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letitbehurt · 2 months
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Whumper looks at the body tied upright against the wall and smiles, grabbing Whumpee’s chin and lifting their head. They’re exhausted and hungry and they haven’t slept in days, hooked up to some sort of fluid that chases the sleep away. And the light never goes out. White, white, bright white everywhere—
“Have we had a change of heart?” Whumper asks lightly. Whumpee mutters something unintelligible, wincing when Whumper’s grip tightens. “Speak up, will you? This is pathetic.”
Whumpee can hardly keep their eyes open—much less string together a sentence—but they repeat their answer anyway, each word sharp with hatred.
“Fuck. You.”
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chaotic-orphan · 14 days
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That’s Enough
“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”
Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.
“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”
Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.
“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.
Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”
“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”
Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.
Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”
“Clearly you can’t!”
“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”
“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”
“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”
“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”
Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”
The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.
“What? Where are you going now?”
“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”
Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”
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galaxywhump · 10 months
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Whumpee whispering "I want to go home".
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the-broken-pen · 3 months
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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.
They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.
Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.
“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”
The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.
The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.
For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.
Shit.
They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…
They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.
It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.
The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.
The hero would be the death of them.
They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.
“What are you doing with this?”
The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.
“Wrapping my hands?”
The villain hissed in a breath.
“With electrical tape?”
The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.
“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”
The villain blinked at them.”
“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.
“Not if you wrap it right.”
Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.
“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.
Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.
“Bandaids move—“
The villain hushed them.
“Be quiet for a second.”
The hero, wisely, went quiet.
The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.
“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.
“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”
“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”
“I’m not destroying myself—“
“You are.”
“Shut up—“
“Hero.”
“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”
They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.
“Better than who?”
“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.
The villain watched them, waiting.
The hero took a shaky breath
“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”
The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.
The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.
“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.
“No. There isn’t.”
“Hero.”
“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.
“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.
“You don’t understand—“
The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.
They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.
“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”
“But I-“
“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”
The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.
The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.
For now, though, they had to take care of hero.
“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”
The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.
“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”
That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.
“Fine.”
The villain turned to them. “Okay?”
Are you going to be alright?
The hero seemed to understand.
“Okay,” the hero agreed.
Yes.
And so, it was.
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whumpy-wyrms · 1 month
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so scared and helpless
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the-three-whumpeteers · 4 months
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The whumpee had managed to escape on their own, but find themselves in a frigid, snow-covered forest. The whumpee is covered in injuries and bleeding, they’re definitely not dressed for the cold either- but they just know that they need to keep running, they need to make it somewhere safe.
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whumpdaydreamerx · 4 months
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Magic Whumpee needing to perform a huge spell for whatever reason and it requiring a significant amount of life force. It starts to take a toll on them, starting to sway and lose their balance — yet never stopping.
Caretaker sees them continuously becoming more and more unstable. As Whumpee stumbles backwards, Caretaker reaches out to steady them, placing a hand on their shoulder and one on their arm.
Even as blood slips from their nose, Whumpee continues the spell, but nods their thanks and reassurance to their worried Caretaker.
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dainluvr · 1 year
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I love the whole idea of Whumpee being missing for ages (months or maybe even years) and caretakers obviously moved on, found someone new to spend the rest of their life with. What they weren’t expecting was Whumpee showing up alive at their door in the middle of the night after they’d been presumed dead for the last however many months.
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sleepyiswhumping · 25 days
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Sleep deprivation
You don’t need to make your whumpees stay up forever. Just, make sure they only sleep for a few hours at a time. Make them sleep in uncomfortable positions or places so the sleep isn’t meaningful. Scare them awake with loud noises. Barr them from napping. Make it so they’re only allowed to sleep when they’re in bed with you, then don’t sleep in bed so they’re stuck. Sleep deprive your whumpees, but let ‘em get just enough sleep to stay slightly sane. Keep ‘em in that exhausted, weakened, sluggish state but don’t let delirium set in. They’re more fun when they’re sane.
Based off my absolutely horrible sleep deprivation and exhaustion. If I have to deal with this, so do the whumpees.
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painful-pooch · 9 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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letitbehurt · 3 months
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Whumpees who used to be notoriously heavy sleepers, but after their captivity they hardly sleep at all and the smallest sounds jolt them awake.
Caretaker hardly dares to breathe when Whumpee falls asleep around them. They silently threaten anyone within earshot not to make a sound. They protect Whumpee’s rest with a vengeance, because it’s so rare.
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writinggremlin · 4 months
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How's about a whumpee who desires pain?
A whumpee who wants to be stressed and panicked and hurt. Everything's been too good for too long, and maybe that frustrates them a little bit.
Why do they feel this way? They don't know. All they do know, is that that risky and/or hurtful scenario is looking quite tempting.
If nobody's going to make them worse, they'll do it themself.
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whumperofworlds · 1 year
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Tired Whumpees dealing with torture be like:
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witchy-shortcake · 9 months
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Give me broke and unexperienced caretakers. Give me caretakers Who have multiple jobs and need to leave whumpee by themselves just to go to work. Give me caretakers Who feel guilty about feeding their whumpee frozen meals but it's the best they can afford (Bonus points if they have no time or skills for cooking and had been living like that on their own for a while before whumpee came but now that they need to care for someone else they finally realize how awful their living conditions were)
Give me caretakers Who barely know how to take care of themselves, let alone someone in such sorry state as whumpee but they still do their best to help them in anything they might need. Give me caretakers who come back from an exhausting shift, their patience already running dry and accidentaly snap at any minimal inconveniente, shouting, cursing and saying/doing things that they don't mean, then crying to themselves because whumpee deserves someone much better than them, someone that can be with them all day, provide them with new clothes and tasty homemade food, someone more mature and Who has all their sh!t together.
Give me caretakers Who are completely unprepared for adult life.
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echoingalaxies · 16 days
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Whumper making Whumpee perform a silly, endless, physical task, like emptying a whole boat full of water only with a tablespoon, no using hands as a tool allowed or the whole thing starts over. Any task that will take weeks, or months, and when they're done, Whumper might just reward them somehow before assigning them a new job.
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the-three-whumpeteers · 2 months
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The whumpee had been forced into isolation by the whumper- only knowing that days would go by because of the fact that the whumper gave them food once a day. They had stopped believing that anyone would ever help them, and they were slowly starting to believe that the whumper would one day just leave them to die alone.
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