-" Whumper fluttered, wrangling their coat expecting a corpse to be in their backyard. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen and the fresh snow looked untouched; but whumpee couldn't have gone far with the chain tethering them to the tree.

They dug around and found the chain deep within the snow. They tugged it until they found whumpee's arm and yanked them to the surface. They were unresponsive, whumper took their glove off and felt for a pulse. It was there, barely; they were soaked and slowly breathing. (Much to their relief. They would rather not wrack up their charge from kidnapping to murder)

Whumper's hands shook as they tried to unlock the chain. It stayed frozen and jammed shut as they threw the chain down and unlocked from the base of the tree instead. They picked whumpee up and carried them inside, dragging the chain along with them.

They laid them on the couch and hurried to get a fire going. They wrapped whumpee in a dry coat and held them in their lap. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I'll never make that mistake again, please be okay." Whumper whispered, combing their hand through whumpee's drenched hair.

After awhile, whumpee stirred. They squirmed around a bit in whumper's arms, but didn't have the energy to lift their head off their shoulder. "Shhh, sh sh don't move, it's okay." Whumper shushed, squeezing them tighter.

"... C-caretaker?" Whumpee mumbled. Whumper's heart dropped and they felt a flood of guilt.

"I'm afraid not." Whumper sighed. Whumpee suddenly started struggling trying to get out of their arms as whumper panicked.

"Okay! Okay it's me. It's caretaker, please stop moving." Whumper clutched them softer. Whumpee stopped struggling, seemingly trying to process everything, before fully relaxing their head back against whumper's shoulder.

Whumpee must be thoroughly confused to think they of all people, were caretaker.

#I thought a whumper who kept whumpee alive for legal reasons would be interesting #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump angst #intimate whumper #whumper turned caretaker #cold whump #hypothermia whump #whump drabble #whump writing #punishment whump #confused whumpee

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written-by-jayy · 2 months

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Prompt #6

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Whumpee was kidnapped to be sold to other Whumpers (maybe this is an au where its commonly accepted to own a whumpee, or maybe it's some kind of trafficking thing).

Caretaker is a part of some kind of team/organization that goes undercover to help people in Whumpee's position. But neither Whumper, nor Whumpee know this.

So when Whumper manhandles Whumpee and basically showcases them to a seemingly apathetic, and possibly slightly harsh Caretaker, is whumpee scared that they might be handed off to a worse Whumper? Are they attached to their Whumper and don't want to be sold period? Are they neutral or even happy because nowhere could possibly be worse then here?

Caretaker maybe tries to mingle the price down just because they only brought so much money with them, but regardless, they don't leave until they have Whumpee.

After they arrive at Caretaker's home or the hospital or wherever they're taking Whumpee, how does Whumpee react when Caretaker's personality completely shifts, and they're now sympathetic, worrying and gently tending to Whumpee and their wounds?

#writing #writers on tumblr #whump #writeblr #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #written by jayy #writing prompts #tw kidnapping #tw trafficking mention #rescue #tw stockholm syndrome #kinda #confused whumpee

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whumpy-bi · 11 months

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Whumper tortured whumpee for hours with a knife, until Whumpee was delirious from the shock and pain of it. Their wrists and ankles raw from pulling against the ropes keeping them against the table, their eyes unfocused from the terror and agony. After a certain point, they couldn’t even understand what Whumper was asking them, their demands becoming a jumbled mess of noise.

Eventually, Caretaker comes to save them and overpowers Whumper. When they approach to cut Whumpee free, Whumpee wails and attempts to struggle again, too delirious and scared to understand that their friend is there—all they can process is a hand over them, holding the same knife that had drawn blood dozens of times now.

Caretaker’s heart shatters, even as they try to quickly cut Whumpee free and sit them up. Their voice breaks from the guilt of having to scare them like that.

“I know, I know, Whumpee, please, it’s me!”

#whump #whumpee #writing #caretaker #whump writing #whumper #whump thoughts #kidnapping #torture #rescue #confused whumpee

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clickerflight · 8 months

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Esial : Part 6 - Hospital

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Part 5

Here we go! I'm having so much fun with this story. I was a little stuck for how to continue, but I have some plans and some plot that will link into Joseph's story and everything. Is a good time. Anyways, here you are.

Content: Vampire whumpee, hit by car, broken leg, road burn, hospital setting, lacerations from glass, surgery, open wound, gun mention (not used)

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Esial didn’t know any of these people. There were people all over Kyle’s home, looking at things, using weird tools, and taking Kyle away.

Esial nearly lost it when some people came in with strange things covering their hands, putting Kyle on a board that was made from something Esial still did not recognize, and started rolling him out.

Joseph had a hold of him, and spoke quickly. “It’s okay, man. It’s alright. They’re going to get him some help, okay?”

“NO!” Esial hissed, trying to break free, but he was still weak from the regeneration, even if he was full of animal and human blood. “No!”

“I know, man. It’s gonna be okay, yeah? You’ll see him later.”

Neither Joseph or Esial watched as Joanna was taken from the room.

“Please, please, I-” Esial didn’t know how to express what he was feeling. He had some words, but not enough. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t know who these people were, he didn’t know why Joseph was a vampire like him but seemed so very different. He didn’t know what anything was made of and he craved the blood of the humans ducking in and out of the room.

“Is he the one who nearly drained the woman?” another weird vampire asked. She had more pockets on her clothes than Esial had ever seen, and she seemed very formal.

“Ah, yes, Granger,” Joseph said. “It was definitely self defense, though.”

The woman hummed. “Alright, we’ll need to get him to the rehab center and into the hands of the employees there. Get him taken care of and we’ll come by to ask him some questions.”

“Works for me,” Joseph said with a nod. “Come on, man. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

Esial hissed. He was confused, he was scared, and he didn’t want Kyle to die. Kyle was the only person who had been kind to him since he woke up and he didn’t want that kindness to be repaid in blood and violence.

“Hey,” Joseph said, a strange crooning entering his voice as he spoke. “You’ll be alright, kay? How about we go to my apartment and I’ll make some calls.”

“Don’t want calls,” Esial said, his voice thick with emotion. “Don’t want- I-” Esial sucked in a breath, the air still laced with the scent of blood. “I want crocodiles.”

“What? Nevermind, we’ll unpack that later. Just come with me.”

Esial sobbed, stumbling as he was tucked under Joseph’s arm.

“You’ll be okay,” Joseph said as he helped Esial down the stairs and to a slightly ajar door.

Esial looked around the room, surprised that the design was the same as Kyle’s home.

“Alright, let's get the blood off you first. You’re kind of small. I’m not sure I have any clothes that will fit you, and none of Muir’s things will fit you in the slightest.”

Esial nodded faintly as he entered a room with a seeing glass. Esial stared at himself for a moment. He had watched himself in Kyle’s seeing glass for a while when Kyle had been out, but it was still strange. His hair was curled around his face, dark and long enough to brush his collar bones. He looked so frail, though maybe less so with the blood smeared on his face and arms.

Joseph took a rag from one of the drawers and started wiping the blood away after soaking the rag in the magically appearing water. Esial closed his eyes, holding still as the other vampire muttered to himself.

“There,” Joseph said, tossing the rag into a basket by the sink. “Wait here. I’ll get some clothes.”

Esial watched him go and looked around the bathroom. He didn’t want whatever clothing Joseph was going to bring him. It was going to be weird and suffocating like the clothing Kyle had brought him.

He pulled off the blood stained garments and grabbed a towel from a stack of them. He froze for a moment, mind flashing to Joanna, picking at the fabric while she pounded words into his head. He shook his head. Her blood was inside him now. He felt like he had taken a part of himself back.

Still, he put the towel down.

Joseph came back, holding a couple of things. “Alright, this will probably work and- Oh geez. I didn’t think you’d… you know what, never mind. Here you go.”

Esial took the shirt and pants and slipped them on, pulling at the fabric uncomfortably.

“Are you tired?” Joseph asked.

Esial wasn’t. He felt like he had electricity surging in his veins, telling him to find Kyle. But he wanted to be away from Joseph, so he nodded.

“Thought so. You’ve had a crazy night. Here, you can take my bed. I’ll have the couch for the night.

Esial nodded. He wanted to skip to the part where he was alone. Joseph kept talking as he showed the way to a room and Esial made a show of getting cozy, but he wasn’t listening. The only thought on his mind was escape.

“Good night. Wake me up if you need anything,” Joseph said and he turned out the light using the little switch by the door and left, closing the door behind him.

Esial was up in a moment, digging through everything as silently as he could.

He found fabric in the closet with a texture he didn’t hate. It wasn’t as stupidly soft as what he was wearing, that was for certain.

He pulled off his clothes and threw them across the room in a fit of stressed out anger before tying the large sheet of fabric around himself in a way that was similar to his old clothes. He tore off a strip from another length of fabric, using it to tie his hair back.

After making sure everything would stay, tearing off another bit of fabric to use as a belt just to be sure, he started looking for a way out.

To his delight, he discovered that the glass in the windows could be slid to the side, and the mesh beyond was easy to pop out. He did so and leapt out, landing on the hard flat rock that seemed to line everything outside.

With that, he lifted his head, smelling for Kyle. The man had been bleeding so it was easy enough to find the trail. Until it wasn’t. Kyle’s scent mixed with the smell of caustic burning things, like the smell that rolled off of the car Kyle had brought him here in.

Esial was smart. He was a hunter. He could figure this out.

He paced in circles, taking in deep breaths and pausing to clear his sinuses. There were differences in the smells. The burning from Kyle’s car smelled different from the others. And there was a very different burning smell mixed around Kyle’s scent.

He took off running, following it and memorizing it at the same time. They had a headstart on him. His speed seemed to be returning sure enough, though, so he wasn’t too worried. Besides, they had to stop somewhere. That was how hunting worked. The prey had to stop somewhere to rest and he would catch up when that happened.

At least, that had been the plan.

Something bright appeared on the stone ahead, and Esial froze, trying to figure out what it was that was approaching so quickly.

There was a loud noise that blasted through the air and he flinched back, trying to run from whatever was making it, but the lights slammed into him, sending him off the rock and into the prickly growth alongside it. He heard something, maybe a door? And voices.

He didn’t wait and took off limping. His leg was definitely broken and his arms were badly skinned but he kept going. They were healing anyway.

He ran as fast as he could, falling into a couple of ditches and slamming his shins into rocks.

He got back to the hard rock, running when his legs healed properly. The pain had been Nothing compared to regenerating, but he still made sure to throw himself off the rock whenever another set of lights showed up through the dark. He skidded to a halt when he saw the city. It was huge, and bright. There were lights everywhere, and some buildings in the distance that were large enough to probably touch the sun barge as it flew overhead. The smell rolling off of it was nothing he’d ever experienced. He covered his nose, coughing and retching. The scent was so hostile. There was no fertility here. Just bad smelling rock and acrid burning.

He did not forget his task. He had to find Kyle, and so, after a few eye watering minutes of gathering himself, he forged ahead.

His feet hurt, the rock sapping moisture from him at every step, the smell burned in his sinuses, he still ached from being hit by the lights, and he just wanted things to make sense. He gagged everytime he smelled for the trail, but he managed to find it again, and he took off running.

There were people here, occasionally, coming out of buildings or walking along the stone paths. There were more of the lights, attached to cars, but they were moving much slower here.

“Hey!”

He turned and saw a man looking at him, concern and a bit of fear showing on his face. “You alright?”

Esial didn’t have time for the distraction and bared his fangs at the man, hissing. The man stumbled back, pulling out a rectangular object and holding it to his ear.

Esial heard something about ‘feral vampire’ and ‘threatened me’ but he was running again.

The car passed in front of a huge, bright building. He picked up Kyle’s smell again and dropped the car trail to pick up that on. He forced his way through the doors, surprising the people on the other side.

“Sir, are you-”

Esial hissed, dashing past them and slamming into a door that he found wouldn’t open for him. He drew back his hand and punched through the glass to the side of the door, forcing his way through and ignoring the cuts in his feet and hand.

Blood trailed after him as he rushed through the bright halls, past rooms that smelled of injury, sickness, and awful acrid things he couldn’t quite place.

His blood scent was strong and distracting, as were the many noises in this place and the loud blaring that lit through the halls as people shouted at him.

He didn’t care. He needed to make sure Kyle was alive. He needed to know he was going to be okay. He needed to- he wanted-

He wanted his crocodiles.

He forced his way past strange people in strange clothing, an unstoppable force as he found Kyle. He was laying on a table, eyes closed and masked people standing over him, one with a blade in hand. Were they priests? Were they removing Kyle’s organs to have him mummified?

He shrieked, diving forward to fight them off.

“Get out!”

“It’s feral!”

“The patient!”

“No, leave. Get out!”

The priests left quickly, though Esial could hear people coming so he grabbed the nearest heavy object and shoved it in front of the doors. He did so with a few more things before backing off, breathing hard. He ran to the table, ripping off the strange thing on Kyle’s face.

“Kyle,” he cried horsley. “Kyle, please. Wake up, please.”

He glanced down at the wound and back at Kyle’s face. He shook the man a little, tears now running down his face. “Please, wake up. Please, I’m scared.”

Kyle’s heart was still beating, the beats lining up with the soft beeps coming from an object with moving lines and symbols. Esial didn’t know what sort of witchcraft it was, but it only made him more nervous. He looked down at his bleeding arm, backing up into a corner to pull shards of glass from it. He stumbled back to Kyle once he’d done so, shaking him again, now openly sobbing.

“Please, I’m scared, please don’t be dead. Kyle, please.”

Kyle groaned, his eyes fluttering and Esial choked on his saliva in surprise.

“Kyle!” he cried as men started to ram the door.

Kyle opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. “E-Esial?”

“Oh, thank Heka! I don’t know what those priests were doing to you, but we need to go!”

“Go?” Kyle croaked, looking around. “Am I in a hospital?”

“We need to go! They’re going to get in!” Esial said, frantic.

Kyle looked down his body and made a very strange noise. Somewhere between a croak and a yelp, with the undertone of ‘about to be sick.’

“Surgery? Esial, am I in a surgery room?”

“Why would I know!? We need to go! There’s still time to-”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Kyle!” Esial whined, voice trembling as there was another bang and the stuff in front of the door moved.

“ESIAL!?” Kyle shrieked, sitting up slightly to see better. “Did you just break into a hospital and barricade us in a surgery room while they were in the middle of operating on me!?”

“I only know what half of those words mean,” Esial whispered, bringing his shoulders up to hide. Kyle was angry at him and he had no idea why. He was trying to save Kyle’s life.

Kyle stared at him, and Esial didn’t like how pale he looked. “I… I thought I was help-”

The doors slammed open and Esial flew back to the corner. There were weapons in their hands like the one Joanna had.

“No!” Kyle yelped. “No, don’t shoot him! I can explain. Please, he’s just scared!”

Esial made himself small as one of the men said, “What’s going on here?”

“He, augh, he’s from 3000 BC. He’s been just a heart for 5000 years. He just barely, mmm, he barely regenerated. He thought I was in danger. Don’t hurt him!”

Esial stayed pressed into the corner, trying to look small and harmless. He was in a lot of trouble, he knew that now.

"Please. Just, um-" Kyle rubbed his head, glancing back at Esial.

"It's alright, sir," said the leader of the armed men. "We'll take him to the station and keep him safe for a bit. Do you know if he has a rehab worker assigned to him?"

"I think Joseph Blackham was taking care of him?"

"Alright. Lay back down. We'll take care of this."

"Kyle," Esial whimpered as the man approached steadily.

"Go with them, Esial," Kyle said, looking exhausted. "They won't hurt you."

Esial trembled as the man bent down, pulling him up by his good arm.

He looked back at Kyle as the priests ran in again, covering the wound and preparing to move Kyle.

Part 7

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

From Dust to Ashes: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @currentlyinthespiral

#vampire whumpee #immortal whumpee #confused whumpee #hit by car #broken leg #road burn #hospital setting #surgery #open wound #gun mention #lacerations from glass #look at him #he's so confuse #he so confuse that it's almost funny #who am I kidding #i did laugh a little while writing this one

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weirdstrangeandawful · 9 months

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TW: delirium/confusion, drugs, medical

“Hey Whumpee! Where are you headed off to? Are you waiting for a bus?” Caretaker’s voice is light and cheerful. A delicate smile plastered across their face.

“Yeah, I’m going home,” Whumpee slurs their words slightly, pain medication still sloshing through their bloodstream. Their fingers fiddle with the strings on their hospital gown.

“Oh that sounds lovely!” Caretaker encourages, “Would you like to come inside for a warm meal whilst you’re waiting?”

At Caretaker’s insistence, Whumpee slowly gets up and hobbles down the corridor, politely shutting the door to the storage cupboard behind them as they leave.

#whump #whump prompt #delirious whumpee #confused whumpee #medical #hospital #drugs

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auroragehenna · 6 months

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This is just a prompt...

I'm just considering Adam and Lyra here... Adam is torturing Lyra and he messes up for real and he doesn't know it until it's too late. So he panics and he has to save her...

AI-less Whumptober

Day 21 Blood loss, near death experince

TW/CW: Sadistic whumper, overjoyed whumper, knife whump, careless whumper, thinking about death,bleeding out Word count: 714

Boy am I lucky I don’t have to count. Lyra thought to herself. Another sharp cut, this time over her cheek again.

“Hey! Eyes on me Thýma, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah, yeah, eyes on me, I want to trigger all your senses.”, she mockingly quoted him through gritted teeth. Voice carefully composed.

“Exactly.”, Adam agreed darkly before slashing a shallow cut over Lyra’s throat. He saw Lyras eyes widen in surprise and her bound hands trying to reach up to her throat. He grinned.

“Damn Adam, I thought you wanted to keep me.”, she joked half-heartedly.

“Oh I do. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

But the sadistic glint in his eyes did nothing to convince Lyra of that.

Her body jerked against the ropes holding it as Adam drew the knife over the entire side of her legs. She could feel her eyes widen again; something is seriously off here! She thought through the haze of pain.

She looked away from the knife and up into Adam’s face. And it was practically beaming with excitement and sadism. Sure she often saw him sadistic but this…By now there was barely any space left to cut so she hoped it would be over soon. As soon as possible. Please. Suddenly Adam’s finger curled under her chin and hastily lifted it up. He raised the knife and outlined the contours of her face with the blood tip. No doubt leaving bloody lines.

“You’re so beautiful!”, Adam exclaimed, not even noticing the way Lyra stared at him in absolute perplexity. “The way you scar so perfectly! The blood on you! The way you breathe when you try to control the pain! So beautiful! Perfect! I want more!”

Lyra breathed out the tiniest whimper but Adam blessedly didn’t hear it in his excitement. Lyra closed her eyes and tried as well as possible to let the pain fade out into white. Adam threatened her, to keep her eyes open again and so she did. Until he finally had to go.

“Alright! This was exhilarating! But sadly I have to go!”, he said cheerfully and tossed her a disinfectant spray and a bundle of bandages before untying her, “you got this, right. Great. Byeee.”

Lyra collapsed onto the piles of the pool. Her whole body burned and she was still actively bleeding from a bunch of wounds. She pushed herself up against the basin wall and tried to be steady. She reached for the spray and grit her teeth hard before applying it. When she had disinfected all the wounds as well as she could she tried to bandage them. The smaller or less complicated ones weren’t a problem but the still bleeding ones were a problem. She sat there for God knows how long, bleeding through bandages over bandages. It’s not stopping. This isn’t normal. Right? Or is it? I don’t know. Adam was never so…careless. She thought with a shiver. The movement only pushing out more blood. She couldn’t try to tell the time with the light because it was nighttime. She could only have said that it got from dark to even darker. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I going to bleed out here? I mean surely not yet but…If the bleeding continues like this…Is that it? Again? Okay no, I never died. But a lot of times nearly. She thought back to those times. The near drownings had always felt peaceful in her memory. The possible-car crashes not so much. At least she finally would be free. What then? Unfortunately she would probably go to Asphodel. She wasn’t a hero, so no Elysium and hopefully she didn’t deserve Tartaros. Be that as it may, finally…no torture anymore. She tried to gather her mind and changed the blood soaked bandages again. There was a growing mountain of bloody bandages in front of her. And blood everywhere on her. It was so hard to stay conscious. And even thought Lyra had never really cared very much about her life having it slip away from her again felt so…weird. So…sad…after all. But that’s how it was. She wasn’t going to yell for Adam. Would probably not work anyway. This was freedom…She thought before losing consciousness.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober

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dinkflocculent · 1 month

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Hiraeth - Part One: Anamolous

This is something I wrote for fun. It hasn't been proofread or edited in any form. I don't like how it's written, but I need to train myself to be softer on my pieces. Enjoy!

Dark, cold, cramped...

The cage wasn't comfortable, but it has become a comfort for Caspian. When opened, the noises were loud, the lights were bright, and Master was never nice when he came to visit.

Humans weren't so welcoming to his kind.

His species hasn't fought or terrorized humanity in decades; roles were switched. Now they were rare, exotic pets humans showed off to their guests. He was about to become a pet to be looked at. His cage moved at every bump the carriage went over. It was a nuisance, but he didn't want it to stop. Humans who had a large amount of money to pay for him were never good-hearted.

He curled tighter into his ball, trying to get the thin, small blanket to cover his body. He closed his eyes, dreaming of a reality not ruled by humanity.

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His ears stung at the loud, incoherent yelling of Salesman; Caspian will never understand why humans punch doors to open them. The cage constantly shuffled and slid. Was humans so weak they couldn't hold his cage containing his average form?

He heard the slow creaking of the door, and locks being unlocked.

"Oh, it's here," his new master didn't have a rough, cruel tone. It was soft but had a hint of disappointment.

"It'll be hard to train it. This one's pretty obedient but rarely shows his teeth."

"Pesikos doesn't need to buy creatures to become guard dogs!" he felt his cage be roughly handed, praying the blanket over the cage doesn't get taken off.

Salesman huffs, the sound of hooves carrying off. A door closes and his cage moves as the handler walks. He's set down on a hard surface.

He's inside his new master's home.

He scoots towards a corner of his cage, shaking with fright. What will Master use him for? By the anger in their tone responding to Salesman's remark, he's definitely not going to be put into any sick beast fighting rings. Will he be a pet? Is Master nice to pets, or will he be something he can use to let out his anger after a long day?

A key is inserted into the lock, the door creaking open. The light from the outside world makes his eyes sting, his body curls up as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

What will his purpose be in Master's house? Will he ever escape this place? Will he ever escape his cruel existence?

"The poor thing's so afraid. I've never seen a dratleon this skittish..."

A kind human voice, one that belonged to humans who were nice to his kind.

A female's voice.

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fanatichistory · 2 years

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Scene Prompt 13 pt 3

Part 1 and Part 2

Again let me know if I missed any tags or warnings please :) Enjoy the last part!

CW: possessive whumper, intimate whumper, confused whumpee, brainwashed whumpee (they think whumper is looking out for them and everyone else is the enemy which Whumper reinforces), bad caretaker (previously just called “caretaker” in the other two parts but in this one I am calling them “bad caretaker” since they are another implied whumper), kidnapping-ish (Whumpee does go pretty willingly due to the brainwash thing)

Whumpee yawned wide and rubbed their eyes as they stirred the sauce simmering on the stovetop. There was still plenty of time before Bad Caretaker came home but the clock was still ticking so to speak.

Spinning around Whumpee began to scrub the countertops with the cleaning wipes, oblivious to the shadow creeping up behind them until it was a second to late.

Before Whumpee could blink their head was down on the counter, both arms held behind them at their back and the cold press of a blade against the side of their throat as they stared up into the face of their attacker.

"W-Whumper?"

"Sorry if I hurt you my dear but I know you're about as confused as sin right now and I couldn't take the chance of you hurting me or yourself...understand?" Whumper's voice was calm and sweet as they smiled down the now trembling Whumpee.

"I-I-I-"

"Shhhh my dear I know." Whumper put the knife away then and began to pet Whumpee's hair. They still kept Whumpee restrained over the counter but the more they petted their hair the more Whumpee trembled and cried.

"It's alright Whumpee, I'm here now my pet." Whumper continued to console and pet them, their chest tightened as they watched the emotional breakdown their precious Whumpee was having just over having seen them return. "Shhh baby."

After they had seemingly calmed themselves down some Whumper kept a hold of Whumpee's wrists to keep them restrained at their back and slowly stood them upright, turning them partway so they could wipe the tears and stray hair from Whumpee's face.

"There now, much better my dear. I got to say I did not expect that. I anticipated more of a fight. I thought, given you're state of confusion and level of brainwash, that you would try to hurt me." Whumper's voice was still calm but they made sure to dramatically inflect the necessary words.

"No! I didn't know how to find you or where you were...I didn't know where to go and they put me with this person and set me up with this job and everything happened so fast. Whumper, please, please you have to believe me please-"

Whumper's hold on their wrists tightened silencing Whumpee's pleading.

"You know I don't like rambling." Whumpee stilled at the change in Whumper's tone of voice. It was no longer calm and sweet but tense now. Whumper's eyes had also narrowed down at them and Whumper turned their face away leaving Whumpee to think that they had offended them greatly.

"I'm so-sorry I f-forgot myself..." Whumpee practically tripped over themselves verbally to try and make it right with them and the corner of Whumper's lips twitched a little as they fought to conceal a smile.

Whumper released them to cup their face stroke their cheeks as they did smile then, gently down on them. "Oh my dear. I completely understand! Now, let's get out of here before they come home." Whumper's hold on their face tightened and pulled Whumpee's face until they were almost nose to nose with Whumper.

"You do wish to come home with me don't you?"

"Y-Yes please..." And Whumpee did truly want to go home with them. They just didn't know how and knowing that Whumper had come to collect them gave them a huge sense of relief and released the tension stored in their body.

Sure Whumper was scary from time to time but they didn't mean to hurt Whumpee.

They said so themselves and as Whumper led the way out of the house through the back door, leading Whumpee by the hand and not letting go of said hand, Whumpee brought their free hand up to the side of their face just above their right eye.

It was tender and definitely going to bruise, given how hard they had hit the countertop, but there was no way they could blame Whumper. After all it was just as they said, they were just as confused and lost as Whumpee was and it wasn't their fault they happened to be so much stronger.

It also occurred to them that the stove was still on and simmering the sauce but Whumper never slowed down. If anything they quickened their pace as they headed for the end of the street and turned the corner before Whumpee spotted Whumper's car.

"Quick, get in." Whumper was no longer comforting in their tone of voice but Whumpee was moved that they held the door to the car open for them as they quickly did as they were told.

Whumper took quick strides to the driver's side and started the engine before peeling out and making for the highway when Whumpee noted the time on the clock. There was still plenty of time, an hour really, before bad Caretaker got off work.

"We need to get you into hiding." Whumper said suddenly, driving one handed while biting the nails on the other hand. Whumpee knew then that they were distressed about something when they finally registered what it was Whumper said.

"W-what? I'm okay Whumper, I'm back with you honey-"

"You don't get it do you?! They know who you are!" Whumper's eyes were blown wide with what Whumpee took to be fear for them as they continued.

"They know you're name, they know mine, they know where we normally hang...Whumpee we have to start all over do you understand? We got to get out of dodge and go someplace where they can't find us, find you...I know this is happening fast dear, I know, but I need you to trust me."

Whumpee took a deep, cleansing breath and placed a calm hand on Whumper's arm and drew their hand away from their face to get them to stop biting their nails as they held it, stroking their fingers across the top of the hand as soothingly as they could.

"I understand that much my love. I trust you so much Whumper, so much." Whumper glanced at Whumpee out of the corner of their eye suspiciously to see if they meant that and was pleased to find that they did.

Whumpee saw that they were pleased and continued, gently kissing Whumper's hand. A hand that was both hard and gentle. Whumpee may not know when that hand would be used to strike them, but they loved that hand nonetheless.

As cruel as Whumper sometimes was, they were also just as caring and gentle. Sometimes more than anyone else could be.

"Where do you want to go?" Whumper asked finally. The calm tone was back in their voice, the sweetness twinkling in the eye again as they smiled down at Whumpee as Whumpee continued to hold their hand and kiss it. There was quite the goose-egg forming on their right temple and it was bright and slightly swollen from earlier.

Whumper couldn't wait until they could find a quiet place alone. There were plenty of reasons of the recent situation to punish Whumpee for and they were looking forward to it.

But really it the comfort that comes after that Whumper looked forward to the most.

Whumpee always saw to Whumper's needs no matter the state they were in and Whumper loved rewarding and gifting them. Seeing the shine in Whumpee's eyes, the spark of life return before Whumper found fault in something and gleefully took it away.

"I trust you my love, wherever you think is best." Whumpee replied smiling up at Whumper, foolishly trusting them implicitly.

While bad Caretaker was indeed a rival contender and someone to watch out for, part of the precaution as to why Whumper decided to leave town with Whumpee was rest of the town will be on high alert once it is known that Whumpee is discovered missing in an hour or so and that would only work to bad Caretaker's favor had they stayed in town.

And Whumper was not about to lose their treasure. ever. again.

#bad caretaker #possessive whumper #intimate whumper #brainwashed whumpee #confused whumpee #whump community #scene prompt #part 3

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whumpybobbert · 1 year

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#whump blog #whump community #meme #confused whumpee #caretaker

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aseasonwithclarasblog · 2 years

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Lost in a Dream?

Omg I haven’t written for this in so long… I’m sorry to everyone who actually cares about my writing haha. Thank you to @whumpmasinjuly for getting me to actually write this chapter. Everything is still in chronological order. Thanks if you all read it!

No longer in captivity…

tw: Disassociating, referenced rape but no details, starvation, sleep deprivation, body pains, hypothermia, numbness

Previous // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

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Jack was walking on cold pavement, everything around him had a slight shine from recent rain. The air was fresh and cool. The sun had set, there was still light, yet the world was quickly turning to darkness.

The air hummed a melody he used to know. The business of it. Of people going here or there.

There were adults on dates, hand-holding and giggling. Children running around, their parents trying to keep them in toe. Teenagers, older and younger than him, a group, ran by. Holding skateboards, a couple of them were further behind, on their boards to catch up. He flinched away, their laughter too loud and smiles too bright.

He kept walking on, swearing he could hear music…

In front of him was a red restaurant with white symbols. Perhaps another language, something in his mind tried to reason.

The restaurant door opened as a sweet-looking family left, and the aroma from inside filled the air. It smelled heavenly. He hadn’t eaten for a couple of days and his stomach growled angrily at him.

If only he could control the food portions he was given. He’d be good! He’d be so good he wouldn’t take much, just enough to keep his blood pressure ok. Just twice a day, he’d even skip Lily’s cookies.

He found himself walking over before freezing mid-step. Hand resting above the door handle.

What… am I doing?

Where am I?

He looked at his half-dead reflection before the realization came to him. It was just a dream. He let out a weak laugh.

Just a dream. None of this was real.

Yet, it was a break from the pain and suffering. A time to think about a better place. Then again, he was breaking the rules.

Stop being ungrateful.

Stop trying to escape somewhere else.

Stop pretending you could be normal again. You never were and you neve-

“Excuse me.” A gruff voice behind him. “Are you going inside or aren’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry, S-Sir.” He quickly pulled away from the door.

He rolled his eyes and grunted as he walked past him.

Jack’s head raised at the smell from inside. He was so close.

Why not? Why don’t you escape and give in, just this once?

The voice in his head was so small.

But it was so strong.

Too strong.

And he pushed the door open.

And he walked inside.

And for just one small, victorious moment he stood tall.

Who was he to act so confident? So proud?

He was quickly slouching again, hiding in the corner of the room where the lights were dim.

A waitress grabbed his arm and led him to a table when he failed to realize he was supposed to follow her. Her touch felt nice, like something he could trust. Someone he could lean on…

She was pushing him into a booth.

His mind went empty again, things happening around him. It was a dream he couldn’t quite catch it. And when he came too, he saw a heaping bowl of ramen was placed in front of him, steaming hot.

“Enjoy! If you need me, call me over.” She looked sympathetic to him. He didn’t know why.

He picked up the fork and lightly tried to pick up the noodles, which slipped. Frowning down at the plate, he didn’t wanna eat one or two at a time. He looked around desperately before seeing someone with chopsticks. Looking for his own but did not see any sticks on his table.

He continued to glance before seeing someone stab the noodles before swirling his fork. They collected into a bite-sized amount easy to take a full bite .

Jack smiled weakly, copying them when they did it again before tasting it, and oh-

Why didn’t they allow themselves to dream more often…

The flavor was incredible. And as it’s heat went down his throat he realized just how frozen he was. Bunching up into the booth and hungrily eating, no tiny bites just shoveling the food down. Holding the bowl in his hands. It burned, ha, as if he cared. He was eating a whole bowl of food, hot food. Food made for him. When he was done he slumped against the table. Humming weakly as the sweet waitress came over to get him to pay.

Pay? Pay with what…

You have to pay…?

He panicked quietly. Shaking suddenly.

To greedy. Greedy brat. You shouldn’t have come you shouldn’t…

Things started blurring again.

A man walked over, looking at him with disdain before hearing a sickening crack.

He was with Al, he was sure of it. Al had him in bed again and… he couldn’t remember anything.

And then he woke up. The dream was over. He tried to lift his head but couldn’t. He was soaked… did Veronica push him in the tub again?

It was quieter now. A faint sound of cars now and then and he couldn’t move. Couldn’t manage to stand.

He could lift his head, barely at that. Panting weakly, trying to fill his lungs with air.

Where- he was lost… the restaurant. The red restaurant. Maybe the back of it… it looked different but the amazingly bright red was still visible.

It wasn’t a dream…

He was lost, and alone, and the rain was starting to fall again and he couldn’t move.

So this is how it ends…

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Written on July 4th, 2022

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whumpitisthen · 9 months

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Whumpee waking up in a hospital or at home, restrained for their own safety.

Maybe they're sick, maybe they are tired and delirious, maybe just horribly thoroughly conditioned. They don't even sit up, just pull a little on the light restraints and look around wildly. They whimper with anxiety at their new surroundings. Maybe they are scared of unfamiliar places, or think they are still back with whumper.

Caretaker is quick to the rescue, yet ineffective and inefficient. No matter what they say, it's like whumpee doesn't even hear them. They just keep making themself smaller, freezing up, watching for threats, babbling and stuttering out words that make no sense.

They are so confused they start crying, and caretaker's heart breaks apart at the sight.

#whump #my writing #whump writing #fear #whump prompt #panic #unreality #i just got absolutely enamored by the thought of confusion tears #just #crying bc of overwhelming confusion #its so lovely for me #whumpee does not know whats happening and does not know how to react any other way than tears #very delicious

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jordanstrophe · 6 months

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Whumpee wasn't scared of caretaker.

They were scared of being grabbed and pulled from the only place they felt safe: which was the far corner of their cell clinging to the bars.

-They never got hurt here so it was safe, yes?

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #captive whumpee #rescued whumpee #imprisoned whumpee #defiant whumpee #confused whumpee #kidnapped whumpee #captivity whump #whump trope #whump scenario #whump angst

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oddsconvert · 9 months

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Whumper is a shapeshifter. Throughout Whumpee’s captivity, they morph into Caretaker’s form to trigger, manipulate and test Whumpee. It breaks Whumpee down and crushes their spirits - but at least they don’t fall for Whumper’s games anymore.

Until one day, it IS Caretaker that rushes to their rescue. When Caretaker bursts through the cell door, Whumpee refuses to believe it’s real. Whumpee even tries to go back to sleep and ignore them.

“N-No... please... not - just not today, Whumper. I’m too tired.”

“Whumpee-” Caretaker’s voice wobbles, their hands shaking as they reach out, “It’s me- I’m here to save you-”

“I-I’m not stupid. I won’t try to escape anymore - promise...please don’t hurt me.”

“Whumpee, just look at me, please. It’s caretaker. We’re going home-”

“You’re not caretaker... It’s never caretaker... It’s always you.”

Whumpee fights and thrashes as Caretaker releases them from their restraints and tries to carry them to safety. When they’re home, they’re resistant to the care and attention they need. Pushing helping hands away, screaming and kicking. Whumpee is hysterical, crying out in anguish. Rambling promises to be good and swearing they’re not disobeying Whumper, they still think it’s all a test. They won’t look at Caretaker, they won’t stop begging to go back to their cell.

Whumpee truly believes that caretaker isn’t themself, that it’s Whumper disguised. What will it take to snap them into reality?

#HAVE A PROMPT #I'm feeling a whumper messing with whumpee's mind today so-#Poor thing is very confused #whump drabble #whump prompt #whump thoughts #whump blog #whump #whump writing #whump community #Caretaker #Whumpee #Whumper #Shapeshifter whumper #conditioning #rescue #rescued whumpee #recovery

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echo-goes-mmm · 2 months

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Whumpee who both loves and fears their carewhumper in equal measure

"Aren't you afraid of him?"

"...I'm afraid of everyone."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"...yes. I'm scared. But Master loves me. He helps me when I'm sick, or- or when I'm really scared. He takes care of me."

"Does he, though? He hurts you. There's bruises when he hits you. He forces you to sleep with him. You're his slave."

"I don't- I don't mind so much. He's kind, most of the- I mean. Sometimes. And I like it when-"

"You like it?"

Pause.

"...I think so."

#i want MORE CAREWHUMPERS #i want CONFUSION #i want whumpee to be able to crawl into their carewhumper's bed when they have a nightmare #and i want carewhumper to still hit them as punishment #and i want whumpee confused and refusing to leave bc carewhumper is still *better*#Right? hes still better isnt he?#...isnt he?#whump

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chiharuuu22 · 2 months

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Whumpee, who was raised as a killing machine by Whumper and managed to become a "human" thanks to Caretaker, makes a special impression.

What if Whumpee was Caretaker's son?

There is a scenario that has occurred to me. If Caretaker A and B are husband and wife who join an organization to eradicate Whumper and his minions. Years ago, they lost their child to kidnapping and finally thought their child was dead.

One time, they broke into Whumper's headquarters and rescued the children there. Most of them are used as objects of research, and the rest, which are considered the most powerful, are used as tools to kill for personal gain. Most of these children had no identity, so they ended up being treated at a rehabilitation center belonging to the Whumper eradication organization.

Whumpee is a child who is finally under the supervision of Caretaker A and B. Initially, they had difficulty bonding with Whumpee. Whumpee's attitude, which was formed by Whumper, is very difficult to fix. Whumpee doesn't understand what is right and what is wrong.

Slowly, Caretaker A and B brought Whumpee to become "human" and the teenager he was supposed to be. Whumpee learns little by little about life and everyday skills. Whumpee understands what is right and what is wrong. Whumpee learns to understand "sorry," "please," and "thank you."

Of course, Whumpee ended up becoming very close to Caretaker A and B. Caretaker A and B even secretly wanted to adopt Whumpee.

No one realizes that Whumpee's appearance is actually similar to a combination of Caretaker A and B. Even if there is, they think that because Whumpee was raised by Caretaker A and B, Whumpee adopted their expression habits without realizing it.

One day, suddenly, Whumper attacked the organization's headquarters, causing chaos. Whumpee was asked to run as far as possible to be safe. Initially, Whumpee obeyed the order but finally changed his mind and returned to save Caretaker A and B. Even though he had not held a weapon for a long time, Whumpee's body still remembered to fight.

Whumpee became an aid to the organization and succeeded in eliminating some of the Whumper members. Together with their friends who had been saved, they thought that what they were doing was a form of gratitude.

Whumpee looked for Caretaker A and B, until finally they met when Caretaker A and B were fighting Whumper. Whumpee managed to win. However, when he was careless, Whumper still tried to attack his Caretaker. Of course, Whumpee's body moved spontaneously and eventually became a victim.

In the next classic scene, Whumpee finally has to receive treatment for the wounds he received. Whumpee got a donor from Caretaker who happened to have the same blood type.

Even though he didn't expect anything, Caretaker A did a little testing on Whumpee. After carrying out the first test, Caretaker A was surprised by the results. Then, he carried out various tests repeatedly and for days, and he even asked his friends for help to confirm the results.

And yes, Whumpee is their child who was thought to have died.

Caretaker A, who was still a mess, rushed to see Caretaker B, who was taking care of Whumpee. They talked to each other heart-to-heart. Caretaker A gave all the test results, and they cried happily together.

Caretaker A and B met Whumpee, who had gone through a critical period. They explain slowly that Whumpee is their son. At first, Whumpee thought Caretaker was joking because Whumpee didn't remember anything about his past. Until finally, Whumpee understands that he is the caretaker's son. Whumpee had parents all along. Of course, Whumpee felt very happy and grateful. He felt very lucky. Whumpee then learns to call Caretaker A and B "mom" and "dad.".

Maybe because Whumpee was happy, his healing progressed quickly, and Whumpee was able to return home.

Everything continues as usual. Except Whumpee finally has a birth certificate with his family name on the back.

(Anything you want to add?)

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