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More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper

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I know there's a well loved niche for royal whump, but lately I've been thinking a lot about royal *guard* whump.

Hurt for being loyal to the old king, punished for doing the thing they were trained to do. Grief-struck at the loss of their fellow guards in combat. Guilt at failing at their most important task: protecting the heart of kingdom.

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Vampire hero who had an inmense urge, to drink blood and was basically going insane, whimpering, screaming to be fed, but was captured in a special cage so they wouldn't hurt anyone?

But villain couldn't stand it and without thinking too well, they let the hero bite them (plus if villain felt a lot of pain) can b angsty/hurt/comfort

tw: blood drinking, captivity

No one was allowed inside the cage.

Hero had lost sense of how long they had been in there, but all they could think about was the blood, and the pain. The hours they would spent writhing on the floor, their throat and their stomach feeling like it was being ripped apart by their own claws. Hunger was agony, and it was spreading through their veins like a parasite.

The swelling in their gums and the piercing shots through their skull had made them crazy, frenzied, like the organisation was housing a wild animal. A wild, dangerous animal.

Blotches of Hero’s skin were full of scratches, where their nails had dug into their flesh to ease the pain. Littering their neck, their arms, their face. They would scar their hands from tearing at the cages bars, smacking themselves against it, flinging themselves across the cage in an act of desperation to escape.

Some days, they would be crying, sobbing, whimpering under their breath and curling up into a tiny ball, and others they would be screaming, growling like an animal, attacking their confinement with such violent verocity.

Hero was long gone, and what was left was an animal, with nothing but the craving of blood on their mind and tongue.

Villain couldn’t bear to watch anymore. They’d snuck into the room without their superiors knowing, and it stung to see the hero shaking on the floor, nails digging into their scalp, breathing like a wounded prey. They would groan and mumble incoherently under their breath, before rolling onto their side and jerking like they’d been stabbed.

Fear pricked at the back of their neck. “Hero?”

There was no response. Nothing but a gutteral groan, like something was wedged in their stomach. Villain swallowed, trying to keep their composure. The key was like fire in the palm of their hand as they slid in into the lock, twisting it slowly. It clicked, and opened, and Villain stepped inside silently.

They went to roll up their sleeve, prepared to let the Hero bite them, but they lunged.

Like a brick wall slamming into them, Villain smacked against the bars of the cage and was sent crumbling to the floor, a breathless gasp on their lips. Hero’s hands were grabbing their clothes with a vice grip, their teeth bared and their eyes wide.

The villain didn’t have time to cry out before there was a blinding hot pain in their neck, and the Hero was jostling them violently in their grip, yanking them closer. Their mouth opened in a silent scream as their vision went white with agony.

They hadn’t expected it to hurt so much, but the hero’s teeth were sinking down so savagely and deeply into their flesh that Villain was itching to push them off. Ripping their teeth from their neck, Hero gasped loudly and immediately twisted Villain’s head, piercing their teeth into the other side of the neck.

Villain gripped their shoulders with trembling hands and pinched their eyes shut, feeling their vision start to blur. Wooziness pooled into them and soon they could barely find the strength to move.

“Hero...” They choked, and it hurt too much to move. “Hero, you’re going to kill me.”

The vampire pressed themselves closer, chest against chest, the words falling on deaf ears. Villain gasped as another flare of pain ripped through them, their face twisting into a grimace.

It had been a stupid idea. But maybe, as long as the hero felt better, even for a brief moment, they would be fine with it.

It hurt when they felt the hero’s teeth sliding out of their neck, and it hurt even more when the pressure of their tongue pressed against the wounds, lapping at the blood. Hero lifted their head, panting, their disheveled hair falling in front of their face.

Villain’s vision was fading in and out, but they saw the hero’s eyes, wide and bloodshot. Yet unlike before, they could see something glinting in those pupils, softening with affection and then sharpening in fear. They were still battling with their need for blood.

“Villain...?”

Their voice was throaty and quiet. The criminal managed a smile, simply happy their Hero was back.

“Yeah...” Their tongue felt thick and their mind was drowsy from the blood loss. “...s’me.”

The hero released them, and the villain couldn’t help but chuckle in an odd sense of triumph. The vampire lifted a hand to their lips and glanced at the blood, the collumn of their throat bobbing.

Villain barely lifted a finger. “You wanna...” Their head fell to the side, groaning. “...clean up the mess?”

Hero was trembling. “I-I need...I need to help you.”

“But, you’re still–still hungry, right?”

The hero looked stung, their eyes pinching slightly. Their stomach tingled and stabbed softly, making them wince. “I can control it. I-I stopped myself, I’ll feed later, Villain—”

They looked shaken to their core, regret slamming into them. “Villain, I’m so sorry.”

The villain closed their eyes. “...s’fine. I don’t mind. I don’t...” Everything was spinning, and their eyes were going glassy. “Don’t care.”

The hero could hear the rapid decline of their heartbeat, and they wasted no time in bundling the criminal into their arms, adjusting to a slither of their strength being returned.

They were going to get them both out of here, no matter what.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero villain snippet

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#i have so many wips. #ask memes

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There's something about chloroform that actually has a chokehold on me like.. whumper having to get up close and personal, to press it against whumpees mouth and nose- they can whisper all their dark little threats in whumpees ear as they wait for them to pass out.

One hand gently carding through whumpees hair, the soft touch making it even harder for whumpee to fight the gas- to not relax and give in.

Whumpee, panicking, scratching desperately at whumpers arm, trying to pull away from the unyielding grip as whumper chuckles at their feeble attempts.

The shiver down the spine, goosebumps raising where whumper touches.

That last final thought as their eyes roll back, knowing that they are at whumpers mercy- they won't be able to fight back- they aren't free anymore.

#whump #prompts #drugged #chloroform

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I respect and appreciate whumpers who are like this.

#whump #whump memes #torture mention #whumpee #whumper

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Armored whump

- The heavy clunk of a Whumpee in armor brought to their knees.

- A sword slammed into the ground in an attempt to keep themself from falling right over.

- Arms trembling as they try to keep themself up, the weight of their armor pushing them further down, bearing on their bruises.

- They're already succumbing to gravity. They're panting, barely holding on, leaning heavily on their sword, or their staff, their lance.

- Making the effort to use it to push themself to their feet again, pulling the sword back out of the ground, swooshing their lance as they find the strength for another round.

- The sound of a sword clanking against stone when it's twirled out of their grip or when they no longer have the strength to hold it.

- A sword kicked away. Or worse, a heavy boot crunching down on it just as Whumpee manages to close a hand around the hilt.

- The soft clinking sounds of defeat drawing nearer when the enemy approaches slowly, fully aware Whumpee is already defeated. Metal crunches with each step. Armor jingles with his soft movements, when he crouches down in front of Whumpee.

- The tip of a sword scratching along over metal, teasing over their chest plates until it finally finds the weak spot of the armor and slowly pushes through.

- Also, armor is heavy :) Give me exhausted armored characters, dragging themself along. They are supposed to stay ahead of the rest, be their shield... but every battle and by now every step has been wearing on them. And it won't take long before they'll just collapse.

#whump #fanfic prompt #picture this #little things #whump tropes #fantasy whump #whump prompts #medieval whump

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Whumpee desperately trying to get up and find caretaker (they've gotten separated, taken...), but is unable to do so due to exhaustion and pain.

oh i love this. there’s so much about this that’s very fun for me - why were they separated? on the run and got split up? safe and sound and caretaker just stepped away for a minute? whumpee just abducted? caretaker abducted maybe?

and just. the inability to actually get up and look and why. imagine caretaker has just stepped away to do something - give a statement or interview about what happened, talk to a doctor, make tea in the kitchen if recovering at home, and whumpee wakes up or looks around for them and realizes they’re not there. cue the panic - the fear, that something has happened to them and it was whumpee’s fault for being asleep or drifting in pain or tiredness or a medicated haze. fear for themself too, that they’re in danger and vulnerable now that they’re alone.

so they try to get up. it hurts so badly they nearly black out and they’re shaking, trembling and unsteady. they collapse back onto the bed the first try, but they have to try again. they have to get to caretaker. so they try again, shaking harder, and only make it to sitting up before the exhaustion and the agony of severe, fresh injuries sends them crashing to the floor, crying out when they land. they pant into the ground, hands clenching and flexing as the pain comes in waves, tears making their face and the floor beneath it wet.

hands land on them and they flinch so hard they press even harder into the ground. the ringing in their ears and the panic surging through them calms just long enough for them to register that the voice they hear is caretaker, returned from what they were doing (maybe hearing the struggle, maybe summoned by someone else), horrified and worried to find whumpee in this state.

#whump #picture this #writing #support character #stoic whumpee

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When Whumpee has worn a shock collar long enough to know what comes just before the pain, and all it takes to correct their behavior is Whumper’s hand drifting toward their pocket, where Whumpee knows they keep the remote.

The sudden flash of regret across Whumpee’s face as they hold out a placating hand and blurt, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it! I’m sorry, please don’t—“

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump prompts #whumper

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“I bought you to enjoy you. But, that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

#whumper #carewhumper #kinda #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump #pet whump #whump scenario #whumpee #writing

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thinking about redeemed villains who can't cope with how much suffering they caused in their past.

redeemed villains who only allow themselves the bare minimum for survival- plain gruel, a blanket when they sleep on the floor, tattered old clothes- because they don't feel like they deserve anything nicer.

redeemed villains who lie awake at night with every horrible thing they've ever done running through their mind.

redeemed villains who take dangerous risks on behalf of the heroes because they don't feel like they deserve to live.

#whump #whump prompts #whumpblr #writing prompt #writing trauma #villain and hero #creative writing #writeblr #villain x hero #redemption arc

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“You came back for me,” Whumpee whispered hoarsely, looking up at Caretaker as they hurriedly tried to untie the ropes that bound them. “You actually came back.”

Caretaker paused. Though the light was dim, Whumpee caught a slight shift in their face. “Did- did you think I wasn’t?”

Whumpee bit their tongue, not wanting to admit the ugly truth to Caretaker, but Caretaker understood nonetheless.

They started working at the rope again, silently. It wasn’t until the last cord fell that they cleared their throat. “Whumpee,” Caretaker said with the softest bit of indigence, “I will always come back for you.”

#whump #whump thoughts #whumpee #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #whump writing #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump prompts

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living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfort‼️‼️‼️

have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve it‼️‼️‼️

have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touch‼️‼️‼️

have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ‼️‼️‼️

#whump #whump trope #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump idea #conditioned whumpee #implied whump #rescued whumpee

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The whumper and whumpee had been lifelong rivals, always wanting to one-up each other, and constantly fighting for small reasons, but the whumper eas far more aggressive. The whumpee never expected the whumper to go as far as they did, to hurt them as severely as they had, and they didn’t expect the whumper to look so delighted.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper

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The whumper never wanted to hurt anyone- but their mentor always pushed them to, their mentor wanted them to be crueler and merciless. The whumper could barely look at their victims during torture, and the constant crying and begging didn’t help them feel any better.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper #reluctant whumper

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What are some pieces of Villain dialogue that make your brain go BRRRR? (Add to my list)

-"I'm growing tired of this game, little mouse."

-"Oh, I love it when you drop to your knees and beg."

-"That's all it takes to shut you up, huh? Close quarters?"

-"I've got you cornered. Now, are you going to do as I say?"

-"Don't struggle, you'll only make it worse for yourself."

-"I won't let them hurt you again. That's my job."

-"What happened to you?"

-"You think I broke you? Darling, I bent you. I could do so much worse."

-"Make no mistake, I won't save you a second time."

-"If you're so eager to see what pain tastes like, then let me show you."

-"That's it. Obey."

-"You've really gotten yourself into a bit of a sticky situation here, haven't you?"

And my personal favorite,

-"Tell me who did this to you. Now."

#writing prompt #creative writing #writing inspiration #writing #story prompts #hero prompts #injured hero #hero villain whump #hero villain prompts #hero villain writing

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I love a freeze response. I love a character who doesn't fight, or flee, or even fawn: someone whose whole body locks up and goes still, unable to save themselves or try to do anything at all, until it's too late.

I especially love when the story involves them fighting or finding their way out later on.

#favorite tropes #tropes #whump #whumpee