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i’ve talked about this before but one of the best things I think we can do as whump writers is gag our whumpees. is that man talking out of turn? should he be talking at all?? yeah lmao I didn’t think so

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Alright whump community I’m about to blow your mind.

Rabies.

You heard me, it’s the most whumpy thing imaginable. It has no cure, only fourteen people have ever survived. It’s slow, it’s painful, and it’s perfect. It causes aggression, paranoia, a high fever, hallucinations, foaming at the mouth, and a fear of water so great people literally dehydrate to death. Imagine being a whumpee who got bit by a wild animal with no access to doctors, slowly watching yourself go insane and knowing you’re screwed. A caretaker who has to watch whumpee die in such a horrible way and no hope of them even being lucid in their final moments. A whumper putting their beloved pet down because they got bit by a raccoon.

This is my best idea ever. Intellectually, I’ve peaked.

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Reasons your character may be tortured that don't revolve around trying to get information:

(for those who care about accuracy and don't have time to research psychological techniques)

Revenge: the torturer feels wronged by their victim, and wants to make them suffer.

To get at a loved one: the victim isn't the actual target, but hurting them will emotionally affect or demoralize the torturer's enemy.

To force someone else's hand: similar to the above, torture by proxy to force the torturer's target to turn themselves in, sign a binding document, or make an impossible choice.

To coerce a confession: the torturer needs to pin a crime on someone, and their victim is a believable scapegoat.

Propaganda: we've captured one of your strongest men, now watch as we make them break down and beg for their life.

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Guys I colored my dream drawing :3

Look at the poor baby after his vicious whipping.

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Whumpee looked into the knife drawer, "if he wants a dog, I'll give him one." They grabbed the sharpest knife they could, "he will regret how he's treats me."

Whumpee went into the living room and eyed Whumper's leather Lay-Z-Boy, remembering all that was done to them in that chair.

They went wild with cutting up the chair. They stabbed the knife as deep as they could.

As they stepped back to look over their work, they paused and realized they cut themselves and got blood everywhere. They dropped the knife suddenly realizing what they just did.

Suddenly the front door opened.

"I am so dead", they whimpered

Whumper rounded the corner and saw a bloody Whumpee, as they got closer they saw their chair.

"Whumpee, what did you do"?, he gasped.

"I uh", Whumpee looked at Whumper wanting to cry, "I don't know."

"You made a mess", he looked at the blood, "let's get you cleaned up, then deal with this."

Whumper looked over the cut, "it's not to deep", he held a compress over it, and when the bleeding stopped, he bandaged it.

"Why aren't you yelling at me", Whumpee sighed, "I know your mad, just get it over with."

"Trust me, your punishment is coming, I'm not extremely mad, I actually just bought a new chair to replace that one", Whumper sighed, "this isn't going to slide though, that was extremely dumb and stupid of you."

Whumpee wanted to throw up. Their brave front was starting to crumble. They dry heaved.

"Don't throw up", Whumper stated, then clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"Go upstairs to my room, I'll be there in a few minutes", Whumper sighed.

"May I go pee first?", Whumpee staggered in the hall leading to the stairs.

"Go ahead" Whumper picked up the knife and a few pieces of cloth, "my room right after."

Whumper realized something as they sauntered up the stairs into their bedroom. They gave Whumpee an evil grin.

Whumpee's heart sank, expecting the worst. They dropped to the ground, "please sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Whumper hogtied Whumpee and gagged them with their dog bone gag.

"You know I could make this worse", Whumper grinned at Whumpee again, and patted their head, "but I think I like what this means."

Whumpee looked up at him, "hmph", they questioned into the gag.

"It means all of that training is coming through", he laughed, "only a dog would tear up their master's chair."

Whumpee fought against the bindings. They hated how true that was, they hated themselves, and they hated him.

"Also, you asked for permission to pee, just like a dog", he laughed, "this is great."

Whumpee started to hyperventilate. They stopped fighting the bindings and gasped for air.

Whumper went to leave, Whumpee watched as the door closed, that last bit of hallway light filtered in. Their eyes met Whumper's, tears started to fill their eyes.

"Good night pet", Whumper laughed.

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When a Whumper angrily trips/shoves Whumpee by the stairs and they just

All the way down to the landing and then just

At the bottom.

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Slapping

A backhanded slap to humiliate them when they’re already kneeling hands tied behid the back at their captors feet, which is as much for show as it is about the pain

A slap to shut them up

A slap to snap them out of it when they’re panicking. Their friend knows it’s a shitty method, but it works and the whumpee is actually grateful

A slap to keep them from passing out, “hey! stay with me!”

A slap to wake them up after far too little sleep, still sitting in the chair they were tied to during an interrogation that lasted forever

A slap that leaves them sticking their chin out defiantly, insulting the whumper one more time

A weak, almost playful slap when they’re already lying defeated on the floor, delivered just to drive home how helpless they are

A slap as punishment for having said something rude or out of line to their superior, so hard it brings tears to their eyes

A slap each time they fail to answer a question to the satisfaction of their captor. It happens so often and in such quick succession the sensations merge into just a searing, throbbing pain, each new hit doubling its intensity

A slap to startle and disorient a blindfolded whumpee. They’re already scared and whimpering

A hard, sudden slap right across the face to change the scene from Suspenseful Conversation Between Equals to Hero Is At Their Antagonists Mercy

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caretaker dedicating their life to hunting down the people that hurt whumpee

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No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Monstrous musk, hideous scents foreign to civilization. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow

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tw conditioning, pet whump, captivity, starvation

"What are you?"

"Fuck off," Whumpee spat. Whumper looked unfazed. They weren't the one starved and dehydrated, of course, why would they be fazed?

"What are you?"

"Just give me the fucking water, man! Dead, dead is what I am if you don't fucking give me that!"

"What are you?"

If Whumpee had any water left in their body, they would've cried. This was so messed up and stupid. They resolved not to answer this time, because to Whumper's credit, at least they never repeated their stupid question if they didn't give a 'wrong' answer.

The silence stretched between them, only ever unnerving one of them. The one who had something to lose. Whumpee's eyes were fixed on the water bottle, and they subconsciously licked their mouth. They were so thirsty.

"A pet," they muttered eventually. Whumper didn't look smug at all, nor pleased.

"What are you?"

"I said the fucking thing! A pet! A fucking pet! Can I get my fucking water, please?"

It was infuriating. Like talking to a goddamn brick wall without a single emotion or response.

"What are you?" they repeated for the thousandth time, always calm, always gentle.

Whumpee took a deep breath and thought about the refreshing, cold water sliding down their throat. "I'm a pet, sir."

The small bottle was tossed into their cell, and they scrambled to get the cap off and empty it immediately, as fast as they possibly could. It wasn't cold at all, but it was refreshing, it was life, and their life was all they had left after being stripped of everything else.

"See you in a couple days?" they mocked. "When you try to pull this out of me again? Because I'll let you know right now, if you think I'll just start answering your stupid questions after this, you're an idiot."

Whumper extended a hand, and Whumpee rolled the bottle across the floor so they could take it away. Whumper grabbed it with a small smile, the first Whumpee had ever seen from them. "See, this is progress," they said softly, holding up the empty bottle. "The things you do for me without hesitation. It's all about the little things. Right now, the big thing is admitting what you are. Soon, that will be a little thing you do for me without thinking, because you'll have another big thing to resist. Isn't that beautiful?"

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Humiliation hotspot

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good afternoon you dazzling homosexuals

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'My sweet angels' I say with tears in my eyes and excitement in my veins as I construct the most hurt for my characters I can imagine.

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me while writing: oh nooo you poor thing. please don't cry. shhh it's okay.

also me: ooh let's see how i can emotionally and physically break my characters today

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Boot to the throat!!!! Boot to the throat we need more boots to the throat cutting off air, leaving a bruise, crushing the trachea… stomp

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not to be dramatic but i love boxie unboxings sfm

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whumpee being so dehumanised and stripped of their human rights that when they’re rescued a simple “what do you want for dinner?” sends them spiralling >>