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Nabi. Ma'am. Miss girl. My love. Please read the neon, blaring, bloody writing on the wall:

"!!!YOU ARE IN DANGER!!! THE MAN WHO JUST HAD YOUR BROTHER WHIPPED IS CALLING YOU A DANGER!!!! RUN AWAY!!!!!!"

*shakes her* *shakes her so hard* I love you but GIRL have some fucking survival instincts please

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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"You're sulking again."

No response.

"Little demon this attitude was what earned you this in the first place. You can not be mouthing off when we have an audience."

Silence.

"Aziphem!"

The demon twitched at the sound of it's name, turning to glare at it's master.

"I don't want to do this to you. Cut the attitude and let me help you."

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Beating the hell out of someone but it’s an exorcism with a priest whumper

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Whump prompt:

You are captured and sacrificed to summon a demon. What the summoner didn't know was that by using your blood, the demon was bound to you rather than them. When the demon appears, it breaks your bonds and you escape with it....

Only to realize that it's in even worse shape than you are. The summoning pulled it away from its own torment (by angels or humans, writer's choice).

Now the two of you are on the run from both of your tormentors, and neither of you knows exactly how the summoning affected you.

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With some inspiration from @whumpwillow's Demon's Haven and @whump-tr0pes's Lux In Tenebris

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tiny demon being dunked in a bucket of holy water?

Thank you for the prompt!! One deep fried tiny coming up

Content Warnings: tiny whump, demon whump, torture, punishment

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Fingers pinch the demon's tail and lift him from the box he has been trapped in. It hurts to be held like this, his tail burning from the strain. He is tossed into a mesh wire strainer with a long handle and the towering human carries him in it over to a bucket of water.

It isn't just any water, he knows.

"Please," he begs, clutching the edge of the strainer and peering up at the man. "Please, it'll kill me..."

He isn't expecting a response, but the human chuckles.

"Unlikely. It's diluted. I know it won't kill you, because I've done this before to every other little pest like you that tries to steal from me."

"I won't do it again!" he promises. "Let me go and I'll get far away and never come back!"

"Oh, you'll never come back alright. You'll be lucky if you can move after I'm done with you."

"No, no, no, no!"

The man submerges the entire sieve and its contents in the bucket. Rather than the scalding burn of pure holy water, however, the effect is subtler at first. His skin prickles uncomfortably, a sensation that grows until stinging like needles over every inch of him. He keeps his eyes and mouth shut tight. When he is lifted from the water he lets out a ragged gasp; he is shaking like a leaf, tingling all over like static.

"See? Not so bad."

The horrible feeling has just started to ebb when the strainer lowers again. The demon rasps out another little "no" before he is engulfed in the water again. This time the burn is greater, like every inch of his skin is being scraped against sandpaper. It is agony on his open eyes and down his throat as he unintentionally takes in a gulp. Like before, he is lifted out again, coughing and hacking violently once he meets the air. He tries again to beg but his voice will not work. He feels like he is wrapped tight in pain.

Lowered again, the little demon lets out a whine and curls in on himself, as if that will protect him from a thing.

Ten times.

The human dips him into the water ten times. Each time is more excruciating than the last. His skin feels sore and raw and simmers with heat. Pangs shoot through his stomach after swallowing so much of the water. At first he convulses and wheezes each time he is pulled out, but by the final time, he is faint and half-conscious.

Suddenly it is bright all around. The demon groans and shields his eyes. Cool air hits his skin and it becomes clear he is outside. The human carries the sieve with him in it for some time, deep into the woods behind his house. When he has gotten far enough for his liking, he holds the sieve out and tips it over, letting the little creature drop to the ground. He lands on a bed of moss, but even its softness is too much for his tender skin.

Finally the human leaves the demon there, defenseless and so weak he can hardly move, just like he promised.

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FUCK YEA WES WHUMP

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you're a TEASE CALICO! /j but dude I didn't realize the last page was a spinoff, I was s o ready for Wes to get his ass kicked lmao

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Okay, so this is really random: but I see a lot of like 'inexperienced' Whumpees who are the weakest/youngest out of the group

But like what if the youngest is the one everyone fears, I mean they're in the group for a reason

Picture this very specific scenario: The team is captured by Whumper and they are all taken to the same room, chained up to keep them from running or trying anything: and here comes Whumpee (a teenager that's like half the size of everyone in the room) with these insanely complicated locks, maybe they're wearing a straight jacket, with multiple guards while the rest of the team got one or two

Because if you think about it, younger people would have to work harder to prove their strength and 'worth' to the team. There has to be a reason for them to stay on the team

However my personal favorite of this trope is that the youngest is just so unpredictable; not only are they talented/wise beyond their years but you truly never know what they'll do next with all the talent they harbor

Maybe Whumper hates them because at least he can fall into this rythme with the rest of the team and learn their habits: but he physically can't do that for youngest because there is no routine or habit to fall back onto

Maybe they mastered a rare magic form at a young age, or were trained as a soldier

Then think of the CARETAKING OPPROTUNITIES?? A parental Caretaker that shows Whumpee what it's like to be a kid, who worry about they're little reckless living death wish 24/7, and give them a mom/dad that they deserve

I just love young, anti-hero, vigilante Whumpees who have seen so much and learned so many things at such a young age, to the point where they are constantly on the verge of villain because of their genuine desensitization to it all

Which causes everyone to be at least a little afraid of youngest, in some sense of the word

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"Are you lonely?" whumpee asks, picking at their tattered clothes. Whumper seems surprised, "What do you mean, you silly thing?" Whumpee avoids whumper's hand when they try to pet them. "You only talk to me because I can't leave, right? If--if you had some--" they struggle to find the words, "if you didn't need me, would you let me go?" A hard line furrows whumper's brow, "Why would I not need you, whumpee?" Whumpee can't quite meet their eyes, "I...do you even need me now?" Whumper leans over whumpee, voice low as teeth graze their ear, "Let me show you how much I need you..."