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painful-pooch · 8 months
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After painting and renovating my basement for hours... and I mean hours... without food or water, enjoy this prompt:
Whumpee so focused on a task that they don't realize they are slowly creating a ticking time bomb for a crisis. Working themselves to the bone and not taking a break to nurture their breaking mind and body. Their work morphing from carefulness and fine tuning to uncaring and sloppy.
Caretaker coming in to see Whumpee slumped over or collapsed on the floor, scared out of their mind that someone hurt Whumpee. Wait until they find out that Whumpee caused it to themselves.
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whumpers-inc · 11 months
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Whumper circled the teammates like a hungry predator, a shark who smelt blood and wanted more. The fight had been brutally unequal. Whumpee had fought tooth and nail to protect the newest team member but even they couldn’t fight Whumper’s power.
And now Whumpee was back in this hell. Again. This time with the newbie trembling beside them. Whumpee fought their choking panic. They’d get out of here. They had too. They wouldn’t survive… that again. 
Whumper paused in their circling, their hungry gaze on Whumpee.
Whumpee met their eyes defiantly. They wouldn’t let Whumper in their head. Not yet. Beside them, Newbie shifted, anxiously watching them both. “Quit the theatrics, what do you want?”
 “Oh I haven’t decided.” Whumper purred. Their finger traced Whumpee’s chin. “Something old?” They pulled their finger away but the sensation crawled  across Whumpee’s skin.  lingering on their chin. 
“Or something new?” The newbie beside them shuddered as Whumper cupped their chin. Whumper stared into their eyes for  a second before stepping away momentarily.
“Something old?” Newbie whispered urgently. “You’re younger than- '' The words dried up in their mouth as Whumper, with a devilish smile, appeared by their side. 
 “Oh. They didn’t tell you?” They looked at Whumpee and tutted “Shame on you, keeping secrets from your team.” They turned back to Newbie, conspiratorial glee on their face.  “They’ve been here before. Where did you think they got their scars?” 
Newbie’s eyes involuntarily flickered to Whumpee’s stomach. Coarse scarring, ripped into their stomach, was still visible through the tight shirt.
Whumpee’s face darkened. “Shut up!” They lunged but the restraints caught them,  jerking them back. 
Whumper smiled. “Oh you’ve gotten spirited since then.” As if they’d suddenly decided, they pulled put a knife. “I think we should show the newbie how it’s done, hmm?” Their hand snaked out and grasped Whumpee’s shirt tightly. “Just like the good old days.”
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w-w-whumpupthejam · 3 months
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Weaknesses and Trustings
Started writing this in July of 2023, finally finished it tonight! I may continue later, but for now I really just wanted to share it with y’all.
Warnings!
Intoxication, drugging, maybe creepy Villain? nothing nsfw or all that suggestive though, but take heed.
1027 words
Hero stood proud in a small closet in Villain’s house, facing per despite the… undesirable circumstances. It’s never fun to get caught snooping, and shockingly worse when it’s your sworn enemy. Oh, and it doesn’t help when you’re trying to figure out their weakness or anything you can do to take them down. Yeah. Not a great way to spend a Saturday night.
Regardless of how not fun it is, that’s where our hero was. Xe stood before Villain with a face that refused to surrender. Hero wasn’t going to let per do anything that might cause more damage than needed, not if xe could help it.
“Oh… Hero. And what are you doing here, at this hour?” Villain questioned, looking the hero up and down as they analysed xem.
“I was just stopping by for a cup of tea and chess match!” Hero said sarcastically, head moving slightly to peer around Villain at the hallway behind them. If xe could just get past…
Villain glared at xem. Witty quips were fine in a fight, but Hero was in their house in the dead of night– and xe was supposed to be the “hero”. Hero caught onto the way Villain was looking at xem quickly, recognising the tension that had only risen since xe was caught.
“I asked you a question. I’d suggest you don’t act all sarcastic and shit right now.”
“… Fine. I wanted to see if there was any info you had here that I could use. Simple as that. Why? Did you hope I was here for something else?”
Villain paused before speaking again. “No, I just wanted to make sure I knew exactly what I was dealing with. Now, I think you should come in a little more; I don’t want a guest stopping by and leaving like that, no, no. Follow me.” Per’s tone of voice made it clear that it wasn’t a request, and Hero followed per out of the cramped room.
“So… nice house,” Hero said, looking around the hallway. The closet they had found their way to was at the end of it, and had information on Villain littered through it. The hall was nice, too; Hero wasn’t lying. It wasn’t all that long, but the walk to Villain’s kitchen felt like it took hours. They got to the kitchen, per gesturing for Hero to take a seat at the island. Xe obeyed.
“I thought you were supposed to be the “good guy”, Hero, and yet I found you trespassing in my own home. You so desperately want me out of your way, dead, even, that you seem to be willing to go against your own arbitrary rules!” Villain was mocking xem. Xe wasn’t going to fall for it, oh no. Xe was used to it, so per couldn’t do much to xem.
“Excuse you, you don’t know what the hell code I follow. For all you know trespassing in the name of heroism is totally allowed!”
“Is it?” Villain pushed further, but per turned around and rooted about the kitchen, grabbing some mugs and the like.
“… Okay maybe the Institute isn’t a fan, but it doesn’t matter! You have a weakness and I’m going to find it!” Hero was almost shouting by now, leading to a very sarcastic shushing from Villain. “Oh come on! I’m right, though, you have to have a weakness. You need to. Everyone does.”
“If everyone has a weakness, what’s yours?” Villain asked, now facing Hero, a kettle on the stove behind per.
Hero sneered. “I’m not falling for that.” Xe rolled xyr eyes. “Tell me yours and maybe I’ll let you know.”
Villain looked at xem with an unchanging stoic face. “No. I don’t need you to tell me anyway. You aren’t difficult to read, Hero. If I’m a book on physics, you’re a Baby’s First Board Book. I could take you down at any point.”
Ignoring the obvious and downright cruel insult, Hero spoke. “So why don’t you? I mean, if I’m that easy to figure out and take down, why do I keep beating you?”
“Oh Hero,” Villain started to say, before the easily ignored noise of the kettle turned into screaming, cutting per off. “Ah, the water’s ready.”
“Does that mean I’m free to go?” Hero said a Little too hopefully.
“Oh, oh god no,” Villain laughed, “No, it just means that we can have that tea you were talking about earlier. ‘Am I free to go?’,” Per mocked, “Seriously, who do you take me for?” Villain brought two steaming mugs of tea over to the island, sitting beside Hero and pleasing xyr mug by xem. Upon seeing xyr extremely distrusting expression, per nudged it closer. “It’s not poisoned or drugged. You can take my word for that.”
“Yeah, of course, let me just trust you, because you ‘gave your word’. It’s not like that means much from you.” Hero scoffed, but xe took the mug in xyr hands, bringing it up to their mouth. Per watched as xe took a sip, taking in the tender moment of Hero trusting per. Hero breathed a sigh of relaxation as xe figured xe was clear, safe from anything Villain could throw at xem despite being so close to per. The second that sigh was done, however, Hero began to feel a little… loopy. Xyr breathing hastened before xe felt even more light headed, eyes fluttering and vision blurring. The last thing xe saw before passing out was Villain catching them, whispering to them: “You shouldn’t have trusted, Hero; my word really doesn’t mean much.”
Per picked up Hero’s unconscious body, bringing xem close. “That’s your weakness, after all. You trust so easily, and yet you seem to think that you can’t. But you trusted me. And now here you are.” Per mused quietly. “Ah well, you may be a captive but I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, dear, don’t you fret.”
Per brought xem to a smaller bedroom accessed through the same hall that brought them to the kitchen, rested xem on the bed, and locked the door. Hero wasn’t leaving any time soon, not if Villain could help it.
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plasmodiumpyrexia · 10 months
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Some responses to "I'm fine":
"Bullshit."
"Then how do you explain that?"
"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."
"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."
"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."
[skeptical silence]
[worried silence]
"[name], it's ok..."
"We talked about this."
"Please don't lie to me."
"You call that 'fine'?"
"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"
"You don't look/sound fine."
"Something's bothering you; I can tell."
"You can talk to me... "
"You're not fooling anyone."
"I just want to help. Will you let me?"
"No you're not."
"You're shaking..."
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131-vr · 11 months
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In number one.
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urlocalwhumper · 5 months
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living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.
their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.
they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.
everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.
that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.
one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.
compassion.
whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.
"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"
whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.
caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.
they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.
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charrhylis · 1 year
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tfw ur leaking blood from ur eyes and try to kill ur family 
#JustDisasterLineageThings
(there isn’t much of a “timeline” but this happens before the one with cody in it (third link below))
more ‘possessed by sith artifact’ obi-wan here, here, and here
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avvail-whumps · 20 days
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I’m just thinking about a vampire hunter who lost their arm. They replace it with a prosthetic one made out of silver. Imagining the pain when they grab a vampire, or pin them down by their neck while their skin burns under the silver and there’s nothing they can do because it hurts so much. Fingers desperately trying to find something other than the arm to grab onto to try and pry them off.
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This is related to another reminder: fanfic writing is not a competition, and it’s not a job post. I have been experimenting with using ChatGPT to write stories with a provided idea prompt from my imagination. I edit and read to make sure the generated story is in line with the general idea of the characters. Between work, life, building a business, and the 1000 different story ideas in my head, I don't have as much time and bandwidth as I used to actually write from start to finish. 2 of the 3 fandoms I write for have pretty much declined and the other is still there. My question to you is what are your thoughts on using AI to write fanfics?
disclaimer: this is just my personal opinion and preference as someone who also writes fanfics and has been writing for 8 years (I have never used AI to write, and have no intention to). my words are not laws, and this is by no means to shame or attack anybody.
I personally believe the fun of writing a fic is gone when you use AI to write a fic. I love writing because I love the act of writing, of thinking about what my blorbo would say and what they would do in this situation I put them in. not the act of telling Al to write something for me, if that makes sense. (sure, I may have joked about wanting a fic to 'write itself' sometimes, but when I made that joke, it was just a joke, and it was never about AI).
there's a huge difference between using a prompt generator website to get motivations and ideas in regards of what to write, and using AI to write the fic.
even if you edit and read everything to make sure it's 'in character' after you use AI, you're still not the 'author' of the story, but rather a beta and an editor.
we all have lives outside of writing fanfics, yes, I know because I've been busy with life outside of AO3 lately and have been finding it hard to find an opportunity where I could sit down and write without exhaustion or job-related stuff pulling me away from my fics, but I'd prefer to only write when I can — when I have the time and energy — to AI any day, even if that meant it took me longer to get a chapter done.
and if I could, I'd avoid reading AI-generated fics just because I'd also prefer to read fanfics that were written with passion and the love the authors have for my favorite characters, and only humans can do that. AI fics just lack a soul in my opinion.
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abhainnwhump · 6 months
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Distant rattling of chains and screams.
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snakebites-and-ink · 7 months
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If you were a pet whumpee, what would your whumper 'loving new master' forcibly rename you?
If you hate what you get at first you may have ONE reroll but no more than that. because pets don't get to choose their own names after all. 🙃
I know some of the names are less dehumanizing than others, but the human names on here were from lists of the most popular names for pets. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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painful-pooch · 8 months
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It's 11pm here for me... I am honestly in a really good mood and I feel happy for some reason. So please enjoy a simple prompt from Izzy <3
Whumpee getting so unbelievably mad that they don't realize/notice when they have hurt a fellow whumpee, a caretaker, or just innocent folks around them. Just so consumed in their own rage that in lashing as hard as they did, they did a considerable amount of damage. Best examples I could see is:
Throwing an item at full send (bonus if glass/shatterable)
Getting into a car accident because they aren't paying attention
Making a mistake that leads to some climactic moment (aka explosion or ambush that could have been avoided)
Hell... even throwing a punch at the caretaker trying to save Whumpee's life would be very oof
By all means use these and tag me so I can enjoy them as well as others! Also uhm... accept a hug from me. Okay byeeeeee
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whmp · 5 months
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hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!
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the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!
- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.
you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )
-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.
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the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!
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i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump
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ratbastardbilly · 1 year
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He's danger prone.
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blackrosesandwhump · 6 months
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How to Whump Your Hero (or Villain)!
For those times when you have the perfect whumpable hero or villain and don't know what to do with them. Use this generator to get ideas!
You have your character. What do you use to whump them?
Axe
Bandages
Barbed wire
Blindfold
Branding iron
Cage
Chains
Club
Coffin
Collar
Dagger
Drugs
Duct tape
Fishing line
Gag
Garrote
Gibbet
Handcuffs
Hatchet
Knife
Manacles
Operating Table
Oxygen mask
Pistol
Pitchfork
Plastic
Poison
Rapier
Rope
Scalpel
Scythe
Spear
Straightjacket
Stitches
Sword
Syringe
Taser
Whip
Using this random number generator, for example I get #5 Branding iron. Time for some painful branding for my poor villain!
Happy writing!
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toyybox · 6 months
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Whumper who is always polite to Whumpee, regardless of how sadistic they are. They would gladly enact the worst tortures and remain cheerful the entire time. They make small talk and greet Whumpee with a smile every day, even if Whumpee just finds it disturbing.
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