#whump ideas

[whump-in-the-closet]

a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's hand uncomfortably wrapped around their collarbone. There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.

The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.

Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."

"No--"

"Or one of them will take your place."

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee waking up in bed, blood covered and shivering. They don’t know how injured they are, but they’re in too much pain to get up. They wonder how they got themselves into bed like this, but a chain around their leg tells them someone else had a hand in it.

[defire]

Manhandling + noncon (not explicit)

Literally cornering whumpee by walking closer and closer until their bodies are pressed up against each other

Twisting an arm and slamming them up into a wall, breathing threats into whumpee's ear

Biting whumpee's ear for struggling against whumper's grip

Whumpee, collapsed on the floor, being dragged up by their hair, forcing them to scramble to their knees with a hoarse groan.

"Oh, you thought we were done?"

Pressing wrists into the bed above their head and kneeling on the inside of whumpee's thighs (there are nerve bundles there so that would hurt)

"oh, don't want to? That's alright--" *slams their face into the ground* "I'll make you."

Pushing them into a room with toys/gags/torture implements with their hands bound behind them, watching them pause and stiffen in horror

Tilting up their head by the chin

Grabbing their hair to pull their head back and assault them with a bruising kiss

Kneeling on their calf to trap them on their knees as whumper slides their arms around whumpee's waist (this hurts the kneecap and calf)

"wait, whumper, wait that hurts--let me--please, I'll hold still, please don't!"

The way that being slammed around into things while they beg makes whumper's voice huff and pitch up on impact

Wrenching whumpee into position and grappling to keep them there as they wind ropes around their thighs and ankles

The little slaps and curses and reprimanding twists as whumper forces whumpee's body where they want them

Yanking whumpee's clothes off piece by piece--this is actually really hard so it would take a lot of struggling, beating whumpee down, and probably threats

Whumpee getting one good punch in, and then the whumper's grapple suddenly turns into a very one-sided beat-down

[cravesunconditionallove]

When you’re writing an injured character, let’s say a broken arm, a nice little tip is that an injured person will literally carry themselves differently. Arm held out to the side a little gingerly, or conversely, held to their body protectively. Elbow not quite fully straight, and they won’t swing their arm back and forth as they walk like they would with their healthy arm.

[whumpwonders]

This makes no sense but I was thinking about invisible ink and how that could be used in whump (not sure why, but hey) and came up with the idea of a Whumper that would 'write' things on Whumpee's skin with a pen while psychologically torturing them, like a non-painful form of branding. Only instead of this scaring Whumpee further, it just confused them because "Whumper that pen does not work."

At the time, Whumpee found it a little funny. Whumper would say so many horrific things while tracing their words over Whumpee's skin, writing over their face, their hands, their back. But no ink was ever visible, it just tickled...

...until Whumpee is rescued by the Team/Caretaker and one day ends up in a situation involving ultraviolet light.

It turns out the pen did work after all. Not only did it work, but it worked well. It was just invisible under normal conditions. The moment Whumpee stepped beneath the UV light, every monstrous thing Whumper had ever said became readily available for the Team to read. Despite being free from Whumper for months, the ink still stained Whumpee's skin, like some kind of twisted tattoo.

Now the Team has to figure out what to do with everything they've just learned, and Whumpee has to figure out how they're going to live knowing that no matter how hard they try to forget, they will never be free of Whumper's words.

[secretlythegodofdesire]

Weapon Prompt 10

Water

Perhaps it's for cleaning, Whumpee is cleaning their wounds, scrubbing their skin to oblivion trying to get Whumper off of them.

Rather it is their smell, their taste, just the feeling of warmth of their skin, it needs to come off.

Cleaning the wounds hurts, the pressure of the shower into open wounds burns, small cuts or huge lashes

Whumper cut hose them down in ice water, the pressure itself hurting more than the actual cuts

Forced to bath in ice water, shivering as the move the cloth, not being able to leave until all the dirt and crap leaves their skin

Or perhaps the helplessness in the water, being restrained under a dripping faucet

Or in the bathtub, whumper lingering in sensitive areas just a little longer than comfortable.

Waterboarding

Being chained in a clear box or tube, the water filling up slowly, just stopping before it engulfs them completely.

Water can heal but it can also weather and destroy over time.

How will you use it?

[kabie-whump]

Magic Whump Week Day 1: Magic With a Price

// burns, self-harm adjacent

I know this one might be overplayed, but I wanna talk about a whumpee with fire powers, except they're not immune to being burned, even by their own fire.

Every time Whumpee's hands light up in flames the motion is accompanied by clenched teeth and heavy breathing as they do their best to appear tough in the face of fresh burns spreading across their already scarred skin. They shake, bite back screams, and sway on their feet as their vision starts to fade, their ears ringing.

The first time Whumpee used their fire powers in front of their team, the team didn't notice the damage at first. they were too impressed by the display, too distracted by the ongoing battle. Besides, Whumpee is so used to it by now that they can control their reaction fairly well, even after the fight is over. But then, after everything has gone quiet, Whumpee stumbles over to Healer, a strained smile on their face as they present their charred hands.

"When did this happen?" Healer asks, perplexed.

By the time Whumpee is finished explaining the whole team has caught on to the situation and they're all horrified.

"You don't have to... do this," Leader says, watching as Healer performs a prayer over Whumpee's hands that slowly but surely knits the burned skin back together. "You shouldn't be using your powers if this is the price. It's not worth it. We can get by without you."

Whumpee just shakes their head, wincing as they flex their now healed fingers. "It is worth it, Leader. I promise."

[eight-littlenightmares]

overly intimate whumpers who touch and hold their whumpees.

whumpees who a: have been there so long and are so touch-starved that they eventually just lean into it, or b: have been there as long as they can remember and think that’s what love is

caretakers who are horrified when they find out the reason whumpee braces themself when they’re hugged

caretakers being heartbroken at how touch-starved whumpee is, the way they’d do anything to be held

[sufrimientilia]

incapacitation

content warning

drugs that make a character woozy and disoriented. slurring words and falling slack, everything too heavy and confusing and muffled

blown pupils, wandering eyes, breathing too much or too little. sweating, shaking, puking, so limp and pale it’s almost like they’re dead

fevers so high a character's mind just turns to mush. glossy eyes tracking the ceiling, listless and unaware until eventually there's sweat sticking all over the sheets and they start mumbling some vague responses to caretaker's questions

tranquilizer dart that brings a character down all at once. one sudden jerk or look of confusion, not enough time to glance at it much less pull it out before eyes are rolling back and they collapse into the dirt

tranquilizer dart that comes on slowly. pulling it out and running and running until each step becomes too uncoordinated, stumbling or getting dragged along by a teammate until even their begging to stay awake, let's go, becomes hazy and distant

struck so hard that everything rings in one ugly roar. staggering or falling, told to sit down, just stay down. so confused and lost, repeating the same questions and forgetting the answer over and over and over again

character so messed up they struggle to follow any part of the conversation. everything too heavy and confusing and muffled, just useless and incoherent and completely oblivious to the situation

nervous prodding or pleading by caretaker, begging them to just stay awake or focus

jostled around by captor, told to get the fuck up and follow orders, easily manhandled and restrained

mumbling nonsense and spilling secrets. stoic characters without any masks, so confused and broken and vulnerable, slipping and powerless in every sort of way

"you're okay, i promise you're okay"

“ah, shit. you’re a mess—”

“I guess you won’t remember this anyways…”

gaze drifting and blank, too faraway to track anything caretaker/captor is saying. nudged and prodded and pleaded at to no avail, just incoherent and out of it

too weak to move. beaten absolutely senseless or bleeding all over the place, a character just hurting and spent beyond means sprawled flat against the ground

getting dragged along or stepped on, pinned down as if they're in any state to go anywhere

hypnotized and stunned into mindlessness. repeated mantras and rewired thoughts, a character made pliable and blank and used like a puppet

paralyzed but fully aware, left slack and useless and desperate with limp muscles and depressed breathing. assumed dead and abandoned, grieved over or dumped aside like a corpse, forced to watch and unable to do anything

poisoned and just getting worse and worse. teammates desperately looking for a cure while character deteriorates, puking and passing out and getting high fevers, hallucinating and begging for relief

characters taken out of commission when they're otherwise the strongest one. exposed to a weakness, given magical restraints or cuffs with neural suppressors to keep them docile, targeted and taken out

vertigo taking a character side to side, brought down and useless

[thewhumpcaretaker]

🖤 Whumpee Looking…Not Okay 🖤

There’s a distinctive moment at which Caretaker realizes something is wrong. Maybe something gives it away. Like…

Staring at nothing.

A nervous habit, like tapping a finger or biting a nail.

Breathing too fast.

Not breathing.

Talking just a little bit too loudly.

Not talking, all day.

Refusing food.

Visibly tired. Eye bags.

Dead eyes.

Eyes slightly widening at the sight of a trigger.

That very small shudder.

Gripping things. Chairs. Railings. Sinks.

Going suddenly pale.

Excusing themself to be alone.

“You’ve been quiet all day. Please talk to me.”

A tear escaping despite their best efforts.

The moment of realization. The way Caretaker’s heart just drops.

[bedtimescenarios]

There's something so terrifyingly beautiful about mind control.

Just imagine- a Whumpee who knows about Whumper's ability. As soon as they end up alone with them and realize what's going to happen, they panic. They attempt to get away, to stay out of Whumper's reach, to fight.

When that fails, they resort to choked pleas, backing away though they know it's futile. Their eyes warily scan the grinning Whumper, who is walking towards them at a painfully slow pace, aware of the fact that they have them cornered. As their back presses against the cold wall, and Whumper's hand delicately makes its way towards their face, Whumpee freezes.

Whumper's fingers gently brush against their face, the cold touch causing them to shiver.

"Don't fight me."

Their voice is sweet as they speak, so much so that, if they didn't know better, Whumpee would think this was their medium. But as Whumper's hand settles on their cheek, and their mind starts becoming foggy, that idea is discarded.

"You'll feel so much better afterwards, you'll see. Just let me in."

Whumpee grimaces, desperately trying to hold onto their thoughts. their thoughts. their, their, THEIR-

"There we go."

As Whumpee's facial features relax, their breathing slows down, and their expression goes blank, Whumper knows they've won.

Whumpee's mind is theirs now.

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee using illusion magic to hide their wounds from their team.

Till their exhaustion catches up to them, of course.

[defire]

Stoic whumpee things I want to do more of:

Content: mention of rape, torture, noncon touch

Eye contact with whumper just following them across the room

Whumper going to touch them and they just lean out of the way as far as they can

Whumper touches them anyway. "Ew." Whumpee growls.

A solid sense of boundaries that slowly wears away, until finally, they just close their eyes, waiting for it to be over

Or, glaring at the wall when whumper touches them

Not having the same "scream" response to pain. Instead maybe they have something more animalistic, like whines or broken moans, or even gagging sounds

Bonus--whumper makes fun of them for this, cause they were hoping for some better screams out of them

A lack of fear turning very quickly into depression. (whumpee accepts their situation? They're going to quickly see how hopeless it is, too.)

Calm bargaining. "I'll kiss your feet." "No." "...I'll suck your dick." "Haha, nice try." *Exasperated sigh* "really? You said I was really good."

Never giving the information they're being tortured for, but compromising literally anything else because they are desperate, they're just also stubborn as hell

Whumper getting curious because of their silence and trying to get them to talk about themselves or their feelings. Locking them in a room and saying they won't leave until they talk.

"we'll play a game. You tell me one thing about yourself, and I'll give you one pretzel for each thing." *Starving whumpee rubs their face and sighs* "Fine. ...My middle name starts with N."

Discordant reactions--Whumpee just miserably laughing at how crazy evil whumper is. Breaking by going defiant. or by just being annoying (picking at whumper's sleeve, singing etc)

Maybe they just feel more depressed than anxious/desperate. Whumper trying to draw out their other feelings gets a chuckle. "That's very nice. I don't care."

Stoic works really well with certain traits--honest, loyal, morose, uncertain, thoughtful, autistic

[whomeidontknowthem]

okay but do you ever think about the inherit twisted intimacy of torture?

two people spending hours together, lost in the same process. fingers on your skin. the only voice you hear for days on end. the only presence you know. the closeness of having your skin be torn apart under their fingers. having another understand perfectly just how much pain you're in. having to rely on them to treat your wounds, being you water and food so you survive and heal. cry before them, break and have your every emotion on display. having them turn into your whole world.

do you get it?

and then -- the way the torturer can use it as another tool.

torture that leans into intimacy. hands stroking your hair as your warm blood pours out of you. soft whispers urging you to stay awake when the pain is overwhelming. strong arms holding you as you cry, those same arms holding you down as you thrush from agony. suddenly gentle fingers pulling your skin back together because you need to heal before you can take more. having your begging be answered with words of comfort that don't stop the torture. waking up to their gentle smile before the pain begins anew. hearing your name on their lips. taking all the comfort from someone who hurts you, because that's the only comfort you'd ever get.

or -- torture that is clinically, intentionally devoid of intimacy. no questions, no words spoken. the only touch you feel is that of the blade and the thick gloves. not being allowed to see their face. knowing no matter how much you beg not a single word of yours will be acknowledged. never being addressed until you forget that you're still a person. being trapped in a hell with not an ounce of comfort. isolation while still seeing someone daily.

or -- a torturer that combines the two. that goes from all the intimacy to none if you do something wrong or if their mood changes. they come in in gloves and you cry and beg to be acknowledged. constant anxiety from not knowing what kind of day it'd be. getting used to their hands closing your wounds before they're gone. breaking down and trying to do your best to fix whatever mistake you've made to have it back. getting used to no skin contact until they take off the gloves. flinching away from touch as if it burns only to immediately lean in. twisted gratitude when they hug you. always fearing losing what little comfort they give you.

you get it, right?

[spinzolliii]

There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.