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whumpbees · 9 months

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Whumpees getting their head tilted up by a weapon! A sword, or knife, or gun.. right below the chin. Listen to their breath hitch as they make eye contact

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #tw gun mention

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months

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unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy

"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.

I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.

I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.

I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.

I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.

I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.

I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.

I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.

I want it to be nasty!!!!!!

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whumpy-daydreams · 10 months

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"You're not going to kill me. You're having too much fun for that."

Whumper pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at whumpee's forehead. "Are you sure about that?"

But whumpee didn't flinch. Instead they leaned forward, pressing their forehead into the barrel. "Go on then. Do it."

Whumper paused. And cocked the gun. But still whumpee didn't express fear. Their eyes were full of determination and challenge, lips twitching into a small smile despite their set jaw.

The seconds ticked past in slow motion, each staring at the other playing a dangerous game of chicken. Whumper caved first, dropping the gun to their side.

"Coward." Whumpee hissed

#whump #whumpee #whumper #tw gun #defiant whumpee #death mention tw

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kabie-whump · 3 months

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♡ Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak to Move ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Intimate whumper, hand feeding, captivity, hair pulling

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"I'm back~" Whumper sings as they enter Whumpee's cell, a tray of simple food in hand. "Time to eat."

Whumpee says nothing, but Whumper pays it no mind.

"Brought you good stuff today, dearest. You were so well behaved yesterday I figured you deserve it. Real fruit and everything."

Still nothing as Whumper sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Whumpee. Whumpee is slumped against a wall, chin tucked to their chest, barely noticable shivers wracking their bruised body.

"What, nothing to say? Giving me the silent treatment?"

Silence from Whumpee save for quiet shuddering breaths.

"Rude."

Whumper moves in close, grabbing Whumpee's hair and yanking their head back. They stare at Whumper with half lidded eyes, a faint whimper escaping their throat, but otherwise they don't move a muscle.

"Oh. Did I play too rough yesterday? Do you need me to feed you?”

Whumpee still says nothing, but Whumper can see the flash of distain in their tired eyes. Oh, they hate that idea. Perfect.

"Don't worry, love, I'll take good care of you. Now open up."

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#whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday18 #febuwhump day 18 #whump ideas #captive whumpee #intimate whumper #hand feeding #food mention

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unhonest-iago · 27 days

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Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

#iago writes #whump #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker #whumpee #mentioned whumper

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echoingalaxies · 8 months

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"Close your eyes."

Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.

Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.

Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.

Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.

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whump-kia · 2 months

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god I love caretaker-turned-whumpee so much. "I'm going to scream. don't stop." coaching someone through stitches. explaining the procedure step-by-step, knowing the motions by heart and knowing your life has to be in someone else's hands. "take a deep breath. steady. you can do this." pushing aside the agony in favor of keeping your inexperienced caretaker calm, clinical precision even in pain, "hold me down," the trust and vulnerability in letting someone heal you when you spend your life healing others. ugh. it's so good.

#sorry i love my doctor whumpees #its HOT okay #the normally stuffy precise one forced to talk another character through cutting them open END ME NOW #it's so good. SO GOOD #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whumpee #caretaker turned whumpee #medical whump #medic whump #medic whumpee #blood tw #blood mention #stitches

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meraki24601 · 2 months

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Ring

“Whumpee, where did you get that ring?”

Caretaker had gotten used to Whumpee flinching. It seemed they hadn’t stopped since they were released from the hospital. Or, maybe it had started even before that. Before Whumper had taken them, or even further when they had first gone to file a restraining order. But they hadn’t expected them to flinch away from the curious question.

That was all the answer Caretaker needed. “You know, Whumper is dead. You don’t have to keep wearing their ring.”

“I can’t take it off.” Whumpee’s voice was small. They kept their head down as they stirred the pot of soup nearing boiling on the stove.

Caretaker blamed the fumes from the onion Whumpee had chopped up earlier for the tears forming in their eyes. “You’re safe now, Whumpee. I know I can never make it up to you for not believing you sooner, but I swear I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. You can take off the ring.”

“It’s stuck. I can’t take it off.”

“Oh.” Caretaker’s hands stilled as they placed the last spoon on the table. “Would you like some help?”

“Yes, please.”

Whumpee held very still as Caretaker approached and guided them to stand beside the sink. They didn’t shy away from Caretaker’s touch as the ring was slowly worked from their swollen finger but curled in on themselves and took three giant steps back the moment they were free. The mark left on the skin where the ring had sat dragged a whine from Whumpee’s throat.

The inside of the ring had been engraved. Imprinted into Whumpee’s skin were four letters:

M.

I.

N.

E.

Whumpee fell to their knees, holding the finger away from their body. “I’ll never be free.”

Caretaker wrapped a bandage from the kit under the sink around the possessive letters. Kissing Whumpee’s knuckles, Caretaker whispered, “You are free. Whumper is dead. I killed them. I swear on my life, no one will ever touch you again.”

#whump fic #whump #whump scenario #whumpee #whump writing #whump ideas #caretaker #whump tropes #oc #rescued #mentioned whumper #recovery whump #rings #stuck #possessive whumper

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blackrosesandwhump · 3 months

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Totally random idea that just popped into my head:

A human who sets up a contractual business with vampires as their bloodbag on call, able and willing (even eager) to feed them as the need arises.

Imagine a dim, fancy shop, all the windows curtained over or blacked out, and a smiling human who walks out of the shadows to greet the vampire that just showed up, starving, at their door.

#gotta write this now #whump #vampire whump #vampires #bloodbag #whump idea #whump inspiration #random idea #blood mention #human whumpee

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thewhumpcaretaker · 2 months

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Things that Whumper Can Do to an Undead/Immortal Whumpee

Induce a heart attack, as many times as they please

Induce a stroke

Induce a seizure

Electrocute them

(Depending on the rules of the immortality) Remove, electrocute, or cut into the brain, creating effects similar to an extremely bad drug trip

Drain their entire body of blood

Waterboarding (also potentially in blood)

Encase them completely in concrete, immobilized and unable to breathe

Embed a sharp object inside them, which stabs them continuously from the inside out

Embed a sharp object inside them, which stabs them continuously from the inside out, but sexually

Play the long game with their connections, getting them attached to someone for whole years or decades before forcing them to kill that person

Play the long game with their hope, giving them some form of freedom for whole years or decades only to rip it away again

Play with their memories by falsifying historical documents and gaslighting them that they're starting to forget details from early on their long immortal life

Indefinite starvation

Indefinite sleep deprivation

Indefinite solitary confinement

Cut off limbs (they'll grow back)

Blind them

Cut out their tongue

Cut off that one special limb

#tw sa mention #whump #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whump writing #vampire whumpee #immortal whumpee #eternal suffering #astarion #cazador has done all of these to astarion in my headcannon and he deserves so much vengeance

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oddsconvert · 10 months

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Mute Whumpee having been forced into silence until they hear a certain “permission” code word.

Caretaker thinking that Whumpee is just mute from trauma now, and after about a week into their rescue they accidentally let that word slip and next thing they know, Whumpee is sobbing and apologizing and pleading-

Caretaker always liked the peace and quiet.

The sound of his own footsteps down an empty hallway, the creak of the floorboards beneath him, the soft whirring of the air conditioning unit in the corner. He liked the way the silence seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, shielding him from the outside world. He liked the way he could hear himself think, hear his own thoughts crystal clear when it was nice and quiet. When there were no distractions. When Caretaker could just be, without worrying about anything or anyone else.

Solitude is a blessing. Caretaker wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the whole wide world.

Caretaker used to like the peace and quiet…at least, before Whumpee fell into his lap.

The silence is now deafening, ear-piercing. The birds have stopped singing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the crunchy leaves scattered on the ground outside. The air is still and heavy, and the only movement is slow, steady drip of rainwater from the trees.

It is a silence that is full of fear and anticipation, and it is a silence that is waiting for something to happen. The quiet sounds like failure and disappointment. Another day blurs past in the blink of an eye - another day where he’s no closer to Whumpee speaking. Caretaker doesn’t even know the name of the man he rescued from the pits of hell, nor does he know his story. He doesn’t know the sound of Whumpee’s voice. If he has a family and friends, searching day and night to bring him home.

Whumpee is a mystery to Caretaker. And Caretaker is a mystery to Whumpee.

Caretaker peeks through the crack in the door, checking on Whumpee as he sleeps…on the floor. Whumpee lies huddled on the cold, hard ground, ignoring the perfectly made bed in the corner of the room. Like he’s not allowed to sleep in it. He writhes and flinches in his sleep, kicking his legs and whimpering like a dreaming dog. Whumpee is in there, somewhere, even if Caretaker can’t reach him just yet. He has tried everything he can think of, lost countless nights of sleep tossing and turning, and thought of every way to pull himself out of the darkness in his head, but nothing seems to work.

Whumpee suddenly awoke with a start, screaming and covered in cold-sweat, his eyes darting in horror around the room. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, every inch of him vibrates in terror. When he spots Caretaker lingering in the doorway, he flinches and chokes on a sob.

“Hey, hey! Shhh, you’re okay!” Caretaker bursts through the doorway, rushing over to Whumpee’s side, “You were having another nightmare-”

Caretaker rubs Whumpee’s back as he heaves for air, “Would you like me to stay?”

Whumpee smiles, but it does not reach his teary eyes. His muscles tense like a spring about to bounce, and still he nods his head in agreement. Or submission.

Somewhere, somehow - Whumpee must understand and realise that this is safety. Caretaker is safety. His wounds and gashes are scabbing and closing, dark bruises fading into his pale skin. His belly warm and full. The dog collar strapped tight to his throat when Caretaker found him - long gone. Caretaker burned it.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew how to help -” Caretaker holds Whumpee's face, cupping his cheek.

There’s that damn silence again. Whumpee sniffles and wipes at his nose, refusing to even look at Caretaker now. He has all the answers, just not the words to reveal them. So close yet so far.

“I want you to know I will never hurt you, Whumpee. I just want to help… I just…I just want you to heal-”

Whumpee’s eyes go wide with horror, and he freezes like a statue. Caretaker can hear their heart racing in both their chests. Before Caretaker could stop him, Whumpee is kneeling at Caretaker’s feet, wrapping his arms around his legs, clinging like a baby koala and bursting into tears.

“Th-Thank you! Oh, thank you s-sir - thank god!” Whumpee wails, his voice deep, hoarse and scratchy. Caretaker can hardly believe his ears. It feels like a fever dream. Whumpee just spoke. What just happened?! What changed?!

“Whu-Whumpee?!” Caretaker gasps.

“I’m so sorry sir!!! I waited - and waited and…and I tried! I tried so hard to be good. I thought you’d never say it- I thought you'd never release me-”

"Release-"

"Heel. You - You told me to heel-" Whumpee slumps back onto the heels of his feet, sitting by Whumper's heels, his hands folded limp in front of his chest - begging. "My release word. I-I did good? I didn't speak, sir!!!"

"No…" Caretaker falters, "No, you didn't."

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Drabble taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername @whumpsday @sparrowsage @whumperfully @wolves-and-winters @canislycaon24 @happy-little-sadist @darkthingshappen

#SORRY THIS IS BAD #AND THIS ASK IS FROM LAST YEAR #BUT INSPO STRUCK #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #caretaker #pet whumpee #recovery whump #mute whumpee #scar mention #whump drabble #whump prompt

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abhainnwhump · 6 months

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Putting your characters in a kidnapping scenario is a great way to practice characterization because there are just so many ways you can take being kidnapped. Are they terrified and crying? Or calm and determined? Screaming and yelling curses or making jokes? How about begging for mercy? Immediately getting violent?

And when/if they break, how does their behavior change? You can have a character start calm and collected and turn paranoid after weeks or months in captivity. Iconically, take your defiant and cocky character and make them scared and meek. Take the sweet innocent character and turn them into a monster. How would your OC develop if they were in a problem like this?

My closing statement is, test your characters. Like a geode, you need to break it to see the gems inside.

#i saw this mentioned in a video I was listening too and wanted to make a post about it #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #defiant whumpee #broken whumpee #characterization #writing help #captive whumpee #captured whumpee #whumpee turned whumper #whumpee prompt #whump scenario #whump ideas #whump thoughts #writing thoughts #character thoughts

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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months

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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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whumpy-wyrms · 2 months

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whumpee who’s supposed to be dead, but was kidnapped by whumper instead. maybe whumper faked whumpee’s death, or maybe whumpee did die but whumper is a necromancer and brought them back to life, and replaced their body with a fake. whatever could’ve happened, nobody else knows that whumpee is alive and trapped with whumper.

there are no missing posters, no news reports, no search for the beloved whumpee because they’re legally dead. whumper taunts whumpee by making them watch their own funeral, or visit their own grave. whumpee is stuck with whumper knowing that nobody is looking for them or would ever find them because everyone thinks their body is buried deep underground.

#perhaps this is based on silas and aspen. perhaps #wyrms whumps #whump prompt #whump blog #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump idea #whump #whumper #whumpee #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump community #captivity whump #kidnap whump #death mention

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ibims1seb · 6 months

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A little something about defiant Whumpee!

I know we like to see those feisty little boys crumble to the ground, utterly broken!

But, Let me pose you: A Whumper who likes the defiance. One who enjoys the sassy comments, rude remarks and sarcastic lines. Whumper who is amused by seeing Whumpee think they have some kind of power in the situation and they let them float in it, not really punishing them. And I hear you. That doesn’t really sound whumpy but now imagine that whumper snapping at Whumpee, who was just one tiny itty bitty bit above a nonexistent line.

Maybe they slap them hard across the face for a comment. The usual grin replaced by a frown and harsh narrow eyes. Or maybe they start yelling at Whumpee, the amused tone making room for a cold and not at all smug voice. Or Whumper doesn’t need to do anything, the dropped face being enough for Whumpee to shut up and know that they have crossed a line.

And now Imagine Whumpee, completely thrown back by the sudden change of emotions. They can do nothing but stare up at Whumper, all the defiance and sass erased from their eyes while they try to figure out what just happened. Where was that line? Was it just for fun or did they actually go to far? Who knows! Definitely not them. :)

And then Whumper’s smile returns again. But it isn’t the same! It’s a lot darker and creepier than what they usually wear. It is absolutely unnerving and terrifying for Whumpee.

So yeah, defiant Whumpee….

Please let me know where I can find something like this, thanks

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#defiant whumpee #whumper #carewhumper #whump trope #whump prompt #whumpee #tw slap #tw mentioned yelling

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 11 months

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a guilt-stricken caretaker who’s drowned in guilt and shame.

a guilt-stricken caretaker who cannot stop reliving the moment they angrily yelled at whumpee to get out of their sight when whumpee came timidly asking for caretaker to stay with them because they were afraid.

a guilt-stricken caretaker who keeps asking themself why they let a scared and trembling whumpee walk out of their front door that night.

a guilt-stricken caretaker who wishes they could turn back time and undo what they did.

a guilt-stricken caretaker who’s sitting next to whumpee’s bed at the hospital, where whumpee lies unconscious and is intubated. their body’s covered in deep wounds, because after caretaker yelled at them to leave that night, they did, and that’s how whumper got them.

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