Whump - Blog Posts
It was an exhausting, rainy day. Caretaker shook their soaked coat off their shoulders before eagerly drawing a hot bath. They passed by whumpee’s door and stopped, hearing quiet sobbing coming from the other end. Their heart sank as they quickly knocked.
“Whumpee? Are you alright?” They asked.
The crying silenced, but so did the voice. Caretaker didn’t wait and pushed open their door-
There they sat on the floor at the end of their bed. Tears drained from their eyes, they gave them a silent-wounded look, seeing them seemed to only overwhelm them more as they curled their arms around themselves and sniffed.
“Sweetheart… What’s wrong?” Caretaker asked, sinking on their knees next to them.
…
“…I feel so small”
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A hand at the nape of whumpees neck, fingers tangled in hair as caretaker gently lowers their head onto a pillow.
i love characters angstily refusing to look at someone
when they’re ashamed or guilty or scared and they want to keep the peace for just a little longer. they know it’s going to go downhill soon so they’re holding onto the last little shred of calmness they have even if it’s fake
and then the character they’re worried about being mad gently grips their chin and says in a quiet voice “hey, can you look at me?” AAAAA then they hesitate. there’s no way that character isn’t mad at them, this is too good to be true. it just makes them refuse to look up more because they want this dream to last forever and ever
but after a few moments of holding back, they slowly look up, tears in their eyes, to see that the character truly isn’t upset with them. if anything, the character visibly relaxes when they finally make eye contact, confirming to the character that, maybe they’re not okay right now, but they will be eventually
bonus points if they’re injured somehow, esp on their face, and the person that’s holding them drags a finger near the wound in concern, examining it and making sure it’s not worse than it looks 😍😍😍
The whumpee isn't ready for it, maybe they don't expect their attacker to hurt them.
They almost mistake it for some sort of odd embrace before they feel a searing pain in their stomach.
The whumper steps away, leaving them clutching the hilt of the blade shoved deep into their flesh, blood begins to drip between their fingers.
The whumpee collapses to their knees as the support of the whumper disappears, eyes cast up to their betrayer, full of hurt and surprise.
just something i've been thinking about recently
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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)
"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"
The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.
The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.
"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"
The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.
The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.
The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.
"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."
"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.
"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."
"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.
"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"
"please."
"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."
A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."
The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"
"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.
"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."
The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.
"p-please."
There was nothing the caretaker could do.
The whumpee's head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut as they tried to calm their breathing.
In, out, in-
Their mind went blank as blinding pain shot up their spine.
They never got used to it. The whumpee's hands spasmed as, with a mind of their own, they tried to reach for the collar around their neck. All this resulted in was the whumpee pulling rather painfully at the ropes that suspended them from the ceiling.
Even if their hands were free, there was no way the whumpee could get this off. It was locked tightly, supplying shocks at what seemed like random intervals.
They struggled to keep their footing as another one ripped through their body, there was barely a break between this and the last one.
The whumpee let out a ragged sob, "you're not even watching! Why- what.. purpose does this serve?"
Silence.
Nothing but the whumpee's own heavy breathing.
"Please stop," they whispered, too quiet to be heard by anyone outside the room who might actually be able to fulfill their request, it was more of a quiet prayer.
There was no answer.
Teen Wolf s3 x 1
Daniel Sharman | Isaac Lahey
Whumper fakes whumpee’s death so they don’t have a vengeful caretaker after them. But later: the grief stricken caretaker sees whumpee again for the first time after they’ve escaped and can’t believe their own eyes.
Please tell me what you think of this cruel, cruel idea I had--
Whumpee has been Whumper's toy for years now, systematically broken and healed just to be broken again
After Whumper had broken them enough that they would disobey only in the smallest of ways (would cry when told to shut up when the pain got too much, something like that) but wouldn't fight Whumper any longer, they gave Whumpee one small mercy. One item of comfort.
And when Whumper finally tires of them, desiring to truly break someone again?
Whumpee is gifted to someone else. That someone else was told about the comfort item and decides, why should Whumpee have it? It will only make them disobedient.
So what do they do? They use that item against Whumpee. It could be a blanket or pillow, so often cuddled or used to hide in, now used to smother Whumpee or restrain them. A stuffed animal ripped apart and used as a gag. Something made of rock or stone heated and used to burn Whumpee over and over, you get the picture.
And then Whumpee is rescued, maybe even just requested for a visit by their old Whumper. And that Whumper gets to see their former whumpee go from skittish but obedient to absolutely terrified. And when, out of the kindness of their heart, they try to hand Whumpee their comfort item?
They get to hear them scream.
HEY THIS IS SO EVIL I LOVE IT
that stuffed animal one breaks my heart especially😭 I'm hugging my blahaj tight and pretending it's not real 😭(okay but it's so evil I adore it)
but hehe I love love love this kinda evilness!! taking the one small, good thing in whumpee's life and using it against them to the point it's tainted forever to them!! that is the good shit!!
but also it's so mean I would need like. some comfort stuff after this idk give the whumpee a hug?? a new comfort object that's different from the first?? my heart can't take this I'm too soft
anyways. may I add onto this with a list of other ideas :O
If the comfort object is something hard, then throw it at the whumpee!
the first whumper let them listen to some of their favorite music as a comfort? play it while whumpee is being tortured to condition them, and then turn it on whenever so they panic :)
serve the whumpee their favorite food, but poisoned or drugged to give them a bad time!
whumpee has a cozy oversized jacket with too-long sleeves? turn it into a straitjacket!
only let whumpee have their comfort object when whumper is nearby. watching whumpee. maybe taunting them, hurting them, until their comfort object is associated too much with whumper.
also for the post-visit/rescue stuff!!
first whumper is super confused, tries to place it in whumpee's hands. it doesn't go well!
first whumper taunts them once they realize what's going on, laughing at whumpee for being so scared of something they once adored
whumpee is scared that first whumper is going to use their comfort object against them as well
if it's post rescue, caretaker holds their shaking hands, asks them what's wrong, and gives them a nice hug :D
caretaker helping whumpee find a new comfort object!!
whumpee feeling secure that their important and meaningful possessions are safe, and no one's going to use those against them
Frozen Tears
Warnings: captivity, hypothermia, cold torture
“HELLO!” Whumpee shouted as they banged on the door to the cell they’d been thrown into hours ago. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”
They had been banging on the door for hours. Hours after Whumper had shoved them in here. Hours after they had walked every inch of the tiny cell looking for a way to escape. Hours after realizing if they didn’t get out of here soon, they would likely freeze.
“PLEASE!” They said as another shiver wracked their body. They were so cold. And so tired. But they couldn’t stop.
But they had to. It was becoming too hard to raise their fist to the door. Too hard to keep standing. As they slid down the door, rolling into a ball, they began to cry. It was hopeless.
Whumpee was too tired and cold to notice that their tears froze on their cheeks, beading their eyelashes with tiny icicles. They were too cold and tired to notice the camera pointed directly at them from an observation window. And they were too tired and cold to notice when the door finally opened.
Barefoot Whumpees
Being barefoot is vulnerable, particularly in a culture that doesn't require people to remove shoes when they enter a house.
Think about the intimacy and control involved with stripping someone of their shoes and socks. It's the last bit of protection.
Cold Floors
Rough Terrain
Dry, cracked, or bleeding feet.
Whumpee held captive in a cell and unconscious from the infected wound on their side. Whumper coming in and apathetically pouring alcohol/antiseptic on it. Whumpee screaming themselves awake, their body writhing from the agonizing pain.
OR
Whumpee slouched against a wall with a hand pressed to their wound, blood seeping through their fingers. Caretaker coming over with a rag, a bottle of antiseptic, and gauze. Apologizing to Whumpee but that it needs to be done. As the wound is disinfected, Whumpee throws their head back against the wall with a hoarse shout, losing consciousness as a single tear falls from beneath their lashes.
Whumptober #3
Trope of the day: impaled
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“Oh fuck …” Whumpee looks at his shaky, blood smeared hand and his breath catches in his throat as caretaker’s hands work on his body.
“It’s okay, you’re okay. At least … kinda,” the older mumbles as he helps whumpee move his legs to lay more comfortably. Whumpee knows that this is a lie, but he doesn’t comment it. Even if he wanted to, his mouth doesn’t even open.
That doesn’t stop him from whimpering when caretaker moves his shirt up, brushing against the knife still sticking in his abdomen. “Fuck, I know it hurts, I’m sorry.” The words ring in his ears, as he manages to give him a little nod. He knows he doesn’t want to hurt him. He never does and that makes caretaker special … at least in his sad example of a life.
His hands move unconsciously, fingers brushing against the object in his body, which makes him panic a bit. Gone. He wants it gone. In his pain-filled delirium, whumpee tries to take the knife out, but caretaker quickly grabs his hand, holding it in his own.
“Hey, look at me. Look at me, whumpee. That’s good. Good. We have to leave it in, otherwise you’ll bleed out before the fucking ambulance has the chance to come pick you up. Yes, I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry, but you have to wait just a little bit longer,” caretaker explains and his thumb circles over whumpee’s pale hand and he gives it a quick kiss. “Hold onto my hand, squeeze it, if it helps, but keep your fingers from that knife.”
Whumpee holds onto caretaker like a lifeline.
hero keeping villain as a trophy, showing them off at parties and letting anyone do whatever they want to them
"Stop! Stop it! Get AWAY from them!" The Caretaker thrashed wildly in their binds, ropes cutting into their wrists.
The whumper didn't spare them a glance.
They only had eyes for the trembling figure in front of them.
The whumpee's knees were pulled up to their chest, eyes wide with fear.
"Get away, don't touch them! Don't fucking touch-"
"It would be better for your friend if you kept your mouth shut from now on."
Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.
But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.
“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone.
“….”
“I’m alive.”
A feral whumpee that attacks anyone that comes near them- except for the whumper, as they’re the only person they’re scared of. People that try to help the whumpee are usually hurt by them, and are usually repelled by this behavior.
When whumpee is already kneeling and whumper hits them, hard, causing them to fall to the ground
Bonus points if they're manhandled back to their knees
A fun whump aesthetic: a character being helped out of heavy plate armor
Is it done fast, blood-slick fingers pulling at straps and hastily undoing buckles, the pieces thrown carelessly aside to be picked up later, time is running out and they need to get all that metal out of the way to treat the wound underneath?
Or slowly, gently, telling the character that shh, they can rest now, they've done their part and done it well, others will take it from here?
Harshly, on a captured enemy knight, forcibly stripping them of first their weapons and then their armor as they're fighting back tooth and nail, to put them in chains afterwards, vulnerable without their armor in the light, sweat-drenched shirt and arming jacket and breeches they wear underneath?
The team watching their weakest and youngest be tortured by whumper, whumpee’s screams echoing against the walls as they beg for them to stop.
Vs
The team watching their stoic leader be tortured by whumper, swallowing down their pain with grunts and gasps, which only angers whumper further.
Having a cliche/typical medieval fantasy setting for my whump OCs is something I feel like I haven’t been using to my advantage enough
- bear traps/animal attacks/other wildlife or nature related whump
- and related, attacks from magical or mythical animals/beasts
- arrow and sword wounds, bringing about infection and fever
- treating injuries without painkillers
- healing magic that hurts, both the person being healed and/or the person healing them (magical exhaustion or taking on the injured person’s pain in order to heal them or similar)
- magic whump, just in general (mind control? poisons, spells that hurt/cause damage to the user, curses and cursed items etc)
- dungeons???
Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.
In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:
"I need to get to caretaker's house"
Injury Prompts #952
Needle to the neck
Injury Prompt #996
Chased while injured
Injury Prompt #1025
whipped on the back
Injury Prompt #1026
Strangled by a cord
Submitted by: @wild-selenite-caffine / x
Shrodinger's BatCat Child
DP x DC Prompt
When Selina was pregnant with her's and Bruce's child, she was thinking of settling down and raising the child. But when she had given birth to the boy, someone had broken into the hospital and stolen not only her baby but also other babies had been taken from the hospital. She tried to find out who took her baby boy but couldn't find the perpetrator.
Heartbroken at the loss of her baby, Selina masks her grief with being Catwoman. She doesn't tell Bruce about their baby boy, even after the new boy that goes under the Bats wing. She does treat each new Robin as if they were her own son. She talks to Harley about what had happened when Damian comes into the fold, where she then reveals that she had a baby with Bruce to the man and what happened to their baby after a few sessions with Harley.
Danny is on the run from Amity, from the Fentons, from the GIW, and from Vlad. The Fentons found out about him being Phantom and attacked him. They then teamed up with the GIW to hunt him down. He doesn't want to go to Vlad, as the Fruitloop is slowly becoming more and more crazy to get him to become his son and slowly focusing less and less on Maddie.
He heads to Gotham, as the city spirit, when she was chosen to be part of his court because of her knowledge and power, had told him that he was one of hers, a child born in Gotham to a woman that wasn't Maddie, Catwoman, and that's also how he found out that he's the son of Batman as well, because Lady Gotham gave him that answer as well, but she didn't tell him their real names. He just hopes that his mom and dad will be happy to learn that their son is still (mostly) alive and on his way to them.
And then Danny is caught by the Joker. He couldn't put up that much of a fight as he used up a lot of Ectoplasm escaping the lab he was in. Tucker's family moved away during middle school, and so did Sam's family when the start of high school came, Jazz had returned from college to help him escape the lab he was held in, but had to go back if she wanted to keep the scholarship.
The Batfam was having a family day out in Gotham. Bruce and Selina were engaged and wanted to bond as a family. Then Joker began broadcasting across Gotham.
"Hello Gotham! Today, I have a special guest with me"
The camera panned to a boy tied up in a chair, head hanging low.
"Brucie Boy seems to have forgotten to mention that he has another brat to call his own, so I took it upon myself to inform you all about him!"
When Joker grabbed the face of the boy and showed it to the camera, the entire Batfam tensed. Because the boys face had the features of both Bruce and Selina, the cuts, bruises, and blood on the boys face couldn't hide that fact, and now they need to find the boy to save him from what Joker has planned for their son.
It's very unpleasant, better do it twice. Thats what a hero would do.
Deadpool #36