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Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
Whump Prompt #1306
Anon asked:
Do you have any collars and dehumanization prompts?
I have a couple:
“Hello, pet.”
The whumper removes any instance of the whumpees names/nicknames. They are just ‘pet’ (or whatever else the owner wants to call them.) They’re not even called ‘blue eyes’ or ‘blondie’ etc.
The collar is one of those barbed ones, or a loop leash that tightens if the whumpee strays too far.
Maybe they’re kept at the whumpers side - forever forced to crawl by them/sit on their haunches.
It takes a long time for them to learn the behaviour… and it'll take even longer for them to unlearn it when they’re rescued.
The whumpee could eventually turn feral - taking on characteristics of a pet.
Maybe the whumper has a ‘pack’ of pets - I can imagine the new addition being unwelcome/being forced to fight for their food.
They’re fed in a bowl on the floor.
If they’re good they’re given treats (small biscuits, scraps of meat etc)
Over time, they feel anxious if they don’t have a collar around their neck. At first it’s claustrophobic, but then they feel too exposed without it.
a rather specific prompt for you :)
whumpee is/ was trained and used a a guard dog. during their time with their master they sustained an injury that causes them to not be able to fulfill their job properly anymore. still wounded, they get thrown out, chained in some allay. whumpee expects to die alone and cold, when caretaker comes along and accidentally stumbles across the abandoned whumpee. they (caretaker) think whumpee is just a regular pet and don’t realize they have a still dangerous guard dog at their feet and decide to rescue them and help them recover. whumpee has never experienced anything like this kindness, especially after becoming so useless, so (after having lost their old master) they immediately bond to caretaker as their new master, and would do anything to protect and please them
tw pet whump, amputation, abandonment, past trauma, broken bones, medical setting, caretaker new master, murder, gore, dehumanisation
"Oh, dear..." Caretaker crouched down by the shivering figure, putting the back of their hand against their forehead. They looked... half-dead, honestly, so the feverish warmth eminating from them was almost a relief. "Who did this to you...?"
The poor thing whined, and they reminded Caretaker of a wounded dog; but maybe that was just from how they were chained up. This was all so horrible.
"Okay, don't be scared. I'm gonna get you out of the alley and to a vet, alright? We'll get you all fixed up."
Another whine, and Caretaker suddenly realised there were other issues apart from the visible sickness. The pet's ankle... it was twisted in a way they'd never seen before. It was swollen, a mix of deep red and purple, bent in a way no healthy foot was supposed to.
"Oh... Oh, this is way worse than I thought, isn't it?" They immediately regretted the comment when the thing looked up at them with those wide, fearful eyes, probably expecting them to just give up now and leave them. "That's okay!" they added hastily. "It's okay. Nothing that can't be fixed! I... I hope... I'll call someone for help."
-
So they'd been wrong. Some things were in fact beyond saving, and Whumpee's foot turned out to be one of them. Amputation, prosthetics... Whumpee was handling it badly.
"I know," Caretaker soothed. "I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But it'll be better later on, I promise, the doctors know what they're doing."
Whumpee let out a soft whimper, a scared one, and Caretaker thought their heart was going to shatter even further. The pet hadn't uttered a single word yet, — maybe they couldn't? — but their face was expressive enough to make Caretaker tear up.
"I'll be here," they said gently. "Every step of the way, yeah? I'll be here for you. I'll help. We'll figure it out."
How? Caretaker didn't know. They weren't planning on adopting a pet, but... they couldn't just leave Whumpee alone after all this. They had an obligation, a responsibility.
If anything, Whumpee's awe-filled eyes just made them more determined.
-
"One foot in front of the other. Slowly. There you go."
Physical therapy was a lot, but Whumpee seemed dead set on achieving every goal weeks earlier than planned. The staff had said it would take four to eight weeks for Whumpee to be able to walk again... and many more before they fully got used to their artificial foot. They were out and about within two weeks, much to the dismay of said staff.
"They'll hurt themself," they'd said. "They should be resting."
"They're very eager to come home, I guess," Caretaker had replied awkwardly, but Whumpee had nodded along, completely serious.
So now they were walking along the corridors, Caretaker supporting Whumpee's weight less and less as they learned the ways and limits of their new life.
-
"I know it's not super fancy..." Caretaker opened the door and stood aside, motioning Whumpee inside. "But I guess it's... homey."
The pet surveyed their surroundings curiously, then turned back towards Caretaker with a bright smile. If they'd had a tail, Caretaker wagered they would've been wagging it.
It made them smile, too. "You like it?"
Whumpee nodded enthusiastically, walking over to the new pet bed Caretaker had bought just a week prior. They carefully set their belongings down next to it, — a shirt, a pair of pants, a pair of socks, and a collar — then made themself comfortable. Testing it out.
"I think we'll get along nicely," Caretaker commented absently. "I mean, I like you a lot. And you seem to like me. I don't see how this could go wrong."
-
Caretaker couldn't believe their eyes.
This couldn't be real.
Was that blood? Was that blood on Whumpee's clothes, and hands, and... face?
When the pet spotted them they immediately fell to their knees, whimpering in terror. They tried to wipe their hands on their victim's shirt, to no avail.
"Whumpee, what– what's– what's going on...?"
Whumpee was crying now, getting more and more desperate about ridding themself of the blood, as though that was the only evidence as to what they'd done. As though they could erase it all, if only they managed to erase the stains.
Caretaker walked closer, eyes wide with shock and horror. So much blood. So much gore.
Their sweet pet had done this?
"Why...?"
Whumpee scrambled to pick up some sort of equipment, struggling to hold it between bloody fingers. A lockpick, Caretaker noted distantly. They put it down on the floor in front of their feet, then quickly grabbed something else: a knife, this time. They put it next to the lockpick. Then they crawled back, flattening themself against the floor like a dog who knew it'd done something bad, whining as they waited for the verdict.
The stranger had been a burglar. Was it... self-defence? No, this had been a brutal murder.
"You're– you're a guard dog," Caretaker said softly, because they didn't think their voice could handle anything more. They got but a whimper in response. "This... Oh, dear. This is not... This is not good."
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Brutal whump idea:
A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.
Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.
The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.
Hiss
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Warnings: restraints; kidnapping; pet whump; blood; biting, defiant whumpee
Whumper surveyed their new pet as they knelt on the floor, their arms bound behind their back. Whumper was very pleased. This one was very….pretty. “Welcome, my pet.”
“Pet?” Whumpee tilted their head. “That’s a first.”
Whumper frowned. “Yes, pet. This may come as a–”
“Wait, like pet pet?”
Whumper took a slow breath. New pets always took training. This one was proving to be…difficult. “I am your master now. You will listen to me!”
Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Listening has never really been my thing.”
“Then you will learn,” Whumper sneered. They cast about for their crop. This one was testing their patience.
“I’m assuming you would much rather a warm cuddly pet. Never had a dog. Mother abhorred all things with fur. The man who raised me, he had cats.” Whumpee continued to ramble on.
“What are you going on about, my pet?” Whumper asked as they snatched their riding crop from the desk.
Whumpee’s eyes grew wide as Whumper brought the crop close to Whumpee’s face. Whumper brought it under their chin, lifting it slightly. “I-I was just saying I don’t have much practice with pets.”
“Well, I can teach you, pet.” Whumper whispered. “You were around cats?”
“Sometimes. Not too often. My sister is allergic. But,” Whumpee’s blue eyes shined brightly as Whumper ran the crop down Whumpee’s body. “But I did have a pet once.”
Whumper cupped Whumpee’s face delicately, crop poised to strike if needed. “Oh? My pet had a pet? And tell me, pretty, what did you have?”
The blue eyes turned icy as Whumpee twisted in Whumper’s grasp. “Snakes.” Whumpee bit down on Whumper’s hand that cupped Whumpee’s face. Whumper howled and attempted to strike Whumpee with the crop, but Whumpee lunged forward, shifting Whumper off balance.
The two of them fell into a heap on the ground, Whumpee thrashing violently as they continued to bite down on Whumper’s hand. Whumper’s pained shrieks drew the attention of their minions who flooded the room and one of the minions hooked two fingers in Whumpee’s nose forcing Whumpee to release Whumper.
Whumper jumped up, snatched their crop and slapped Whumpee across the face. “That was a bad pet! How dare you bite your master!” They slapped Whumpee again.
Icy blue eyes stared up at Whumper, defiant as ever. Whumpee licked the blood off their lips. Whumper’s blood. “Hiss hiss, motherfucker.”
What about a whumper that has to leave whumpee alone for a long time but wants to make sure whumpee doesn’t forget them while they’re gone. Maybe they leave them tied in a vulnerable position or maybe with a special toy 🤫
Once again, how horrible:)))
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"Y—you can't."
Whumper smiles. They don't pause as they string their favorite little pet up, tightening the ropes until they won't be able to move an inch.
Their favorite phrase, really...because then they can show just how much they can.
"I'm sorry, pet," they murmur, stroking down the poor thing's tear-stained face. "I know you'll miss me. But it's just today...and I'll be home tonight."
Whumpee whimpers, tugging at the restraints. They wriggle, uncomfortably, legs spread against their will (as usual), and Whumper watches. Loves to watch, always.
"That's...that's...h-hours, what...what if I need to—"
Whumper presses their finger over Whumpee's lips. Silences them, as they should be.
"You don't need anything until I tell you you do," they say. "Not a thing. Isn't that right?"
Hesitantly, Whumpee nods. "Y-yes...Master."
Whumper feels a thrill of pleasure through them, leaning to kiss their pet gently. "Good. Very good. And you know what...you are right. What if you do need? That little hole of yours always needs something. I shouldn't leave it empty."
"No—" Whumpee mumbles, shaking their head, but Whumper's already in motion, reaching over to the drawer beside their bed and rummaging through it before they pull out something that makes Whumpee sob.
"I just don't know how far the remote control will be able to reach it," Whumper says, frowning, and then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it tonight."
Whumpee cries out, but even as they try to squirm they're kept in place as Whumper preps them and then gently slides the toy inside. Tests it once, and watches Whumpee whine and shiver beautifully. Keeps it going just long enough that their pet is about to fall over the edge, and then stops it.
"I'll take care of you so well tonight," Whumper says, kissing over them, loving the way their chest heaves under their lips. The way their body craves more, even if their pretty mouth protests. "I'll see you soon."
They fasten a gag around Whumpee's mouth—"I don't want you screaming anything that isn't just for me."— and then they're gone.
Whumpee's sob turns into a cry of pleasure as Whumper clicks the remote again, off and on, higher and lower, all the way down the street until the thing beeps and loses contact.
Disappointing, but not a real problem. It's still inside them, and they still know exactly who put it there, who they belong to, and who owns them.
And they'll take care of their precious Whumpee properly tonight, like they always do.
Day 4. Four Calling Birds - Hosted By @amonthofwhump
Muzzled | Memories/Flashbacks | Favorite Holiday Memories
(TW: anxiety mentions, muzzle/bit, intimidation, threatening dialogue, implied past abuse, pet whump, kennel/caging)
They didn't know why they did it in the first place. They were stupid, stupid to think that he wouldn't hear when they'd said it so loudly to him. They even tried to hide it in their sobs but he'd tormented them so badly, they couldn't control the single word that might cost them their tongue.
In all their years with Whumper, they didn't utter such damning protest. Whumpee had never gone as far as to tell him 'no'. Especially not as loudly and as demanding as they had en route to a direct question of his. But now the damage was done and hours later, they laid in wait for him to punish them.
When the door creaked open and Whumper's shoes tapped at the flooring, each step made their heart skip the beat he aligned with. It was agonizing but they listened for his arrival and kept their head low in their kennel.
Nothing was said but Whumper opened their cage and left the door wide, insinuating he wanted them to come out. They crawled through the opening and sat just outside, waiting obediently for command.
"I know you remember what you did," Whumper spoke in an easy voice, intentionally trying not to startle them yet.
"Y-Yes, sir.." They saw the edge of something leather bulging from their pocket and they already knew it wouldn't be fun for them.
"I think you've been too spoiled if you're losing control from a little pain." He announced and took out the item they had been living in anxiety from. A muzzle with an internal bit.
They wanted to beg, to plead again but they swallowed it back, they wouldn't allow themselves to speak out. They couldn't earn something worse, he was indeed being gracious when they themselves thought they deserved to be muted. Their Master must have really been thoughtful with his punishment.
"Open your mouth pet, for telling your Master 'no'." He ordered lowly, intending to give no room for question.
They merely complied. They dropped their jaw and refused to look at him as he placed the bit between their teeth and strapped the first buckle to the back of their head. A second strap latched a small external cage over their parted lips and crossed behind their ears. It wasn't too bad until he tightened it.
He pulled the tension as far as it could go and shoved the center nail into the shortest latching hole to secure it. He heard them gag and sputter, fighting for a moment against the metal shoving against their tongue. They wheezed and fought for breath with panic but forced themselves calm at the risk of passing out.
"There there, surely this is better than a clipped tongue, right?" When he raked a hand through their hair, it didn't comfort them and they stifled another gag. They couldn't bear the thought of how long they would be left in the torturous device.
"I know if you could thank me, you would."
ok chat I got so much ideas for whump rn
idk what type of whump do I put it as tho, help appreciated
Like two enemies (superhero/villain, an angel/a demon, you get the idea), but they go from coworkers (or other typically same side related shit), through enemies, to friends/lovers
Like for example:
Whumpee was a ruler, and soon-to-be whumper was their advisor/knight. After an event, the whumper turns away from the "good" side, and became an enemy of whumpee. Whumpee, pursuing the good path, fights them, but the whumper decides (in spite of them) to ruin everything for whumpee in exchange. They destroy the kingdom, kill people, ruin whumpee's reputation, all to get one thing — something super duper important like the position of the ruler. Whumpee, seeing that, has to come up with a better plan to get rid of whumper for good. They form a rlly good one, and "give in" to the whumper, agreeing on everything.
And that's when the whump rlly comes. Before the plan can be finished, they have to play for a bit.
JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES
whumper picking the clothes, and actually everything for whumpee. Getting all their sense of personality stripped away
Whumper could call the whumpee stuff like "doll" or similar
Imagine whumpee being treated as a trophy
What toll is it all taking on whumpee's mind
Maybe whumpee was REALLY powerful and whumper has to take steps to contain them in a very specific way
Where is whumpee kept? A cell? Maybe a luxurious room with golden bars?
The humiliation, just imagine
What's the difference between whumpee's usual appearance and whumper's preferred one?
What clothes is whumpee forced to wear?
Restraints?? Branding??? Maybe some really luxurious looking restraints
Like you get the idea