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kjwriting · 3 days
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Strong/powerful whumpees being held as trophies. They are showcased in front of anyone the Whumper wants to in-still fear in.
Whumper doesn’t ask Whumpee to do anything. Just stay silent. Stay still.
Maybe Whumpee is chained up, kept in a glass box?
Maybe Whumpee is muzzled?
Whumpee is kept weak so they can’t fight back. Drugged? Starved? Your choice.
Whumper wants them displayed to show their dominance. The ability to contain someone so powerful like it’s nothing.
Do with that what you will, besties x
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whumblr · 2 days
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How about some robot whump, where Whumper is going all out on it with Caretaker forced to watch.
The android assures Caretaker, "Not to worry. I cannot feel it. There is no pain."
But that doesn't mean that Caretaker stops yelling at Whumper to stop tearing their friend apart in the most brutal way. Appendages ripped from its torso, wires sending sparks up, the humanoid features slowly but forcefully removed. Oil drips out, leaving dark puddles not quite unlike blood.
All the while, the android keeps diligently updating on its status:
"Sensory functions failing."
"Emotion recognition centre damaged."
"Visuals reduced to 30%."
"It's okay!" Caretaker shouts. "I can still fix you. I can fix it all!"
"Oh, can you?" Whumper croons, fingers teasing over loose wires and smashing a hammer to the core.
"Memory storage compromised," the android croaks, it's voice failing.
"Maybe you can fix it, Caretaker," Whumper says, raising the hammer again. "But will it get you your friend back?"
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jordanstrophe · 1 day
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A protective whumper who's afraid whumpees job is far too dangerous for them, so they do everything in their power to ruin whumpees career.
-And they have power to do it.
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the-bar-sinister · 2 days
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Recovering whumpee keeps having dreams about whumper. When caretaker asks, whumpee calls them nightmares. But is it true? Does it count as a nightmare when all they're doing is talking?
It makes whumpee wonder-- what kind of broken person would miss someone who treated them the way whumper did?
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sleepyiswhumping · 3 days
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whumpees who, despite their torture, agony, the scars and bruises covering their skin, the grime and blood caked on their face, hold themselves aloof and with an air of grace
no one knows how much they’re struggling, the true amount of pain they’ve gone through, the agony they still experience every day, lingering from the injuries. no one knows the mental anguish, the fear and despair they feel when someone unknowingly does something whumper did, that triggers them, because it’s all behind their mask.
until, one day, they melt into a weeping, shaking, cowering mess that can’t even speak
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writingphoenix · 3 days
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Team whump where Whumper is a disgruntled team member who left but arranges a meeting with Youngest saying they want to reconcile. They take Youngest captive and use them as bait to lure in the rest of the team.
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withdrawingramen · 1 day
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whumper scratching the knife or blunt weapon against the floor or wall so it makes a screeching, unpleasant sound as a prelude for all the suffering and just to mess w whumpee lol
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whump3000 · 2 days
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vivulapom · 23 hours
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team is captured. whumper understands that torturing leader won’t be effective if they want information, so they take whumpee, the weakest member of the team, while forcing team to watch.
any team member is free to speak at any time. if their information is verified, they’re free to go. how long until they start to consider betraying their friends? how long until a teammate has to be forcibly restrained by their companions to be prevented from telling whumper everything? the info is important, sure, but how much does that matter in the face of whumpee’s misery?
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unhonest-iago · 2 days
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Whumper turned caretaker when they meet a whumpee that they just can't bring themself to torment. One who would let the whole world burn to protect them. Who dotes on them when sick. Making sure they get their fluids, forcing them to take a shower when their fever won't break. Who acts as a shoulder to cry on, pinky promising they won't murder the bastard who dared to break their baby's heart. Watching shitty romcoms on a rainy day.
Or caretaker turned whumper. Burnt out from their job, feeling absolutely cynical towards the world. It being so easy to turn off their emotions. To not feel anything but numbness as whumper screams. They simply don’t care that whumper was someone they used to deeply care for. Easily washing the blood off their hands before leaving for the night.
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Whumpril Prompt #22
Stoicism Breaks
TW: starvation, chains, hunger, taunting, begging
If whumper had to pick one word in the dictionary to describe whumpee, it would be stoic. According to the dictionary, that means indifferent to pleasure or to pain.
Whumper was going to break them.
Whumpee pushed their anger deep down in their gut. They can’t afford to let it out- it would just hurt them or someone else.
But with each passing day, it was getting harder and harder to keep it suppressed. It was also getting harder and harder to have the energy to do anything else. Whumper wasn’t feeding them.
It had been 6 days. They were keeping count. Whumpee read somewhere that someone can last up to two months without food as long as they had water, and there was more than enough water in the cave they were being kept in.
Water seeped through the walls and on the ground, leaving dark puddles randomly on the floor. The dark didn’t help whumpee avoid them, so they were constantly either damp or dripping from the wetness.
But just because they had a lot of water didn’t mean they weren’t hungry.
It was 15 days since whumper last brought food. Whumpee spent most of their time lying on the floor trying not to shiver to death. They wished death would take them.
20 days. Whumpee didn’t move when whumper came down.
“Oh whumpee, I think you’ll like this! I have a little surprise for you!”
Whumpee still didn’t move. Whumper didn’t care- they came over and dropped a tray in front of them.
Whumpees mouth started watering before they even opened their eyes. There on the tray was what whumpee could only describe as a feast. There was so much food piled on that they knew they wouldn’t be able to finish it all in one sitting.
Whumpee continued to ignore whumper, but instead weakly sat up and began to scarf down the food. But before they could get very far, whumper pulled the tray away.
Whumpee looked at them with more menace in their eyes than whumper had ever seen.
“My my, whumpee, getting a little greedy, are we?” They taunted.
If whumpee didn’t have their ankle chained to the ground, they would have throttled whumper right then and there.
“Do you want the food?” Whumper asks sweetly. Whumpees stomach was growling in protest, and they could barely move from weakness. If they didn’t eat, they were going to die.
“Yes,” whumpee whispered, voice raw from disuse.
“Ah ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Whumper grinned toothily at them. If whumpee didn’t die from hunger, they would have died from embarrassment. But they couldn’t not do it; they were starving.
A barely audible “please” passed through Whumpees lips, their face red and their stomach growling.
Whumper grinned even wider as they pushed the tray toward them, pleased with themself as they reflected on the fact that this whumpee had never said please to them, and that this whumpee had been known as the strongest one of the rival team.
Well, not strong enough for whumper, apparently.
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kjwriting · 2 days
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Whumper digging their heel into whumpee’s bullet wound, making them release a strangled scream.
Whumpee’s mind goes blank as the searing pain invades all of their senses.
Bonus points if Caretaker has to watch.
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pigeonwhumps · 2 days
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Last fill is a newspaper article feat. future Ade!
Text-only version below the cut.
Taglist: @littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @bbu-on-the-side
CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation
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Do you think Guard Dog designated pets should be legally required to wear an auditory identifier in public?
Summary of the proposed law: Guard Dog class pets will have to wear an auditory device such as a bell collar or proximity alarm at all times whilst in public spaces.
Yes
David Cooper, Talk Radio presenter and former owner of GDS Ltd
In all pets there is the danger of them running off, to name one problem, but not all are likely to harm people. This honour is reserved mainly for Guard Dogs.
In 2022, 54% of all reported violent pet-related incidents were caused by Guard Dogs. This is compared to 22% caused by Domestics, 9% by Platonics, 12% by Romantics, and only 3% by Objects. Clearly, something needs to be done to regulate Guard Dogs further and reduce their detrimental impact on the general population. They are a danger to adults and children alike, and although an extremely useful asset, precautions must be taken to ensure nothing gets out of hand. They are inherently violent, and if training is done badly then they can become killers — and not just in defence of their owners.
I recognise that a lot of proposals, such as MP North's in September 2021 to keep Guard Dogs muzzled at all times around vulnerable people, go too far, and are unworkable in terms of ensuring their owners can still be protected, but something needs to be done. And a warning causes no harm to anyone.
I know there are arguments that this dehumanises Guard Dogs, and that it is unneeded, but I disagree. These are the same type of people who argue that bell collars aren't good for cats despite the numerous evidence that they prevent bird kills. Pets do not feel embarrassed, that is the fact of the matter, and a bell or proximity alarm would not be an annoyance but rather an acceptable fact of having a Guard Dog. You own a Guard Dog, you must have a bell, and that would be the end of the matter.
One thing I do object to though is the lack of consideration given to disabled people throughout this proposal. If a deaf person were to need an alert to a nearby Guard Dog, for example, how would it work? They wouldn't be able to hear an auditory identifier.
I propose that, in addition to the auditory identifier, Guard Dog pets should be fitted with a device that emits a flashing light. This would allow those with low or no hearing to know when a Guard Dog is nearby. A GPS device would be useful if the Guard Dog is unseen, for example in an adjoining supermarket aisle, but this would be an invasion of the people’s privacy and technically very difficult to adapt.
However, something must be done to improve the safety of the general public and it is for that reason that I, with the expertise of my years as CEO of Guard Dog Security Ltd, support these proposals.
No
Ade Olayinke, Mayor of Sheffield and founder of Help4Pets
In my role as Mayor of Sheffield, I have met many residents, some of whom own Guard Dogs. In this job, and while working on the ground for Help4Pets, I have rarely met any dangerous pets — owners, however, can be a different story. Research conducted by YouGov suggests that over 90% of Guard Dog-related incidents can be traced back to their owners or training. Surely then the legislations on pet owners and training should be tightened, instead of these frankly humiliating proposals for Guard Dogs themselves?
Because yes, they are humiliating. Some say that pets can't be humiliated, but if that's the case, why do many books on pet care suggest it as the first choice of punishment? Alongside pain, of course.
Why should a pet have to pay for another's mistakes? Although I don't necessarily agree I can see the argument with pets that truly are dangerous, but most aren't (if not all — remember, pets are trained to obey their owners in all things. If they're hurting members of the public, this suggests that either their owner wants them to, or their training has gone wrong in some way. In either case, why should the pet be the one to pay when they are not at fault?). In fact, another poll by YouGov from September last year showed that out of pet-related groups (including the pets themselves) the general public are by far most afraid of WRU recapture squads, and for good reason, given their powers to act with almost complete impunity. One thing I can commend in this country is at least they aren't allowed to be armed.
But one of the stated aims of this new legislation is to reassure the general public, and if WRU recapture squads are the biggest obstacle to that, surely they should be the ones who need to be identified at a distance? Unless you view it as too extreme a measure for people, in which case you should ask yourself why you think it's okay for those classed as pets. However you view them, they are still human.
It is legislation on owners and trainers (both WRU and others) that should be tightened. The solution is not to force pets, who are already under tight control with existing laws heavily biased against them, to wear such a humiliating and unnecessary device, but to help everyone, both pets and people, live peacefully together without causing unnecessary fear, humiliation or other types of harm. To anyone.
YOUR VIEW
What is your opinion of the proposed legislation? Let us know at [email protected], subject: GUARD DOGS
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the-bar-sinister · 1 day
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"You don't understand!" Whumper grabs whumpee by the collar with both hands and forces their back against the wall, pinning them there under whumper's body.
Whumpee cringes as whumper snarls in their face.
"You don't understand and so help me I am going to make you understand!"
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Cw: Mentions to graphic... sickness, blood, shaking, withdrawals in general, stuff like that, Swearing
By agonizing withdrawals, I mean agonizing. Be warned
(Please leave comments I love reading them, even if it's just a simple oof or F in the chat for this poor man - No he isn't dead)
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Jakkon stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall with a soft groan. He needed something, anything. It hurt. It hurt far worse than he'd expected. The Satyr gasped through his teeth, breaths shuddering with every movement as his throat tightened and his lungs shattered in his ribs.
He held onto the rock as best as he could, other hand gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest as pain pulsed like a fiery heart beneath his skin. “Shit…” Jakkon looked up, gritting his teeth as he tried to level his ragged breaths. He needed to see the others. If not, they might suspect something was wrong. He needed to piece it back together and stand up straight. He could do that. He could handle pain. He could ignore it. He'd done it plenty of times before to fool Rose out of burning herself out. He could do it again.
Jakkon shook the hair out of his face and steadied himself. He managed a level step and quiet breaths, but he funneled all of his efforts into staying upright and could hardly find the control to keep his hands from shaking. A tugging dread crawled through his mind as his fake optimism began to crumble. What if he couldn't do this? What if it killed him? What if he hurt someone?
The Satyr shook his head as he forced an uneven smile and directed his attention to appearing fine. But despite all of his efforts, his heart raced and his focus slipped away. He stepped into the doorway of the main cavern and hesitated.
But before he could rethink his decision, Rose waved with a smile. “Good morning Horns!”
“Morning.” He nodded to her, slipping his hands behind his back as he trotted over and sat down beside her.
“Are you alright? You're awake later than usual.” The Fae raised an eyebrow.
“I’m alright. I will be. Do you have any tea, water, or something like that?”
Rose stopped for a moment, but Morena smiled at him from beyond her. “I do. Would you like some tea?”
“Yes please.” The Satyr smiled gratefully, finally able to let go of the concentration and effort it took to stand, hoping desperately that if he had something to drink, it might loosen the claws of pain digging into his skin from every angle.
“Here.” Morena smiled warmly as she pushed a cup of tea toward him.
The Satyr lifted the cup to his lips as gently as he could. It didn’t help as much as he’d hoped, but it did enough, taking his mind off of the pain for a moment. But the relief only lasted for a moment, as a sudden stab of new agony shot through his shoulder and an intense wave of nausea hit him like a rock.
He flinched, pulling back from the table. “Ah…F- I… I should go.”
“What? Horns! Horns are you okay?” Rose stood quickly.
Jakkon groaned in pain. “Yes… I’m… Fuck, ow, no! No, I’m not okay. Shit…”
Rose’s eyes widened and she started to move toward him, but worry sparked into his eyes as he noticed Rose’s desperate terror and instinctively pulled back to avoid hurting her, standing suddenly in an attempt to back away further. But the sudden motion finally snapped the last string holding him upright and he collapsed against the table, shaking.
“Shit! Fuck! Morena! Get Finn!” Rose tensed, vaulting over the table as Jakkon’s body shrank in on itself and fell to the ground, leaving him to convulse on the stone floor, as Rose began to panic, searching for something to do.
But as she froze, he coughed, blood beginning to foam from his mouth as his body began to shake and jerk violently. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Rose began to hyperventilate as she ripped the coat from her shoulders and shoved it under his head as a hope that it would help prevent any damage from the stones beneath him as her wings flapped and bright orange Roses rained petals so thick it covered both of them. His hands twitched, fingers gripping at nothing in the air as his entire body tensed and shook with him.
Finn and Morena rushed back into the room. Finn lunged for Rose, eyes widening in horror as he caught a glimpse of what was going on. The harpy pulled her back into the hallway, away from what was going on. Rose resisted his hold, screaming and clawing at his arms as she shrieked for her brother-in-law, terrified beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
Finn closed his eyes, trying to shut out Rose's desperate screams as her nails dug into his skin, just like Jakkon when Eveny had died. Fighting and screaming with all his will to save her, now Rose for him. Though she didn't fight like he had. She fought for her brother, for the last thing she had left.
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writingphoenix · 1 day
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Whumper has kept Whumpee captive for so long that Whumpee knows nothing else. However, Whumpee still wants to go out into the real world and meet new people. Whumper arranges for a friend to kidnap Whumpee and torture them. Finally, Whumper comes and rescues Whumpee, ensuring that Whumpee never wants to leave again because the outside world is cruel.
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