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more rescuers and caretakers who have no fucking business being rescuers or caretakers let alone both. stumbling on someone else in worse shape mid-escape and deciding on a whim to drag them along for the ride. criminal seeing someone they weren't supposed to mid-job and making an impulse decision. caretaker finds whumpee huddled in their dingy safe house and has to figure out what the fuck a food group is. you get it.

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I see you like Forsaken and also whump,,, do you perhaps,,, do,, fandom-specific whumps, .

Typically, no. I tend to do just general whump stuff, unless specifically requested.

Though, I'm always open for people to request in my inbox. <3

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June 1: “Where am I?”  | Slurred Speech | Duct Tape | Darkness

Trigger Warnings:: heavily implied kidnapping, implied drugging, Whumper just being generally insane

Word Count:: 727

When Whumpee woke up they immediately recognized a handful of things.

They’re in pain, so much pain. So much pain that it’s unbearable. Their head is throbbing, along with the rest of their body. It’s so bad that they want to crawl out of their skin.

Their face is probably the only part of their body that doesn’t feel like it’s been run over by a garbage truck. In fact, their face feels oddly numb, and when they try to move their jaw, open their eyes, or use any part of their face, it feels like they’re trudging through a thick vat of heavy mud that’s weighing down their every movement.

Once Whumpee can get past the pain and numbness, they’re able to take in the pressure of something holding their wrists as well as ankles together and the strong smell of adhesive that lingers in the air and clinging to their body like a flea to a dog.

It’s pitch black, which Whumpee probably should have started off with, but the pain was far more noticeable, especially with the dampening on one of their other major senses.

Out of all listed items, Whumpee would have to say that the darkness was probably the worst part. It wasn’t that they were scared of the dark, it was more the fact that all of their other senses were now on high alert. So their pain was worse, the smell of adhesive was far worse.

Whumpee’s hearing was a lot better, too.

So, that helped Whumpee when the sound of footsteps rang down the hall. (What Whumpee assumes to be a hall, since they still have no idea where they are and it is still pitch black).

There was a pause of footsteps, but that was only for a mere few seconds. A jingle of keys rang out, a lock sound twisted and then a crack of light slipped through one end of the room (Whumpee assumed that’s where the door to this room was. That would be good information for later).

Just as quick as the light slipped into the room, it slipped right out. The door slammed shut and then there was another round of footsteps.

When the footsteps inevitably ended, Whumpee had an awful feeling. Like a dreadful sense of fear. Like some awful, evil entity was stood looming over them.

“Hello, Whumpee! It’s good to see that you’re finally up!”

A grumble sounded through the room and then a voice mumbled out, incoherent and slurred words.

“Who’re… who’re yoou?” Whumpee paused, listening to the way their own voice sounded. They smacked their lips, attempting to wet them to help their own speech flow more properly, since right now, they sound drunk.

Maybe they are drunk. After all, they felt woozy, had most likely blacked out, and were in some random place in who knows where.

“W’ere te he-hell am I..?” Whumpee began to sputter, but continued speaking none-the-less. “Waht’ss goin’ onnn!?” Whumpee barked as they spoke, increasingly becoming more frustrated as their questions went unanswered.

The other person was silent for only a few moments longer before they began snickering, which then escalated to full blown laughter, only fueling Whumpee’s rage.

Once the other person calmed down, they began to speak.

“Let’s start from the back shall we-!” As the other person spoke, they took a step towards Whumpee. They could tell from the sound of shoes hitting the floor and the way the voice became audibly closer than it was prior. “What’s going on: you’re going to stay with me for a little while.”

The other person let a gruff laugh pass their lips. “Where are we-” they leaned in closer, leaning down enough Whumpee could feel their hot breath trace over their skin, making the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. “Well, we’re in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, and we’re inside my cabin. If we’re being specific, we’re in my basement.”

There was another brief pause, but that was only momentary as Whumpee felt the cold grip of someone tight grabbing their jaw, tugging them forward and slightly off balance with their arms still tied behind their back.

The other took a couple of shallow breaths, and with the proximity left a humid feel lingering on the bound person’s face.

“And, my name? My name… is Whumper!”

Tagged People:: @juneofdoom

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June of Doom 2025 Text List

1. “Where am I?”                                  | Slurred Speech | Duct Tape | Darkness

2. “I’m worried about you.”                     | Infection | Protective | Confession

3. “No one will find you.”                       | Kidnapping | Murder | Prisoner

4. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”         | Crutches | Denial | Whimper

5. “You’re not looking so hot.”                 | Rash | Hypothermia | Bully

6. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”              | Hopelessness | Pliers | Bargaining

7. “Watch out!”                                     | Explosion | Crush Injury | Trap

8. “How many fingers am I holding up?”    | Concussion | Mugged | Drugged

9. “You’re not going to like this.”              | Injection | Hammer | Hunted

10. “Somebody had to do it.”                   | Buried Alive | CPR | Flashback

11. “What happens if I…?                         | Cold Sweat | Branding | Experiment

12. “It’s no use.”                                     | Locked Door | Carry | Lost

13. “On three.”                                       | Sprain | Amputation | Electrocution

14. “I’m trying!”                                      | Memory Loss | Adrenaline Crash | Knots

15. “Please.”                                          | Blindfold | Fall | Touch Starved

16. “Are you scared yet?”                         | Handcuffs | Humiliation | Interrogation

17. “Give me another chance.”                  | Bruises | Begging | Mercy

18. “How long have you been like this?”     | Stabilization | Left for Dead | Flare

19. “I’m not going anywhere.”                   | Natural Disaster | Illness | Brainwashed

20. “That’s going to be one hell of a scar.” | Wound Cleaning | Salve | Examination

21. “Anything but that!”                            | Knife | Nails | Breaking Point

22. “Stay with me.”                                  | Survivor’s Guilt | Succumb | Sedative

23. “Don’t move!”                                   | Firearm | Precipice | Internal Injury

24. “I don’t feel so good.”                        | Disoriented | Fainting | Blurred Vision

25. “Get in.”                                           | Cage | Ransom | Basement

26. “When will you learn?”                       | Sleep Deprivation | Shackle | Injury Reveal

27. “I’m so sorry.”                                   | Weak | Embrace | Miscalculation

28. “You’ll get used to it.”                         | Starvation | Hostage | Catatonic

29. “I’ll never stop.”                                 | Obsession | Fight | Revenge

30. “This is it, isn’t it?”                              | Doubt | Ambulance | Crying  

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

“You’re asking for it.”

“I tried.”

“Maybe it’s better this way.”

“Let me have a look.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Gamble

Noose

Bees

Immortal

Wire

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Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're plagued with night terrors.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because it's hard for them to lay on their bad, due to their scars.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're on high alert; too nervous to let themself fall asleep.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they think Whumper will find them when they're sleeping.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're terrified of the dark.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because of their chronic pain.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they are such a light sleeper that the slightest noise wakes them up.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're scared that once they fall asleep, that Caretaker will abandon them.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because their sleep schedule is so messed up that they sleep whenever.

Whumpee who can't sleep at night because they're scared of Caretaker; they're scared that they'll turn out just like Whumper.

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Some food for thought when it comes to pet whump::

If Whumpee was made to crawl on all fours because- "pets don't walk on two legs" does that mean that after they were rescued, they would just continue to crawl?

After all, Whumpee has been walking on all fours for years, and they don't even know if they can still walk on two legs.

Would their body even be able to handle it? Or would they just simply collapse if they tried? Could their body even handle their own weight?

Did they even know how to walk anymore?

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About Me   🪼⋆ ｡ 𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ * : ･

The Basics

₊ ⊹ Name:: Anthony

₊ ⊹ Pronouns:: He/She (slight preference for he)

₊ ⊹ From:: United States of America

₊ ⊹ Language:: English (planning to learn German in the future)

₊ ⊹ Fandoms:: Pretty much just Minecraft stuff (Hermitcraft Lifesteal, Unstable Universe) also Forsaken

      ⋆⭒˚.⋆ I am into a couple other things, just those are my favourites

₊ ⊹ Hobbies:: Reading, writing, and sometimes drawing

Adjacent

₊ ⊹ About This Blog::

      ⋆⭒˚.⋆ I primarily use this blog to write whump, occasionally write other miscellaneous things (hero and villain stuff, mostly), and share my thoughts as a silly little writer guy

Random Stuff

₊ ⊹ Other::

      ⋆⭒˚.⋆ My dms are always open for pretty much anything, so I’m down to talk ideas or just chat about random stuff

      ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Also, since I just wanna explain my display name, it’s because I’m diabetic irl

      ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Last thing, you may or may not recognize me from early to mid 2023 when I originally made this account and when I was still posting on it. The reason as to why I abandoned this account for so long was because I was in a bad place at the time mentally. Though, now that I've been doing a lot better, I'm going to start posting on this account again

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We've probably all heard of the

We've probably all heard of the villain x hero trope where hero and villain are married.

But, what about a trope where villain and hero are high school/college exes? Their relationship ended on very bad terms and now villain is dedicated to making hero's life a living hell. When villain heard wind of hero getting their official hero licsense, they decided that their life mission would be to become a villain.

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Defiant Whumpee List

Content Warning:: drugging, sedation, injuries, non sexual nudity, swearing, self-harm

Whumper and Whumpee

Whumpee will fight Whumper whenever they get the chance: scratching, clawing, biting, and kicking. They'll usually fight them until they physically can't anymore.

Defiant Whumpee, who won't let Whumper say anything to them without a snarky remark following it. A mocking tone or a comment under their breath, anything that would grind Whumper's gears.

Whumper sedates Whumpee for whatever reason and Whumpee fights the sedation until they pass out from the drugs.

On the other hand, from sheer will-power, Whumpee has to have a higher dosage of sedatives because they just won't pass out.

Whumpee who can't physically move because of restraints, so they can only scream and swear at Whumper. Most of it is just "Fuck you!", "Go fuck yourself!", "Suck my dick", and "You're an asshole!"

Whumper forces Whumpee to call them sir/ma'am or master and in retaliation, Whumpee says it in the most sassy demeaning way.

Being told to speak/apologise and instead Whumpee stays silent.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know it makes Whumper angry. They want to be the only one that hurts Whumpee.

Whumper gagging Whumpee so they can't speak, because if they can't speak, they can't mouth off.

Caretaker and Whumpee

Whumpee doesn't want to believe that Caretaker does not want to hurt them, so they try to get under Caretaker's skin. They try to get Caretaker angry and to snap at them, so Caretaker would show that they are just like Whumper. Just like everyone else.

Even when Whumpee is covered in injuries, they will punch and kick Caretaker just because they don't want to accept the help.

Follow up, sometimes, the only help they'll accept from Caretaker is the items they would need to patch themselves up.

Or, we have a once defiant Whumpee. When they were with Whumper they were nothing but defiant, but now that they're with Caretaker, they're just compliant. Now that they're safe, there's no need for them to fight.

Whumpee is so used to Whumper being weird about their body that they don't want to get undressed around Caretaker, even when it's so Caretaker can help give them a bath.

Caretaker patching up Whumpee and asking "Who did this to you?" or "How did you get these scars?" and then Whumpee responds with "None of your business."

Whumpee denies that anything is wrong as they cry, even denying that they are crying at all. They wipe tears from their face and sniffle, but still continue to deny that something is wrong.

Caretaker trying to find out what's wrong with Whumpee and instead of doing anything, Whumpee closes in on themself and stops speaking.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know that it's a hassle for Caretaker to heal their wounds. When Caretaker tries to heal their injuries, Whumpee refuses.

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Ignoring the fact I've been gone for over a year, here's a whump prompt I like. <3

Whumpee is so used to how their Whumper would react to situations that now they are with Caretaker, they assume that Caretaker will react the same.

While Caretaker was out, Whumpee accidentally bumped into an end table, which teetered and then fell over. When it fell over, the lamp that had been sitting on it shattered.

Whumpee immediately panicked, worried about how Caretaker would punish them, just how Whumper used to. It was like Whumpee could feel the burn of the coord lashing into him and the sting of glass imbeding into their skin.

There were two things that Whumpee could do in this situation...

A. Hide the broken lamp in hopes of Caretaker not noticing it's absence. If Caretaker did end up finding the lamp, it would only make the punishment worse in the end.

B. Wait for Caretaker to get home and immediately tell him what happened. There was always two ways it would go. If Whumper had a bad day, they wouldn't hesitate to beat Whumpee, but if they had a good day then they would go much easier on Whumpee.

Whumpee chose the former, hoping that Caretaker had no sentimental attachment to that lamp.

It took Whumpee only a few minutes to clean up the mess; pick up the end table, sweep up the glass, and hide the remnants of the lamp in a drawer hidden away in a closet that had been opened only once or twice since Whumpee had been here.

It was a couple hours later when Caretaker got back from work and at most five minutes of Caretaker being back for him to call out to Whumpee. "Hey, Whumpee! Have you seen the lamp?"

Whumpee broke down, hiding inside of the closet in his room, holding his breath, praying that Caretaker wouldn't find him.

From down the hall, Caretaker called out again. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee could hear the sound of Caretaker's socked feet hitting the floor as he walked down the hall, directly to Whumpee's room.

Right outside his room, Caretaker spoke, voice quiet. "Whumpee, you in there?"

Whumpee couldn't help but sob out, tears trickling down his cheeks. Caretaker pushed open the door and then walked up to the closet, pushing the door to the side.

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee, then quickly dropped down to his knees to Whumpee's level. "Oh, Whumpee, you poor thing."

In wasn't even a second and Whumpee was wrapped in a warm hug. Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's neck, wetting the collar of his button up. "I-I'm sorry Caretaker. I broke it. I-it was an accident. I p-promise it won't happen again."

Caretaker shushed and coed Whumpee, swaying Whumpee in his arms, telling him that it was okay. "It was an accident, Whumpee. I know you didn't mean to Whumpee. You're not in trouble."

Those last words, "you're not in trouble", made Whumpee break down all over again.

Alt for if Whumpee had told Caretaker immediately when he got home::

Whumpee had been kneeling for hours apon hours on the hardwood floor at the front door. His knees most definitely had bruises littered across them.

When Caretaker finally got home, he was met with Whumpee he looked pale as a ghost and had almost gotten slapped in the face by the front door.

"Whumpee, what's going on-?"

Caretaker had barely enough time to finish his sentence when Whumpee started speaking quickly, like his life depended on it.

"I broke the lamp, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen again."

Whumpee's eyes were facing the ground, but Caretaker could still see he was bug eyed and frantic. He reached out his arms and hands, wrists turned up, exposed to Caretaker.

For a few seconds, Caretaker was taken aback, he didn't know what to say.

"That's no problem, Whumpee. It's just a lamp. I'm not going to be angry at you for accidentally breaking something."

Whumpee didn't move, head still tucked down and wrists still out. Caretaker reach out to Whumpee, but quickly retracted his hands when Whumpee flinched hard.

Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee and they sat like that for so long. Caretaker not wanting to move as to not scare Whumpee and Whumpee to scared to move as to not anger Caretaker.

The cycle of silence finally stopped when Whumpee let his body relax, leaning into Caretaker and letting the tears he had been holding back for so long, fall.

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Putting this in my queue for the 1 year anniversary of this blog <3

Happy 1 year to my silly little blog!!

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Whump Oc Concepts

Here are some whump oc concepts that I have for people to use :)

Whumpee and Whumper::

A rare mythical creature that has things like wings/scales/poisons or anything like that with expensive prices. Whumper finds an injured Whumpee and decides to keep them for that purpose only. Whumpee would want to leave, but they think it's better than living injured and possibly dead. (Stockholm syndrome type stuff).

A world where vampires rule over humans. Whumper keeps Whumpee, who is a human as a pet. They used to fight it, being there at all, but after awhile Whumpee starts to enjoy being there. They live with a prestigious vampire ruler that feeds them and keeps them alive. (Possibly also stockholm syndrome)

A mad scientist Whumper who works day in and day out with their other apprentice Whumper. They use people and other creatures as their test subjects which are their Whumpees.

A doctor Whumper who slowly poisons their Whumpee until they die/get incredibly close to death.

Whumpee and Caretaker::

An opposite doctor Caretaker who slowly finds out about the Whumper doctor who is poisoning and gets them sent to jail. They get Whumpee back to health successfully.

Two dragons one a Caretaker and the other a Whumpee. One was a neglected dragon and the other was a large powerful creature. The Caretaker takes Whumpee in at first due to pity, but then decides that Whumpee is nice and wants to keep them.

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Ghost hunter caretaker/whumper and ghost whumpee is sending me..!!

Caretaker hunts evil spirits/ghosts for a living but just simply can't imagine ever hurting whumpee since they are just so cute and nice

Whumpee is terrified of humans since they're so used to people trying to exorcise their houses of them and being scared of him

When caretaker comes and finds whumpee inside of someone's house and instantly decides to just take them with them back to their house

Whumpee freaks out and doesn't want to go but caretaker captures them and just brings them back to their home

The reason caretaker is also referred to as whumper is because they did technically take whumpee against their will but it was better than their prior life

They don't live in fear anymore, they have food and proper shelter, and they're aloud to freely roam the house as long as they don't exit the inside

Life is a little more nice for whumpee and now caretaker has a semblance of a friend or family

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{Don't read this if you are sensitive to the topic of death or drugging, I care about you and your comfort more than anything else}

When Whumpee was kidnapped, Whumper was idealy looking for someone to keep as more or less a house pet. Someone who they could keep at their home for the rest of both of their lives, someone who they can keep they is obideiant and compliant, someone who won't be a problem.

And Whumpee isn't the ideal, not at all.

They are loud, brash, and indepandant. Like a large feral animal that can't be caged under any circumstances. Unless they are made to be compliant. Physically not able to be their usual brash and loud self.

Yep, Whumper plans to drug Whumpee into the compliance.

At first when Whumpee was being drugged it went the same every time; Whumper walked in with a tray of medical tools. Scalpals, needles, sedatives, the full nine yards y'know.

Whumpee would freak the fuck out and would fight. Biting, scrathing, belowing, and anything along those lines.

It would take practically all of Whumper's force to hold them down and give them the drugs.

After that, Whumper would give Whumpee some down-time to let him get used to the feeling of the drugs. They're dizzy and disoriantated more than anything else. And along with the pain, groginess, and terror they aren't a happy camper, one bit.

Whumper realizes that it's hard enough for Whumpee with the entire process of this, so they change their strategy. They'll  start crushing up pills and hiding it inside of Whumpee's food. Even when Whumpee denys the food at first, they realize that if they just won't eat that they are going to end up starving to death.

And now it's been months.

Months of Whumpee sufering.

Whumpee sufering knowing that he is slowly dyeing and losing his life to these drugs.

These days they can hardly even move, or feel their own limbs. They don't even eat most days because they can't bring themself to move their own limbs in attempt to take the food. And if they can move, it's a battle just chewing and trying to swallow.

Whumpee can't move, either.

At first they were allowed, and able to roam around Whumper's house. The only rules in their house was that they couldn't leave and that if a door is open, they can't go in. They can ask to go in, but if they so no, it's a no.

Now Whumpee just can't do anything. Not a  single thing at all.

All they do is sit in the missery of their bedroom, sulking.

Lastly, Whumpee can't think properly.

Whatever drug they are being given messes with their thought process. It takes most of their physical strength to get somewhat complex thought to be coherent in their mind.

The only thing Whumpee can think about is that they are dying and they can't do a fucking thing about it. They are stuck in the statue like state. Curled up in their own bed in a constant state of misery.

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Here's an idea :)

Whumpee is cocky more than anything else. They're a loud mouth, cocky, and rude.

When Whumper captured them it was just a blind get in, get out kind of thing. They weren't looking for anyone in preticular.

Whumpee wouldn't be kept around long enough for them to care. That's what Whumper told themself

Eventually when Whumpee wakes up the first thing they start doing is being bashful and trying to escape from his own bounds.

Whumper hadn't found the need to gag Whumpee when the had grabbed them, and now they are kind of happy they didn't.

What followed when Whumpee noticed Whumper and what they did to them was ugly.

They threatened to kill them, harm them and their family, and just about anything that was harmful in nature.

Whumper just smiled and listened to Whumpee spew these insults. It was oh, so amusing to them how Whumpee was so cocky for someone who was tied up.

But sooner or later, Whumpee must have said something that had actually struck a nerve or they were just fed up because Whumper grabbed them and hoisted them over their shoulder.

After about a minute or two both Whumper and Whumpee end up in a room that has the aesthetic and vibe of a dentist's office from a bad horror movie.

The thing is, life isn't like a movie.

Life is worse, and much more cruel than the movies make it out to be.

Swiftly, Whumpee was laid down on the large chair, and their bindings were being removed...?

Before Whumpee could react, Whumper was using the metal cuff on the chair to hold them down. First the arms, next the legs, and last the neck.

"This is only going to hurt worse if you try and move. Don't do that and we won't have a problem, okay?" And before Whumpee can protest or question, there was a large needle being pressed into the skin near their jawline. The liquid filling it was cold and uncomfortable.

When Whumpee tried to speak they couldn't properly form any words. Everything was slurred and garbled like he was a child with a mouthful of something.

Then, Whumpee was screaming.

They had no idea what Whumper was doing because of the tears rapidly filling their eyes.

What they did know was that they were doing something to their jaw and that it hurt like a badger was tearing his face open.

Thinking back at Whumper's words of wisdom, they attempted to the best they could to stay still and not squirm around. That was almost impossible, though.

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Whumpee stood there and shook. They tried to force their own body, but their muscles couldn't muster up the force to move.

"Y'know Whumpee?" Whumper was the one who spoke to them. Who else would it have been. They haven't seen anyone else since they had been taken.

"You're so much nicer when your jaw is dislocated!"