#clawed whumpee

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 20: Immortality

CW: immortal whumpee, dying, blood, stomach wound, gore

The thick stage curtains were drawn, but they couldn’t keep out the noise of the crowd as Bram climbed onto the dim stage. His stomach had been knotted with dread all night. It was one thing to be stabbed or poisoned or even impaled, but an entirely different thing to have a stranger stab his claws right in your heart. It made Bram feel sick, even as he approached his human-but-definitely-not-human partner waiting at the other end of the stage.

Norrix Vangrey. Bram repeated the name in his head.

“Ready for me to kill you?” Norrix said, lazily flexing his clawed fingers.

Bram was used to dying. He was used to being killed. But the words made him shudder.

“I guess so,” he replied, keeping his voice even. Why was he so afraid this time?

The curtains slowly parted, the pulleys creaking audibly. Bram and Norrix took their places. Bram was a knight, fighting a ferocious beast. His costume armor felt uncomfortable and hot as he pretended to attack with his sword. The audience cheered and gasped. A bright light flashed close by—a camera, taking a picture just as Norrix, as the monster, gained the upper hand. Bram lost his balance and fell, his heart pounding. He knew what to expect: Norrix’s claws in his stomach. But the impact stole the breath from his lungs and sent pain shooting through his body.

His vision greyed out. Through the deepening haze, he heard the crowd gasping in horror.

What kind of creature was Norrix Vangrey, anyway…

Bram came back to life in a pool of his own blood. Horror turned to wild exclamations and applause.

Just another day in the life of the immortal Resurrecting Boy.

@whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumpy-writings @afabulousmrtake @whumpinthepot @silver-ink-iron-words @febuwhump

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday20 #alt prompt #immortality #immortal whumpee #circus whump #steampunk #oc whump #original character #blackroseswrites #blood #dying #death #claws #gore #attacked #bleeding out #stomach wound #injured whumpee #whump #whump writing #whump story #original whump

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Whumpees with Claws

Caretaker sees Whumpee’s claws are so long that they’re curling into their hands/feet/paws, making it hard to walk or do anything with the affected digits; so Caretaker offers to trim them

Accidentally slashing Caretaker with their claws because they got startled bonus points if they’re horrified after

De-clawing

Scratching the days they’ve survived on the wall, a tree, or a wooden cabinet

Claws getting ripped out when attacking someone because the angle they went in the flesh was awkward

Whumpee has an allergic reaction to something and gets so itchy that they scratch themselves raw

#whump #nonhuman whumpee #furry whump #is that a tag? #whump prompt #writing prompt #claw whump #finger whump #??? I guess

[whump-queen]

Awww look people are starting to catch on to how much of a whumpee you really are. I love how everyone knows that you’re owned… just so long as nobody forgets who exactly it is who owns you

im gonna MAIM YOU

(*sigh* give it up for my yandere fiancé everybody 😒)

#jfc #💢💢💢😡😡😡💢 #claws comin out tonight babe #it’s about time I ripped you to shreds hm? #river #im gonna fucken kill u #I stg #answered asks #my yandere fiancé #akias asks #god dammit #whumpee!akia #ugh I should rly just post that sketch from ur first ask fuck making the lineart perfect y’all will eat it up either way #why does everyone want to whump me so bad

[mitsmebinch]

Sleep 11

Sleep 1 : Sleep 2 : Sleep 3 : Sleep 4 : Sleep 5 : Sleep 6 : Sleep 7 : Sleep 8 : Sleep 9 : Sleep 10

Reine barely managed to catch herself before she fell on the floor, a soft rug where she was expecting hardwood. She tried to shake the fog away, blinking several times only for her vision to remain blurry, her eyes stinging and watering.

It had been such a long time since she woke up enough to move by herself, but even then it was only barely. Her arms and legs shook with just the weight of her own body on top of them, disused and thin.

“Reine…!”

Her ears rang at the sound of her own name, terror washing over as she realized she would once again be put to sleep, once again be unable to run or scream or escape.

“Reine,” arms closed around her back and pushed her into someone’s chest, unable to break free.

“Nn…!” Reine groaned, unable to force the fervent No! out from between her lips.

“Reine, it’s okay.”

“Nn-no-no no…! No please…!” she cried, every fiber of her being trying to pull away from the grip she was trapped in.

“Reine, it’s me, you’re safe!”

“No!” she sobbed, “No, no no no please! Please…!”

“Reine, I’m not gonna hurt you. Klaus can’t hurt you anymore. I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. Reine, please. It’s me. Please, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Lina grabbed the sides of Reine’s head, forcing their gazes to meet.

“... Lina…?” Reine’s voice was so small her sister almost didn’t hear it. Reien stared at her, confused. She had been trapped in her nightmares for so long, but never once had Lina appeared in them.

“Lina?” Again, she called her sister’s name, trying to confirm that the person in front of her was really there, really her sister.

“Yes,” Lina nodded, looping her arms around her little sister’s body once more, grunting as she lifted Reine back onto the bed.

“No,” Reine’s voice cracked as she dug her fingers into Lina’s arm, trying to drag herself off the bed once more. “Please, no.”

“The drug isn’t out of your system yet,” Lina explained helplessly. “It would be better for you to sleep for now.”

“No!” Reine shouted, “No! Please, please don’t make me-!” Her voice again hitched in her throat, nausea rising in her stomach. “Please…!” Please, don’t make me go back to sleep, please…!”

“I’ll wake you up, I promise Reine,” again, Lina tried to comfort her sister.

“You’re lying…!” Reine screamed, pushing her sister away and crawling toward the other side of the bed.

“Reine, I’m not lying,” Lina raced around the other side to stop Reine just before she fell face first onto the floor.

“You’re lying!” Reine repeated, throwing her hands at Lina’s face. “You’re lying! You’re just g-!” She gasped as her breath escaped her, gasping again and again until the ceiling began spinning.

“Slow down,” a deep, gentle voice cooed, accompanied by a warm hand on her back. “Here, sit up,” Cyrus guided her legs over the side of the bed, keeping one hand in front of her in case she fell over. “Breathe out,” he pushed on her back, “and slowly back in.”

Reine struggled to follow his words, her hands and feet going numb.

“Breathe out, Reine,” Lina nodded, squeezing her sister’s hand.

Finally, she was able to catch her breath, sliding into a daze as her breathing went back to normal.

“How long has she been awake?” Cyrus asked, checking his watch.

“It was only a few minutes ago. The motion sensor went off when she fell on the floor.”

“Hm,” Cyrus nodded, lowering himself to his knees so Rene could look at him without having to raise her head. “Can you hear me?”

Reine gave him a tired, confused look.

“How do you feel?”

Reine looked away, her eyes closing with a long, drunken blink. “Mm.”

“You’re in pain?” Cyrus guessed.

She answered him with a whimper, nodding ever so slightly.

“And you don’t want to sleep?”

“No!” she shrieked, immediately pushed back onto the bed by both Lina and Cyrus when she tried to stand.

“You don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to,” Cyrus quickly reassured her. “We’re not going to make you do anything, okay?” He glanced at Lina who immediately nodded enthusiastically. “Do you want to eat something?”

Reine made a face, unsure if she would even be able to eat with how sick she felt.

“How about we get you sat down in the chair over there,” Cyrus nodded to the armchair Lina had brought in to watch over her when they had first brought her back, “And I’ll get something light to eat. Is that okay?”

Reine didn’t answer, her blinks getting longer and longer.

Cyrus pursed his lips but picked her up, placing her in the chair. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Her eyes finally closed and didn’t open again, head slowly lowering to her shoulder as sleep overtook her once again.

#that's right bitches i had a bad fucking day so here we go #sleep #sleepy #drugged #forced drugging #whump #writing #whumpee #whumper #writing idea #drugging #forced sleep #tired #nightmares #begging #i mean probably a lil bit of trauma lets be honest #hypersomnia #just in that mood where i want to claw my fucking brain out i should have saved the receipt this shit defective as hell the fuck

[thewhumpening-thesequel]

Deep raspy breathing where the lungs aren't fully expanding. Breathing that's interrupted by sickening, hacking coughs that Whumpee can't fight off. Passing out because they can't breathe properly.

Whumpees who've been strangled and choked, Whumpees with breathing conditions shoved in dusty, dirty spaces. Whumpees who're so desperate to breathe they rip and claw at their own throat...

#Bea's Whump Posts - Whump Prompt #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Creepy/Intimate Whumpers + Manhandling <3

Grabbing whumpee by the scruff of their shirt to lift them up, making their legs kick in the air

Holding whumpee up by their underarms and pinning them against a wall

Curling an arm around whumpee's waist to keep their back flush against whumper's chest

Dragging whumpee into their lap and caging them in with crossed legs

Bracing an arm across whumpee's chest while the other puts their neck in a chokehold, preventing them from struggling away

Scooping whumpee up to carry their bridal style, knowing they're too weak to do anything by lay against whumper's shoulder

Alternatively, throwing a feisty whumpee over their shoulder and letting them kick as much as they want

Restraining whumpee in a forced cuddle until they finally run out of energy and go limp in the embrace

Teasingly holding their arms out open for whumpee to go to on their own, their only option to accept

Yanking whumpee down from wherever they've scrambled up to, causing them to fall into awaiting arms

Dragging a hidden whumpee out from their spot by their ankle no matter how hard they try to claw the ground

Pinning whumpee down just for a perfect view of their face, straddling their hips and holding both wrists in one hand

Forcing whumpee to stay quiet and obedient in whumper's hold on display or risk getting snatched up by someone much worse

and don't get my started on tiny whumpees

#whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #yandere

[redd956]

Little things in whump/Ideas: Nightmares

Oh boy! My specialty via experience, nightmare whump. Here's a lot of little things or whump ideas to play around with when it comes to whump with nightmares

Waking up panting and hyperventilating, the chest aching as it heaves up and down. The breath slowing and whumpee's shoulders relaxing as reality slowly hits them, until they're breaths shudder from their lips just out of fear

Clawing at their blankets and pillows, the fabric scrunching up

Whumpee kicking their legs first, and their arms waving around in their sleep far before they begin to thrash about

That where am I moment. Groggy eyes opening while whumpee has to take a moment to remember where they are

Feeling almost feverish, drenched in their sweat. Immediately once they wake they all sweat begins to cool, feeling almost like ice against their skin. That cold sweat.

Refusing to let anyone room or sleep with them, out of embarrassment or worry for if they have a nightmare

Caretaker waking whumpee, only for a frightened whumpee to latch onto them with hate and fear in their eyes. Caretaker is left to watch the fleeting glare turn into a softened sad look.

Falling off of the bed

Whumpee's partner feeling them shudder in their sleep

Viewing whumper as their sleep paralysis demon

Waking, adrenaline already pumping through the veins, fear flittering around in their chest. Then it hits them. Like a heavy weight, their limbs only seem to twitch before all the feeling of movement flees. The only sign of their growing fear is in their wide open eyes as sleep paralysis kicks in

A stifled cry, caretaker having to lean in just to see if whumpee is doing that while awake or asleep

The blankets and sheets always smelling like sweat from repeated cold sweat wakings

Seeing a lost friend in their dreams, and waking up with a crushing bittersweet feeling turning into a mournful yearn

Noticing hours after enjoying their breakfast that they've scratched themselves

Distant cries and yelps heard from across the house, Caretaker walking in to see whumpee's eyes still shut, but their face contorted with distress

Waking 👏 up 👏 screaming 👏 (bonus points: whumpee is overwhelmed by embarrassment from doing so)

Bonus:

The ultimate panic wake

Drenched in cold sweat, just managed to escape the claws of sleep paralysis, screaming and flailing at their surroundings for a moment before-

They plop back down, red in the face from embarrassment, pretending that no one, not even a godly entity, saw that

#nightmare whump #whump #whump nightmare #whump prompt list #little things in whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump idea

[serickswrites]

You're Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee clawed their way back to consciousness. They were exhausted. Days and days of torture at Whumper's hand had taken its toll on their body. Between the pain and blood loss, Whumpee had passed out while Whumper worked on them.

But now was time to wake up. They needed to be awake. Need to be alert enough to figure out a plan to get away. To escape. They had to wake up.

The dimly room was musty and freezing. Wherever Whumper had been keeping Whumpee, it hadn't been used in a long time. A scraping sound had Whumpee wrenching their eyes open.

"Oh good, you're awake," a familiar voice came from the far side of the room.

"C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee croaked. Their throat was raw from all their screaming over the last several days.

"I'm here, Whumpee, I'm here." Caretaker came into Whumpee's field of vision. They cupped Whumpee's cheek with their warm hand. Whumpee leaned into their soft, tender touch. "I am sorry it took me so long to get here."

"You're here," Whumpee said as they gave a sigh of relief. Caretaker was here. They were saved.

"Let's get you out of these cuffs."

"Whumper?" Whumpee dared to hope that Whumper was gone.

"Taken care of, love. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

Whumpee sighed. Whumper was gone. Caretaker was here. They were safe. Suddenly everything seemed lighter and softer. They began to close their eyes once more.

"Ah, ah, none of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open." Caretaker's voice was urgent. So urgent. But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care.

"Mmmmm," was all they could manage.

"Shit. Whumpee. Whumpee! Love, look at me. Open your eyes. Where's all this blood from? Whumpee!"

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker where Whumper had sliced through layers and layers of skin. Wanted to tell Caretaker where they had been stabbed. Wanted to tell Caretaker about all their aches and pains. But they were so cold. And tired. And most of all, they were safe. Whumpee sank back into the darkness, knowing that Caretaker had them, and they would be safe. No matter what.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw unconsciousness #tw blood loss #rescue #caretaker and whumpee #whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #day 23/24 #prompt: “you're awake” #prompt: rescue #queue

[rainydaywhump]

Whump prompt: Villain's sidekick has been doing well on their missions, so Villain decides to give them a reward -- a bound, sedated side character hero to do with as they please (for a few weeks before Villain does worse, that is).

But Villain's sidekick doesn't *want* a whumpee. They're rather horrified by the idea. But refusing would just send the hero straight into Villain's claws, so Sidekick decides to accept the reward...and has to pretend that they're definitely totally Doing Whump, which may include actual harm to protect the hero from worse.

#whump #might write about this later #if i ever wrap up my other wips that is #whump writing #whump prompt

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Do you have any prompt ideas for ‘feral breaking?’

A whumper or caretaker having a whumpee in their care either recovering or handling either person. With caretaker trying to reverse the damage done to them, with whumper acting animalistic or overly hostile, or with Whumper seeing Whumpee’s resistance as ‘feral’ and trying to break them of the habit, treating them like a ‘bronco’ (horse term) or some wild animal to be domesticated?

Mental or physical Whumps apply! I’m just looking to see your thoughts or prompts on it

love it when a whumpee who is — was — feral and dangerous got put in their place and into eventual submission. literally got whumperflies every time.

WHUMPER X FERAL WHUMPEE

tw: dehumanization, description of abuse, nonsexual nudity

whumpee getting stripped against their will by the orderlies of the facility in which they were admitted (captured). their nails dug into the fabric of their whumpers’ sleeves, but it did nothing to prevent their clothes and dignity from being taken away.

whumpee hissing and snarling at whumper when their naked body was hit with a strong jets of water that sent them stumbling into the cold corner until they’re a huddling mess on the floor.

the rough handling from whumpers left whumpee’s skin with hideous bruises.

whumpee getting strapped down to the bed because they misbehaved.

electroconvulsive therapy?? shock collar??? straightjacket???? force feeding?????? yes to all of these.

whumper whipping whumpee like one does a wild horse.

whumpee getting drugged out of their mind.

curling up into a ball on the floor, in the corner, whumpee only lets themself cry when they’re alone in their cell at night.

tap here for more prompts about whumper(s) and (feral) whumpee in a medical setting.

CARETAKER X FERAL WHUMPEE

feral whumpee trying to scratch and claw caretaker’s eyes out every chance they got.

feral whumpee ending up hurting themself while trying to fight caretaker, maybe by accidentally tearing at their own stitches, causing them to bleed, etc.

caretaker trying to gain whumpee’s trust, but it’s understandably difficult, since whumpee believes caretaker is going to hurt them like whumper did.

caretaker having no other choice but to physically restrain whumpee, for whumpee’s own safety.

caretaker coaxing whumpee into engaging in day-to-day activities like eating and showering.

caretaker only being able to treat / tend to the injuries on whumpee’s body when whumpee is out cold either from exhaustion or the drugs which was used to treat them (or both).

feral whumpee reduced to outright pleading. huddling on the floor in the far corner, they begged caretaker not to hurt them. and no matter how many times caretaker reassured whumpee that no one was going to hurt them anymore, whumpee simply couldn’t let themself believe or trust caretaker.

caretaker seeing whumpee cry one day, and maybe they go to offer a box of tissues, but are rightfully surprised when whumpee throws themself into caretaker’s arms and continues crying with their head either on caretaker’s shoulder or nuzzling against caretaker’s chest.

#admin answers #feral whumpee #whump #writing #writer #angst #whumpblr #writeblr #writing challenge #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writing tropes #whump tropes #writing prompts #whump prompts #writing trope #whump trope #writing prompt #whump prompt #tropes #prompts #trope #prompt #whump community #whump scenario #whump scenes #whump blog

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1325

Anon asked:

Electric shocks please. Especially if whumpee is wearing a shock collar they can’t take off.

I like it!

A first the whumpee claws at it, and tries to break it off. This results in bruises/scratches on their neck. Maybe they try and pull it over their head which harms their jaw/ears.

They once tried to steal the controller. Never again. The resulting scars will never fade.

Over time they get used to/learn to breathe through the shocks. The more they react, especially in front of company, the larger the punishment.

They develop twitches from the nerve damage.

The shocks are unpredictable - they could be in the middle of the night, or in the middle of a task. They're always exhausted and in fear of messing up. If they mess up a job when shocked, they're also punished.

#whump #writing #prompts #torture #captivity #electric shocks #shock collar #bruises

[whumpster-dumpster]

Ngl I think with enough time I would end up becoming one of those feral whumpees because some IRL people really do put the burning urge in the pit of my stomach to actually literally hiss and claw and bite

#whump #feral whumpee #i am angry :)

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1314

CW: character death.

The whumpee was paralyzed in fear, trapped in the corner of the room as the vampire loomed over them. Just a few steps across the room, the body of Whumpee's master lay still, slowly growing cold.

"Well, aren't you pretty," the monster crooned, trailing the whumpee's jaw with a single claw. "What's your name, pretty thing?"

"W-Whumpee," they squeaked out, shaking as the vampire leaned in closer.

"A cute name for a cute pet…" the creature hummed. "I'm Caretaker, and you'll be coming with me."

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #whump #whump prompt #whumpee x caretaker #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: character death

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee seems to be watching their own body in a distant haze as the claws dig into their belly and rip the flesh of it open.

There is pain– oh god there is pain, whumpee watches their own body shudder and spasm as it happens– but that pain is distant and divorced, like a memory, or a rumor they once heard.

The blood and viscera spill out across the floor, like a dark pool spreading around a tangle of squirming snakes, and they watch as the jolting movement of their body slows, and the light in their own terrified, wide eyes starts to dim.

Suddenly they are somewhere else– they are in their body again, and there is no pain. But there is panic. With shaking hands whumpee puts their fingers gingerly down to touch their belly, expecting to find wet blood and pulsing organs.

There is nothing but tender, undamaged flesh, and the memory of being torn apart. Disoriented and afraid, whumpee's whole body trembles as they try to heave themselves up to their feet to keep going a little longer.

#violence tag #cw gore #cw blood #cw hallucinations #whump #whump writing #dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #whumblr #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #whumpee pov #hallucination whump #cw disembowelment

[whumptea]

tw: drugging

a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.

“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.

#whump blog #whump #drugging cw #noncon drugging #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #kidnap whump #captive whumpee #whump scenario #creepy whumper #whump scenes #whump ideas #intimate whumper #whump dialogue #whump tropes #whump things #//ryns prompts

[chicken-noodle-whump]

Whump prompt #002

Sleep deprivation. Whumper is something of a 'scientist' and wants to see the effect on a human body.

24 hours. Whumpee's sleepy and somewhat more irritable, but puts up weak defense when Whumper hurts them. They're forced to write a paragraph about themselves, and Whumpee's handwriting is a messy scrawl littered with cross-outs.

36 hours. Whumpee is lying weak on the wall of their cell, trembling a little, bruise-like circles under the eyes. Everytime Whumper says something Whumpee takes a moment to respond, as though they don't understand it at first. They've been defiant, but are now quiet and obedient. They want to sleep so, so badly, but Whumper won't let them. Whumpee falls unconscious for ten minutes, and nothing will wake them. They're severely punished after.

48 hours. Whumpee has been silent but all of a sudden screams, thrashing and clawing at something that isn't there. They start panicking, crushing themselves in the corner of the cell, shivering and ice-cold hands over red-rimmed eyes. When Whumpee is finished with that hallucination, they have to write the same paragraph, but Whumpee can't seem to write a thing. They can't even remember who they are. The periods of unconsciousness happen thrice more, and are seemingly inevitable.

72 hours. Whumpee is much more rejuvenated the next day, holding animated conversations with the person they can't see. Their shaking is uncontrollable and they take no notice of the Whumper, not even when hit. There's periods where Whumpee is stone silent and staring at a point in the distance, but quickly picks up the conversation, laughing in a cracking voice.

96 hours. Whumpee is slightly more aware and begging, pleading for rest, but is denied...

#whump #delicious #yesss #whumpee #whump prompt #sleep deprivation