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whumpsiedaisy · 2 days
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Weird disgusting idea that won't leave my head: Whumper torments Whumpee by giving them some sort of otherworldly parasite, only for Whumpee to discover that said parasite is sentient and equally unhappy with the situation
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writingphoenix · 2 days
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Team whump where Whumper is a disgruntled team member who left but arranges a meeting with Youngest saying they want to reconcile. They take Youngest captive and use them as bait to lure in the rest of the team.
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jordanstrophe · 15 hours
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A protective whumper who's afraid whumpees job is far too dangerous for them, so they do everything in their power to ruin whumpees career.
-And they have power to do it.
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writinggremlin · 3 days
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"I-I'm sorry! Please! I-I won't do this again, I--"
"Oh, I'm going to make sure you won't."
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a-living-canvas · 3 days
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Wildflowers
Whumpee was laying on the couch. They were busy scrolling down through Pinterest. Their eyes flickered to the door for a moment, wondering who's the one that had been making noise outside their house since just now. 
Before they could do anything, Caretaker rushed out to the front and opened the door. They smiled at the delivery guy before signing their name on the paper and brought inside a large box to the living room. Whumpee eyes widen, that's—
"This is mine…!" Whumpee said firmly at Caretaker. They snatched the box away from Caretaker before they could open it and peered inside. Caretaker was slightly taken aback by Whumpee's sudden behaviour.
"You don't need to get so mad at me though…what did you buy anyway?" 
Caretaker asked, leaning closer to Whumpee. Whumpee tightened their hold on the box. "Nothing."
Caretaker chuckled, "It can't be nothing, Sweetheart—"
"I said, it's nothing…!" Whumpee insisted. They slowly made their way upstairs, leaving Caretaker wondering alone.
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That night, Whumpee climbed on their bed along with the box. They took a deep breath before cutting open the box and pulled out the content inside. 
"Finally…!"
They beamed up, felt slightly relieved seeing the chains and the handcuff back after 2 months escaping from Whumper. These things give them comfort, no matter how weird that would sound to Caretaker.
Whumpee put the restraint on their body the same way Whumper would. They grazed lightly on their neck, missing the feeling of the collar around it. Maybe they should buy one too, at least they could choose the colour and design.
"Okay, ready to sleep…!"
Whumpee said as their hands neatly handcuffed with their body chained to the bed. They sighed softly as their lips curled up. They missed this feeling. 
"Whumpee…?"
Oh no, that's Caretaker. Knocking on their door. Should they pretend to be asleep? Would that make Caretaker give up and leave them alone? But, it's not nice to be lying to them like this…
"Yes…Caretaker?" 
Caretaker smiled hearing Whumpee's voice. "Can I enter your room?"
"Um…I don't know…!"
"...you don't know?"
Whumpee panicked. They couldn't even move right now and it would take time to undo all the restraint. Caretaker would be suspicious then.
"I…kind of naked, right now…" 
Whumpee laughed nervously. What a dumb reason. Caretaker must have seen right through them. Because who would be naked at a time like this?
"...Can you put on some clothes so we can talk for a moment?"
Ah, dammit. Whumpee sighed heavily. There's no way out of this. They waited for a moment before speaking again,
"Okay, I'm done."
Caretaker unlocked the door before gently pushing it open. Their eyes widen at the sight of Whumpee being chained up on the bed. Whumpee's face flushed red in embarrassment, how could they let anyone see them in this state?
"Oh, Whumpee…" Caretaker started, they were smirking as they sat at the edge of the bed. 
"I never knew you are into this?"
Whumpee's face turned even more red. "I-I'm not! Seriously!" They said, trying to convince Caretaker. They knew how ridiculous they looked like right now. 
Caretaker chuckled, pinching Whumpee's cheek lightly. "Then, what's with all these restraints, hm?" 
Whumpee looked down, fingers fidgeting with each other. "It just…feels more comfortable like this…you know? I just don't like that I could move freely when I sleep. I need something to hold me down…"
Caretaker's gaze softened, they stroked Whumpee's hair gently. 
"I-I know how messed up that sounds like! That Whumper still—"
"Shh…it's okay, Sweetheart. I understand, it's not your fault."
Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's…not? You won't look down at me?"
Caretaker shook their head, they squeezed Whumpee's hands lightly. "I won't. It's not your fault that Whumper made you like this. In fact, I don't think you need these restraints at all."
Caretaker started undoing all the restraint on Whumpee's body. They put the chain and the handcuff back inside the box. Whumpee looked at them curiously.
But before they could ask, Caretaker pulled them into a tight hug. A very very tight hug that Whumpee couldn't even move even if they wanted to. Caretaker chuckled, "Is this tight enough for you? Would you go to sleep now?"
Whumpee smiled. They nodded as they returned the hug as tightly back to Caretaker. It feels so much more safer like this…
"I will go to sleep now…goodnight, Caretaker."
Caretaker smiled as they kissed the crown of Whumpee's head. 
"Goodnight, Whumpee."
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Helpless caretakers are on my mind today
A helpless caretaker who knows so well what kind of hell Whumpee is going through right now, and can't ever seem to fall asleep.
A helpless caretaker who can reach Whumpee whenever they want to, can hold them and comfort them and say sorry all they want, but know that even trying to actually pull Whumpee out of the torture would result worse off for the both of them.
A helpless caretaker who can't let Whumpee know that they're on their side.
A helpless caretaker who doesn't know what's the right thing to do.
A helpless caretaker who's on the brink of becoming the reluctant whumper.
A helpless caretaker who has to run off mid-sentence and cry in a bathroom stall.
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kabie-whump · 3 days
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CYOA Whump - Part 18
First | Previous
You chose: I'll talk to Rye tomorrow. I want in on the mutiny, but only if I'm set free.
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The next day, you try to approach Rye during breakfast. You only make it a few steps in his direction before Onthyes stops you.
"What are you doing?"
"I would like to talk to Rye about what we overheard last night," you remind him. You had told him of your intentions last night as you laid next to each other, but he had seemed dismissive of the idea.
"Are you crazy? He'll hurt you."
"You will not let him."
"Ventis..."
You start walking again. Onthyes hesitates but he still moves with you this time, allowing you to approach Rye, who is sitting with a few of his friends.
"Pardon me," you say, meeting Rye's gaze. "Can we talk?"
Rye's eyes widen with surprise before he barks out a laugh. "The pretty boy wants to talk, huh?" He rises to his full height, cracking his knuckles, and you take an involuntary step back. "Looking to play punchin bag for me again?"
"I overheard you and Tinny talking last night."
Rye freezes, then snatches the collar of your shirt and lifts until your toes just barely touch the ground. "Shut your fucking mouth," he hisses in your face. "Another word and I knock your teeth out."
Your breath catches in your throat but you press on, praying that if things get too bad Onthyes will step in.
"I want in," you whisper. "I want to help. I think this can become a mutually beneficial situation if you are open to civility between us."
"Why the fuck would you wanna be part of this?"
"You are tired of being used by Erxik? So am I. We are on the same side here."
"And what are ya lookin for in return?"
"Freedom. I help you take down Erxik, and you let me go."
Rye laughs in your face. "Why would I set ya free? Ain't no point in me becomin Captain if we lose your magic. I'm gonna keep ya here and you're gonna serve me just like ya serve him."
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whump-in-the-closet · 3 months
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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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amnesia as a trauma response has the potential to be so fucking funny because imagine you just spent like 6 months breaking Whumpee down piece by piece, stripping them of their rights, destroying their mind and body with scars that will never heal, relishing in the irrevocable damage done by your hand even after they've been rescued
and then you run into them at a grocery store and they're like "oh hey (: sorry didn't see you there ((((: no i have no idea who you are but you're blocking the shelf i need to look at"
my ass would be humbled so goddamn fast. i would be shinji gripping the sink sobbing in the mirror because Whumpee basically just called me cringe. my brilliant torturing apparently meant fuckall and i'm not even worth the time of day. they'd probably misspell my name on a starbucks cup. whumper turned whumpee because how do i recover from that. what the fuck.
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spinzolliii · 16 days
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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.
Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.
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the-baby-storyteller · 10 months
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A character with the mentality, if I’m not dead I’m fine. They hold out under torture, go through extreme conditions like starvation and dehydration, and don’t shrink back from danger. Every time they feel themself getting scared they rebuke themself, sneering contemptuously at the fact that they would even think to act frail when they know better. Getting hurt is never a problem for them. It can’t ever be a problem for them because they have to.
Even if they do start to sniffle a little when they’re alone out in the cold, rocking while cradling a broken bone, knowing no one is coming to help them.
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Thinking about a royal whumpee's crown being melted down and reshaped into a shiny, metal collar
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writingphoenix · 19 hours
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Whumper has kept Whumpee captive for so long that Whumpee knows nothing else. However, Whumpee still wants to go out into the real world and meet new people. Whumper arranges for a friend to kidnap Whumpee and torture them. Finally, Whumper comes and rescues Whumpee, ensuring that Whumpee never wants to leave again because the outside world is cruel.
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whump-card · 21 days
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Whumpee is back, and it's time to celebrate. There's cake, and music, the whole nine yards.
Members of the team keep talking to them, telling them how glad they are that it's "over."
Over.
Whumpee has to escape the party and go hyperventilate in the bathroom.
Things are so far from "over."
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inkwell-and-dagger · 8 months
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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 ‼️‼️‼️
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kades-whump-stuff · 8 months
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recovering Whumpee prompts
Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.
Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.
Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.
Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.
Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.
Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.
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