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All His Fault

TW: Conditioned Whumpee, Mentioned Past Kidnapping

Medic walked into the room and found Whumpee squinting at what looked like a word search. They seemed more relaxed than the days prior. They didn't sit as stiffly on the white sofa anymore, now wrapping an arm around the leg pulled up to their chest in a more calmed manner while the other stretched out. He smiled, somewhat relieved to see them doing something other than hiding in his office from Team Leader. 

“How are you feeling today Whumpee?” 

They raised their head with a curious expression. “Um… okay. I guess.” They nodded slowly before looking back down at the paper. 

Medic walked over and noticed Whumpee hadn’t found any words yet. Maybe he should have left something else for them to do. “Would you like a pen or anything?” 

“A pen? Uh, no, I’m… I’m okay.” Whumpee shook their head. 

He hummed. “Any nightmares or anything last night?” 

“No…” They leaned closer to the paper. 

“Do you need help?” 

“No.” 

Medic nodded and walked over to the doorway. “I’ll get you some breakfast, alright? I’ll be back.” He walked out the door once he saw Whumpee nod. When he stepped out of the room, he nearly ran into Team Leader who apologized sheepishly. “You’re alright.” Medic smiled and waved him off. “What’s up?” 

“Is Whumpee alright?” Team Leader asked in a whisper. 

“Yep. They’re completely fine from the looks of it.” Medic’s smile fell. “But I’m still concerned. I mean I don’t want to say that they’re lying about being okay but I just… I don’t understand how okay they are. I mean being kidnapped and held against your will is traumatizing but it doesn’t seem to have effected Whumpee whatsoever.” 

Team Leader risked peeking into the room. “Maybe it really is me…” 

“No, no it’s not that. It can’t be you.” Medic shook his head. “Don’t blame yourself for that. After all, people process their trauma differently. Maybe I should just leave it alone…” He sighed. 

“But it is my fault. If I was there in time, Whumper would never have kidnapped Whumpee. There’s no telling what he did to them. He probably brainwashed them, hurt them, or–or—” 

“Team Leader.” Medic placed his hand on his shoulder as he spoke sternly. “Don’t put everything on yourself. Not everything that went wrong that day is your fault. Not every bad thing that happens to us is your fault.” 

Team Leader’s gaze shifted elsewhere as he stood in silence. He took another peek in the room at Whumpee. 

No matter what anyone said to soothe him, all of this was his fault. 

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Valuable Person

TW: Choking, Implied Kidnapping

Whumper growled as he stepped closer to Whumpee’s weakened body. “You pathetic little…” His foot sent them flying backwards. He stalked closer even in spite of Whumpee’s attempts to pull themself up from the floor. “Can’t rely on you for shit.” 

“Sir–” The air was forced out of their lungs when Whumper kicked them a second time. His hand held them up against the wall by their neck as they struggled to breathe. 

“I ask you to do a simple thing and you can’t even do that.” He let go of Whumpee, connecting his hand with their cheek. They crumbled to the floor as he leaned down to whisper to them. “Would you like me to send you back downstairs?” 

“No! Please!” Whumpee instantly sat up. “Please! I’ll do anything, just don’t take me back down there!” 

“Then I suggest you remember what I taught you before I change my mind.” They nodded rapidly. “Now listen to me Whumpee. Since you don’t want to go back down there, prove to me you’ll be useless rotting in a cell. You have twenty-four hours.” 

~~

Whumpee grunted in pain as they walked the dark streets of the city. What could they possibly do to keep themself out of the basement? That seemed more like an impossible task than anything else Whumper had directly asked them for. 

They only had seven hours left and they hadn’t thought of anything remotely worth saving them. With Whumper’s high standards, there was no way they were going to avoid going back downstairs, no matter what they did. 

They could try stealing the most valuable piece of jewelry in the country for him. After all, Whumper wasn’t a stranger to asking Whumpee to steal things. Especially if they were valuable. But that may take longer than the time they have left. And Whumpee knew for a fact Whumper would hunt them down and punish them if they weren’t back in time. 

Whumpee grimaced and glanced down at the new cut that now went down their arm. They weren’t sure where they’d gotten it from or even how long they’d had it. It seemed as if Whumpee was becoming more and more accident prone. 

They paused and quickly hid when they heard a nearby voice. They looked around, realizing the voice was coming from a guy who looked familiar. After a few moments, Whumpee recognized him as the doctor who patched them up after one of their failed tasks. That was a night they refused to remember for a long time. To see that same doctor again almost made Whumpee feel like they’ve gotten nowhere. 

Wait… 

What if instead of stealing a valuable item, Whumpee stole a valuable person? 

Whumpee almost couldn’t contain the grin coming across their face. Of course! Why didn’t they think of that before?! Both Whumpee and Whumper are always getting injuries, considering the dangerous things they do. It would be a major help to have a doctor around! Then they wouldn’t have to patch their own wounds! Whumper couldn’t possibly want to send them back to the basement bringing back something like that! 

~~ 

“Your time is up Whumpee.” Whumper smirked down at them. “You didn’t do anything, did you?” 

“I stole something valuable for you.” 

“Oh? Is that right? Could it be all of the valuable jewelry you failed to collect the first time?” His smirk turned into a deep frown. 

“No sir.” They shook their head, heart racing in excitement. “It’s a valuable person.”

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No Rescue

TW: Restraints, Defiant Whumpee, Noncon Touching, Creepy/Intimate Whumper

Whumper laughed, making Team Leader raise his head. With his arms already raised above his head by a chain hanging from the ceiling while being forced to stand on his tiptoes, his vision briefly clouded. 

“I guess your little team doesn’t care about you after all.” Whumper’s wicked grin widened. “They haven’t attempted to come to your rescue yet.” 

Team Leader grunted, almost dropping his head. “I told them not to…” 

“Did you really?” Whumper stepped up to him. “Or are you saying that to make yourself feel better?” 

Team Leader glared at him, his vision clouding again. “So did you kidnap me to taunt me to death or are you actually going to torture me?” 

“Oh are you asking for it? Because I will provide.” The grin turned into a smirk as Whumper stepped ever closer, his hand coming up to his captive’s chin. “Just ask and you shall receive, you don’t have to worry about that part.” 

“Then do it already.” 

Whumper stepped away, turning his back. “Oh I am. I just haven’t decided what I’m going to do first.” 

“Are you saying that to make yourself feel better?” 

He instantly whipped back around, striking Team Leader’s cheek. For a brief moment, Team Leader wasn’t able to register the action, his dizziness growing stronger. “Don’t you mock me Leader! I don’t need to make myself feel better and justified by spouting out delusional nonsense! Unlike you who needs it for every little thing you do.” 

With a scoff, Whumper left the room in a furious march.

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Animal

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker, Defiant Whumpee, Possessive Whumper

Whumper sighed as he stared down at the stack of papers in front of him. He was tired of looking at paperwork, he really wanted to take a break. No, a vacation.

Caretaker walked into the room and placed a fresh cup of coffee on his desk. Whumper paused when he noticed a scratch peeking out from under their sleeve. His hand instantly grasped their wrist, making them flinch. He frowned slightly and looked up at the nervous expression on their face. His thumb brushed over the scratch.

“What is this?”

“What? I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caretaker forced a smile that Whumper could see right through.

His grip tightened as he rolled up their sleeve, much to their dismay. What Whumper originally thought to be a small scratch, turned out to be one among many large ones. Very few seemed to be healed. “Where did these come from?”

“Where…did what come from?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Caretaker! Where the hell did these come from?”

They went silent, their gaze shifting elsewhere before landing on something to their right. Whumper followed their gaze to the monitor that displayed live footage of the crouching figure in the corner of an unfinished room. Whumper stood, pulling Caretaker towards him before forcing them into the desk chair. They instantly attempted protesting as he turned to leave. He turned back, lowering his voice and leaning close.

“You don’t move from this chair, understand?”

Knowing what Whumper would be willing to do to show them, they nodded slowly. “Yes sir…”

~~

Whumpee didn’t budge when he heard the clicking sounds on the other side of the door. It was probably just Caretaker again with food. He pondered scaring them again to make them go away. The food wasn’t all that great anyway.

When all of the locks were unlocked, the heavy door swung open, hitting against the wall with an ear splitting slam.

Confused, Whumpee sat up, instead finding an angry Whumper marching into the room. However, before he could move another inch, his back was forced against the wall with Whumper’s hand around his throat. He attempted prying the hand off as he desperately gasped for oxygen.

“You got some nerve Whumpee.” Whumper spoke sternly. “Thinking you can just get away with hurting my precious Caretaker.”

“Your precious Caretaker?” Whumpee wheezed. “They seem more like a servant to you.”

“I’ll make you their servant if you ever have the nerve to hurt them again.” His grip tightened. “I shouldn’t even allow you the luxury of getting food in the first place. You don’t deserve it.” Just as Whumpee’s eyes began rolling back and fluttering, his grip loosened. “Since you want to act like an animal, I’ll make sure you get treated like one.”

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Place

TW: Conditioned Whumpee

Caretaker scoffed. “I hate that man.” 

Confused, Whumpee looked up from their glass to find who he was talking about. Their gaze almost instantly fell on Whumper, who was across the room. “Whumper?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded, frown deepening. “Cruellest man to ever walk the Earth. He doesn’t deserve anything.” 

Whumpee remembered that conversation more than any they’ve ever had. They didn’t understand why Caretaker felt that way towards Whumper. They felt he was a great person. After all, he was the reason Whumpee even had a roof over their head. If it weren’t for Whumper, Whumpee would probably be dead right now. 

They watched as he took a sip of whatever he had in his mug this time. If Whumpee remembered correctly, it was tea. “Sir?” 

“Yes Whumpee?” He hummed absentmindedly. 

“Do you know who Caretaker is?” 

Whumper had to pause, attempting to stop himself from choking. Once he could breathe normally, he cleared his throat. “Caretaker?” Whumpee nodded. “How do you know him?” 

“I met him during a party.” 

Whumper thought for a moment. I’m gonna have to make sure he stays in his place. That we don’t have any slip ups and he tries to take away my beloved Whumpee.

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A Deal

TW: Restrains, Choking, Death Threats, Whumpee turned Whumper, Whumper turned Whumpee

Whumpee paced the room, doing everything they could to keep their hands to themself. But they were itching to do something. Itching to hurt the chained up Whumper several feet away. The urge only seemed to grow stronger the longer Whumper stared at them.

Before they could stop themself, Whumpee launched themself at Whumper, wrapping their hand around his neck. “It only takes sixty seconds. Remember when you said that to me?” Whumpee growled as their captor struggled to breathe and break free of his restraints. “I can use those same sixty seconds for you. To end your life.”

“Whumpee! Stop!” Caretaker rushed over and pulled Whumpee away. “Enough! I know you want to hurt him the same way he hurt you but right now is not the time, okay?”

“Right now is the perfect time! No one’s around! No one would hear him scream! We’re in the middle of nowhere! They wouldn’t even find his body!”

Both Caretaker and Whumper were taken aback by those words. Whumper more so than Caretaker. Whumpee really just said that in front of a cop. They were that desparate for revenge that they didn’t care who was around.

Caretaker looked over at Whumper. She had no clue what this whole situation was but based on the pure emotion in Whumpee’s voice, there was a long history between the two.

Whumpee lunged at Whumper again but was quickly stopped by Caretaker who dragged them out of the room. Whumper only watched in silence. He could hear Whumpee crying, even as the door was shut behind the two. He heard Caretaker attempting to comfort them before she came back into the room, shutting the door once again. She kneel down next to him, being sure to keep a little distance.

“You gonna choke me next, Detective?”

“No. I’m gonna ask you what’s going on.”

“Well from what you know an innocent civilian just got threatened.”

“While that is a possibility, I also know raw emotions when I see them.” Caretaker said. “So whatever this is, whatever is going on, you did something to hurt them. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know how you did it. All I know is that if Whumpee’s faking that, they’re a damn good actor. So tell me what’s going on.”

“You saw what was going on. An innocent civilian’s life was just threatened.”

“That’s not the full story. And you know that.”

“That is the full story.” Whumper nodded.

Caretaker leaned forward, a frown appearing on her face. “You know the full story and you’re gonna tell us what it is once I get you to the precinct. I don’t know who you two are to each other but once you get in that room, I want you to tell us everything.”

“Why wait? Let’s get this over with and do it now.”

“Because I can’t force you to say anything. That’s your right.”

“Come on Caretaker, we both know you’re not as sweet as you look. You don’t follow all the rules, do you?”

She was taken aback as she paused to process what Whumper said. She cleared her throat and frowned, turning her gaze elsewhere. “Why is that any of your concern?”

“Because I’m offering you a deal.”

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Act Like It

TW: Choking, Punishments for Misbehavior, Implied Conditioning Attempt, Intimate Whumper

Guys I finally figured out how to write normally again! 😭 Except when it comes to titles. I've been in a slump for what felt like forever but I think it's over now. I decided to revive a scrap I had so I can refresh my brain on my ocs. Enjoy <3

Emory sat on the floor by the fireplace, bundled in a blanket. They were surprised to find themselves here. They guessed Athena truly felt bad for them. Well, not only did she force them into freezing water, she also nearly drowned them. Twice. They flinched at the very thought of it. 

They flinched again when they noticed Athena walking up to them. She had a small smile on her face as she sat down. She had a bowl and spoon in her hand. It was oatmeal. Of course. She picked up a spoonful and held it up to Emory. They leaned away from it, unsure of the gesture. Was there something wrong with the oatmeal? Why was she feeding it to them? Usually, she’d just hand them the bowl and leave. But she was…feeding them? 

Hesitating, Emory reached for the spoon. Athena frowned and grabbed their chin, forcing their mouth open before feeding them the oatmeal. Emory leaned back, tasting for anything strange. When they realized nothing was wrong with it, another spoonful was held up to them. Emory sat in confusion as Athena fed them. They decided that maybe this was one of the things she was going to be gentle about. Once they were done, she left and came back empty handed. She sat in the same spot she was in before she walked away. She smiled softly, her hand reaching out to caress Emory’s cheek. They tried their best not to flinch. They found themself leaning closer upon feeling the warmth of her palm. However, they weren’t able to enjoy the feeling for long when her hand ran down to squeeze their throat. 

“What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?” Athena grumbled in their ear. 

“That you– you would pun–punish me…” Emory gasped. 

“And what did you do?” 

“I–I disobeyed you… I’m sorry! I–” They were dropped to the floor and immediately began taking in as much air as they possibly could. 

“It’s pathetic, Emory. Honestly.” Athena frowned down at them. “I ask you to follow simple instructions and you can’t even do that. What good are you if you can’t do that? Would you like me to get rid of you entirely?” 

“No! No, please!” 

She picked Emory up by their shirt. “Then you better start acting like it.”

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Head Trauma

TW: Blood, Death, Injuries, Amnesia

“—pee!” 

Who’s calling me? 

“Whumpee!” 

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. The sound of metal clanking against itself faded into their ears, making them flinch. They glanced around before attempting to lift themself up. They saw two people dodging each other's attacks. They were armed with swords, swinging them at each other with no hesitation. They watched as one of the swords went through one of the fighters’ chests before they were pushed to the ground. Horror instantly rushed over Whumpee. 

When the killer made eye contact with them, they immediately began backing away as quickly as they could. “Whumpee!” 

They know my name?! Are they gonna kill me next?! Whumpee tried their best to force themself up and run. But the pain in their head wouldn’t allow them to get very far. Falling back to the ground, they tried their best to cease the discomfort and crawl away. They found they weren’t moving fast enough when a face appeared next to them. 

“Whumpee, it’s okay. You don’t have to run anymore.” 

Screaming, Whumpee attempted to shield themself from the murderer. “Please! Don’t hurt me! I don’t want to die, please!” Tears streamed down their face as they were given a look of pure hurt. 

“Whumpee, it’s me, Leader. Are you alright? You’re bleeding terribly–” 

“Help! Help me!” Whumpee cried as loud as they could. 

Taken aback, Leader stepped away. “Whumpee, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“How do I know that?! Who are you?!” 

The look of hurt was instantly replaced with a look of shock. Leader glanced around. Whumpee followed his gaze and spotted someone nearby. Their heart stopped when he called them over. They tried to run away again only to fall and make their pain worse. 

“Whumpee! Whumpee, stop! You’re already hurt enough! Don’t make it worse!” Medic warned as he rushed over to the scene. 

“How do you know my name?!” 

He paused, the same shock washed over him that washed over Leader. Medic looked up at him, silently asking if he heard correctly. He turned back to Whumpee, cautiously coming closer. “I’m going to help you, okay? You’re hurt really badly and I don’t want you to get worse, alright? I’m Medic.” 

Whumpee hesitated, looking between the two standing over them. They nodded, forcing their focus on Medic. “Okay…” 

When Medic helped Whumpee up, they glanced over at Leader who was standing off to the side. “Who is he?” 

“That’s Leader.” 

“He’s coming with us?” Whumpee asked anxiously. 

“Of course. He is our captain.” 

“But he’s a murderer! He just killed someone!” 

Medic glanced over his shoulder at the guilty look on Leader’s face. From that alone, they knew Whumpee’s recovery was probably going to be a long one.

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What was your whump awakening? Someone mentioned theirs in the replies of my last post so I’m curious about other people’s.

Mine was when I watched The Three Musketeers and watched Mickey Mouse nearly drown. I fr fr watched that whole movie just for that one scene. That was the only reason I watched it so many times. I’m shocked no one realized it. Any content that showed a character in pain or suffering, I would eat that up. Like I’m talking jumping up and down excitedly and I was a like toddler when I did this but no one ever noticed it. It got progressively worse as I got older 😭

Back then, seeing stuff like that was rare. But now, it’s everywhere and I love that. There’s nothing like seeing the biggest, baddest character on his knees begging silently or vocally for his suffering to stop. Or the biggest, baddest character showing vulnerability in front of the people who hail him like a god or someone too high and mighty to be considered weak. Or the biggest, baddest character finally breaking after taking more torture than he could have ever imagined. Or even the sweetest, most adorable character being treated like he’s just nothing. And don’t get me started on them being an inch away from death

✨Just so many possibilities…✨

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Is it just me or Transformers is an amazing source for whump. Every time I watch the movies, I think about that. I don’t know if that’s just me or… 😭

To add to it, they sprinkle whump tropes into the movies that gives instant whumperflies. It’s the perfect inspiration. Especially for team whump.

I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but it’s just so ✨

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Should've Been

TW: Blood

“Whumpee!” Caretaker panicked as they searched the ruins of the battlefield. They’d been searching for…how long now? Shit! I lost track of time! Whumpee could be dead right now! 

“Whumpee!” They called, picking through the rubble. They spotted a pale hand sticking out from underneath a pile of metal and rushed over to see who the hand belonged to. “I found him! I found Whumpee!” 

The rest of the team instantly rushed over to help, freeing Whumpee’s body from the debris. Caretaker gasped when they noticed all of the blood staining Whumpee’s clothing. They checked for a pulse and realized there was even more blood pooled underneath Whumpee. The heartbeat was weak. But it was still beating. 

“Is he gonna be okay?” Someone asked. Caretaker didn’t bother looking up. 

“If we get him back fast enough…” They looked up at Leader, pleading with him with teary eyes. They were surprised to be met with a look equally as terrified as their own. They could hear Leader’s thoughts. He was blaming himself for this already. After a long beat of silence, Leader’s gaze turned stone again. 

“We need to get back to the base. Whumpee is our top priority.” 

“But what about Whumper?” Teammate Two asked. 

“Forget Whumper.” 

The team flinched at the bite in his voice but none of them dared to say a word. Caretaker watched as he picked up Whumpee’s motionless body. The same hand they spotted fell awkwardly as he was held close to Leader’s chest. 

When they arrived back at the base, it was slowly becoming clearer that Leader was blaming himself. He stopped speaking and began to distance himself. Once Whumpee was all patched up and resting on a comfortable bed, Caretaker stepped up to him. 

“Leader, this isn’t your fault–” 

“This is my fault!” He snapped. “I should’ve been there! Had I been there, Whumpee wouldn’t be unconscious right now! Whumpee wouldn’t have nearly bled to death!” 

“You don’t know that.” Caretaker continued to speak calmly. “Let’s say you were there and you both got hit. We barely had the resources to help Whumpee before we got back. Imagine if both of you had gotten that badly hurt. And we lost both of you.” 

He stared for a moment, his mind elsewhere. “It still should’ve been me.”

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A Favor

TW: Sadistic Carewhumper, Fire, Bleeding Wounds, Cut, Threats of Violence/Torture, Implied Kidnapping

Carewhumper opened her front door and found Whumper standing outside. She noticed a bag and gallon of sweet tea in his hand. 

“I guess you need something.” 

“Yeah… kind of.” He nodded slowly. 

She grabbed the bag and looked through it. She hummed. “I guess I can help. Come in.” Whumper walked inside the house, following Carewhumper. She pulled out a chair and pointed to it. “Sit.” 

She put the bag down on the table and pulled out its contents. There were packs of cookies, brownies and cigarettes. Whumper reached in his pocket and handed her a lighter. She put away the items before retrieving a medical kit and sitting next to him. “For you to claim to be so high and mighty, you sure know how to beg.” 

“Well, who else could I run to without getting a thousand dollar bill afterwards?” He smiled. 

She frowned. “I should start charging you that much just because you said that. Let me see your arm.” He pulled off his jacket and allowed her to examine the large cut. “What stupid shit did you do this time?” 

“Let’s just say, I… wasn’t paying attention.” 

“You never know how to, do you?” Carewhumper was about to clean the wound when she noticed a bite mark below it. She ran her finger over it. “The hell is this?” 

“A…bite mark.” 

“From?” 

“The same thing that got me a cut…” 

“Things don’t bite Whumper, people do. Who cut you?” 

He smiled. “You sound jealous.” 

“Don’t start with me. I’ll cut the other arm just like this so it’ll match. Clearly they cut the wrong body part.” 

“Are you insinuating you want my throat to be slashed?” 

“I’m insinuating I’ll do it myself if you don’t tell me.” 

Whumper chuckled. “Fine. It was Whumpee.” 

Carewhumper paused. “Whumpee?” 

“Yeah, Whumpee. Remember? I told you about him. You wanna share him?” 

“I know, I know. And no, I don’t want to share him. I just heard his name somewhere else too…” Carewhumper thought for a moment. “The hospital. Caretaker was so concerned about him.” 

“Caretaker? You know who that is?” 

“Yeah, unfortunately I do. They’re my coworker. They don’t shut up about Whumpee.” She rolled her eyes. “He came in a few weeks ago. Caretaker got him. They said he had been found barely conscious on the side of the road by some older couple. Three weeks later, we came to work and he was gone. I’ve never seen Caretaker attach to a patient so easily. It seems like they always get the ones that’s been through it all. Or maybe they do that on purpose. I always thought nurses were weird anyway. They care too much.” 

Whumper narrowed his eyes. “I’m sure that’s why doctors like you don’t work alone.” 

“What? I just think it’s strange to care about someone you don’t know that much.” 

“How long have you been working together?” 

“Couple years. They piss me off. I’m just glad they’re not on my team.” 

“I’m sure a lot of nurses are.” She glared up at him, making him shrug. “Just saying.” She poured an excessive amount of rubbing alcohol over the cut, making Whumper wince. “Are you always this mean to your patients?” He asked through gritted teeth. 

“No, just you. You’re the only one I’m legally allowed to do this to. I would do it at work too but then the nurses might snitch.” 

“I think you just like to see me in pain.” 

Carewhumper hummed. “Yeah, that too. I think it’s only fair for you showing up on my doorstep at twelve in the morning every other week.” 

“You’d do this no matter what time I ask you for help.” 

She wiped his arm and placed a gauze over it. “I still want to make the other arm match. But I know you probably lost a lot of blood because you like to ignore your wounds until the last minute.” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Explain to me why your hand is so red then? It should be pale from losing blood.” He glanced around and shrugged. “Because you were trying to ignore it until you saw the blood dripping down your wrist. Were you not?” 

“No.” 

“Your lies might work on everyone else but not me.” Carewhumper put away all of the medical supplies and grabbed the pack of cookies. “And who told you I lost my lighter?” 

“No one told me. I just saw it and got it for you.” 

“Well I’m glad you did. I need to see if it works.” She bit a cookie and reached for the lighter. When the tiny flame flickered to life, she held it under Whumper’s hand. Watching him try his best not to scream made her laugh. “It’s perfect. And you got it in a nice design. You just might be my favorite patient since I got my degree.” 

“You had a favorite?” He asked breathlessly while gingerly holding his burned hand. 

“Nah, none of them squirm like you do. Gotta have them under anesthesia and all that in order to operate. You, on the other hand, I can torture any way I want.” She smirked. 

Whumper frowned, realizing he once said those exact words to Whumpee. 

What goes around, comes around right?

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Mine & Mine Only

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, Bad Caretaker, Discussions of Torture, Manipulation

Since I didn't do Febuwhump, I decided to write a special for Valentines Day for the amazing Whump Community. A very strange story for a very strange holiday. An insanely mad happy Valentines Day from me to all of you <3

Whumpee frowned in disgust at the calendar. February 14, Valentine’s Day. Ugh, they hated the very thought of it. Sometimes, they hated the month in general. This was the day Whumper so tirelessly prepared for, just for Caretaker. This was the day Whumpee suddenly didn’t exist anymore. This was the day Whumpee realized how much they actually hate Caretaker. 

Ever since she came around, Whumper paid less and less attention to them. That was unless Caretaker gave them attention, Whumper would at the very least acknowledge them. But it wasn’t long before she stopped giving them attention too. Whumpee became irrelevant, almost like they were a ghost casually hanging around the house. No, they weren’t a ghost. They were sure the couple would be more likely to acknowledge them if they were. 

It felt as if they were indirectly saying Whumpee didn’t matter anymore. 

No, they were sure it was directly. Whumper used to leave them little gifts on Valentine’s Day as a reward. He even did it for other holidays. Whumpee hadn’t seen a gift with a name even remotely close to theirs written on it in six months. This was no mistake. This was a message. Even if Whumper gave them half baked apologies for forgetting about them, they still haven’t gotten a gift since. And it was all because of Caretaker. 

Whumpee scoffed and walked away. Whatever. They were going to just ignore everyone else too. For the entirety of tomorrow and maybe even the rest of the month. They didn’t acknowledge Whumpee, so why should they acknowledge them? 

“What’s wrong Darling?” 

Whumpee instantly brightened when they heard Whumper’s voice behind them. They turned around only to find Whumper wasn’t even looking at them. He was on the phone, presumably talking to Caretaker. 

“Are you sure? You sound upset.” 

Whumpee grimaced as Whumper walked by them without glancing over. They stomped out of the kitchen with a huff to finish the rest of their chores. 

When they got the mail, a package was placed on the porch. Curious, they picked up the box and shook it lightly. Whatever was inside had some weight to it and was sealed tight enough not to move around. It was addressed to Whumper, maybe they should ask what it is. Opening the mailbox, they shrieked when a large bouquet of roses popped out. They knew exactly who those were for. 

Would Whumper get angry with them if they threw the flowers out? Who were they kidding, of course he would. He’d probably yell at them and beat them and… 

Wait… If they threw the flowers away, they’d get yelled at by Whumper! And if they got yelled at, they’d get attention! Yes! That was a perfect idea! 

Whumpee paused again. No, that wasn’t a good idea. How long would it be until he noticed the flowers were gone? Hours maybe? No. Whumpee didn’t want to wait that long. They wanted attention now. 

They marched back into the house with the mail, making their way to Whumper’s office, holding their head high. He briefly acknowledged them when he pointed to the empty space on his desk. Without a second thought, Whumpee dropped the box on his desk. Whumper’s gaze instantly snapped away from the computer screen. 

“Whumpee! What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

“What… What do you mean sir?” They asked dumbfoundedly. 

“The box clearly says fragile. Why the hell would you drop it on my desk like that?” 

It did? Whumpee glanced down at the box, now noting the red stamp. When did that get there? They didn’t respond, staring silently at Whumper. He stood from his chair, his hand connecting with Whumpee’s cheek in a swift motion. They were sure their face was bright red now. But that didn’t matter. They got attention! They kept their head turned, hiding their smile. It was quick to dissolve when they were thrown against the wall, the same hand going around their neck. 

“Don’t start acting up because it’s almost Valentine’s Day Whumpee. You forget, I can still put you in your place. Just because I’m not paying attention to you doesn’t mean I won’t do it. I’ll put you back in the basement and leave you down there to starve. Is that what you want?” 

What?! No! That’s not what they wanted! Whumpee rapidly shook their head, wheezing out their words. “No sir!” 

“Then you better start acting like it.” 

When Whumper let go of them, Whumpee almost felt sad at the loss of contact. The warmth from Whumper’s hand was gone and they wanted it back. 

“Whumpee get out of my office. Now.” 

They quickly scampered away. 

~~

Whumpee watched as Caretaker “helped” them tidy up. It felt more like she was trying to be in the way. She already was in every aspect of Whumpee’s life. She was just there. Taking up space. Existing. They frowned and glanced at the glass vase next to them. An idea instantly formed in their head. 

They swiped at it, knocking it to the floor. The shattering sound almost made them feel satisfied. They needed that to happen to Caretaker and her relationship with Whumper. They wanted to see it up close and in person, falling at their feet just like the glass. 

They picked up a shard, allowing it to pierce their hand. They dropped it and screamed in pain as Caretaker rushed over. 

“Whumpee, what happened?” She gasped when she saw the blood. 

“I don’t know! I’m sorry! It’s all my fault!” Whumpee cried, forced tears rolling freely. 

“I’m sure it was an honest mistake. Step this way so I can clean that cut.” She ushered Whumpee to the couch before leaving to grab medical supplies. Whumper stood in the doorway, glaring at Whumpee. He only shook his head before rolling his eyes and walking away. Whumpee didn’t know what that meant, nor did they like that. 

Caretaker came back and began patching up the wound. Whumpee glanced around before lowering their voice. “I hate you.” 

Caretaker didn’t react. “The feeling is mutual.” 

Whumpee stared at her in shock before frowning. “Clearly not if you care so much.” 

She smiled and raised her gaze. “You really think I care about you, Whumpee? You really think you matter to me?” She laughed. “I only do this to make Whumper’s hobby more fun. He gets the satisfaction of breaking you like a brand new toy.” 

They narrowed their eyes. “So you’re only here for his sake?” 

“Why no, of course not. There’s always more.” 

“Well I think you should leave. You have no place here and you don’t deserve Whumper.” Whumpee smirked. “Wait till I tell him how phony you are.” 

“Me?!” Caretaker repeated. Her surprise was very obviously fake. She laughed. It quickly turned into a fit of giggles, leaving Whumpee beyond confused. She took a deep breath and smiled again. “You really think that’s going to work? Oh Whumpee, you’re a lot more hopeless and pathetic than I thought.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Listen to me Whumpee, I have your precious Whumper wrapped around my finger. He’ll listen to anything I say, no matter what it is. He’s never going to give you what you want. Even if that is just his attention. You’ll never get it. Because Whumper is mine.” 

“Well I had him first. He was mine before he was anybody’s.” Whumpee frowned. 

Caretaker giggled again. It weirded them out. Why was she laughing? Whumpee was being serious. It wasn’t meant to be funny. 

She exhaled, still smiling. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? You really think Whumper cares about you? You are nothing but a toy. A plaything. A servant. A maid. That’s all you are and that’s all you’ll ever be. You don’t matter. If something ever were to happen to you, you’d just be replaced by someone else. You’re not as important as you think you are. Just because you were first doesn’t mean anything. You only keep him entertained. These feelings you have for him aren’t being reciprocated. Because he does not care about you.” 

“And what makes you think…” Whumpee trailed off, confused when Caretaker grabbed their hands. They watched in silence as she brought them up to her neck. Panic rushed through their body as she used their hands to choke herself. Whumpee did their best to remove their hands. While they hated Caretaker, they wouldn’t hurt her this way. 

Caretaker pushed Whumpee away and gasped loudly, standing from the couch. “Whumpee?! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“I didn’t—” 

Whumper instantly appeared in the doorway, a deep frown on his face. “What happened now?” 

“They tried to choke me!” Caretaker cried. 

“No I didn’t! She’s lying!” 

Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s shirt, almost picking them up from the couch. “I’ve had enough of you lately.” 

“Sir, I didn’t do anything! Honest!” Despite all of Whumpee’s earlier attempts at getting attention, this was not the kind of attention they wanted. Whumper looked way angrier than they’d ever seen him. 

“No, don’t act like that now. You want my attention, right? Well now you have it.” He let go of Whumpee. 

The last thing they saw was Whumper’s fist and the world went dark. 

~~

Whumper sat furious, frowning deeply with his hand propping up his head against the arm of the couch. Caretaker who was putting away her new present, noticed the look. She sighed and scooted closer before wrapping her arms around him. “You shouldn’t let them bother you.” 

“I’m not. I’m just…pissed. I should force them to fix it.” 

Caretaker glanced at the jewelry box she’d gotten. The mirror inside had been shattered, thanks to Whumpee dropping the box. Despite how calm she looked on the outside, she was furious as well. “We can always get another one.” 

Whumper didn’t respond, still staring into space. A smile slowly grew on Caretaker’s face as a devious thought came to her. She tried her best not to laugh. That’s a perfect idea… 

“I really should drag them back up here and make them fix it. Then strangle them until they’re unconscious, starve them–” 

“Actually, I have a better idea…” 

Whumper turned his head to meet gazes, his frown briefly faltering. “What’s that?” 

“I think you should get a whole new plaything.” He raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Clearly, Whumpee has forgotten their training. Why don’t you just start fresh? A clean slate.” 

Caretaker grinned widely as she watched the gears begin to turn in his head. 

~~

Whumpee perked up when they heard Whumper open the door to the basement. It was obvious that he was still angry with them. His stomping made it evident. Yet, instead of any kind of scold, Whumper began to unchain them. 

What was going on? Were they going back upstairs? Did Whumper change his mind about punishing them? What was happening? 

Whumper placed handcuffs on their wrists and Whumpee raised a brow. “What’s going on?” 

He raised his gaze. “You’re leaving.” He pulled them up and began dragging them to the staircase. 

“Leaving?! You’re getting rid of me?!” Whumpee tried their best to break free. Before they could think, they were thrown to the floor. Tears filled their eyes as they looked up at their captor. 

“I’ve had enough of you Whumpee. Acting out just because you’re jealous of Caretaker and you want attention. Clearly you’ve forgotten your place in this house. You’re only a servant. A maid. Your job is not to beg for my attention, it’s to do what I asked you. But I see you can’t remember that. So since your memory is getting so bad, I’ll just have to get rid of you.” 

Whumpee couldn’t believe the words they were hearing. There was no way Whumper meant anything he was saying. He couldn’t mean it. That wasn’t something he would say. Their gaze shifted to the doorway, catching Caretaker grinning smugly. 

They frowned deeply. Of course they weren’t Whumper’s words. 

They were hers.

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Ballroom Waltz Pt. 2

TW: Bad Caretaker, Multiple Creepy Sadistic Whumpers, Knife, Cutting, Brief Blood Mention, Forced Body Modification, Implied Kidnapping

Part 1

Whumper Two grumbled as he walked across the dance floor to his friends. “You assholes. Always starting shit without me…” 

“We haven’t done anything without you Whumper Two.” Caretaker reassured, patting his shoulder. He pointed to the servant walking by with a tray. “Get you a drink.” 

Whumper Two snatched a glass and frowned as he began drinking from it. “Caretaker said we should go back to old times.” Whumper Two choked on the champagne when Whumper One spoke. He laughed, patting his friend on the back. “Geez, I wasn’t that excited about it.” 

Whumper Two wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Repeat that.” 

Caretaker stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I had an idea. I met a new friend.” 

“What kind of friend?” He narrowed his eyes. 

“A friend that’ll allow us the fun we used to have.” He smiled. 

“Hm… I like that idea. Where are they? I wanna see.” Whumper Two looked around in the dancing crowd. Whumper One grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at the petite figure several feet away. He frowned as he was let go of. “They’re tiny. They’re gonna die before we even get to have fun!” 

Caretaker shook his head. “No, I’m going to give them aftercare once every session is over.” 

“Give them what?” 

“Aftercare. I’m going to clean up your mess and then tell you what to do to make it easier for both of you. I’ve already been talking with them for a couple of years and they’re easy to give up information so I know just about everything there is to know about them.” 

Whumper Two smiled widely. “When did you become so smart?” 

“Well I am smarter than both of you.” 

The men frowned deeply. “Tread lightly Caretaker. We know you’re scared of heights.” 

He only waved them off. “Anyway, Whumper Two, come on if you want to meet them.” 

When they approached Whumpee, they seemed lonely and distant. Caretaker put on his caring facade as he stepped up to them. “Whumpee, is something wrong?” 

“Me? Uh, no, I just feel really out of place here that’s all…” They said sheepishly. 

“Oh, okay. Well my other friend showed up.” He put on a smile. “This is Whumper Two.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Whumpee smiled. 

“No no, it is an honor to meet you!” Whumper Two bowed, taking Whumpee’s hand to place a kiss on their knuckles. 

“Don’t worry, he’s always like this.” Caretaker said upon noting Whumpee’s uneasy expression. 

“So, my Darling, what brings you to this side of the country?” Whumper Two asked in a sultry tone. “Such angels aren’t seen around these parts anymore.” 

“An angel? Thank–thank you…” Whumpee flushed. “Well I don’t really get out much so Caretaker suggested I come to his ball.” 

Whumper Two raised a brow. “So how exactly did you meet Caretaker then?” 

“Oh we kind of bumped into each other one day. Then I kept seeing him and I apologized every time. Even though he said it was fine, I still felt like I needed to apologize.” 

Whumper One and Two briefly made eye contact, both thinking the same thing. They’re a people pleaser. That should make this even more fun. 

“All of that isn’t necessary. We don’t get offended easily.” Whumper Two smiled. “So if you bump into us, we won’t mind.” 

“Caretaker said the same thing but I didn’t want him to think I was being rude so I kept apologizing. Then we became friends and then he bought me this outfit so I could come here.” Whumpee motioned down at themself. They wore a flowy skirt that touched the floor, a button up and a nice suit jacket placed over it. 

“In which you look absolutely divine.” Whumper Two grinned as Whumpee flushed once again. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” 

“Well, Caretaker does have great taste.” Whumper One added, glancing over at his friend who was not so subtly smirking behind his glass. “In more ways than one…” 

~~

Whumpee opened their eyes, terrified as they looked around in the unfinished room. Where were they? Why were they laying on the cold floor? Weren’t they just with Caretaker? What happened? 

“Oh look! They’re awake!” 

“Took long enough.” 

Whumpee raised a brow. Didn’t those voices belong to Caretaker’s friends? Why were they here? Were they going to help Whumpee out of this? “Whumper One? Whumper Two?” When the two emerged from the shadows of the other side of the room, Whumpee felt somewhat relieved. “Why am I here? What’s going on?” 

“Why are you here, my dear Whumpee? Why, because you’re simply too gorgeous for the rest of the world to see.” Whumper Two explained with a shrug as they stalked closer. 

“What do you mean by that?” They asked cautiously. 

“He means that other people don’t deserve to see you. Frankly, I agree.” Whumper One’s hand came up to lightly caress Whumpee’s cheek. “Everything about you is beautiful. Especially your voice. So we can’t help but wonder, are you just as beautiful when you cry? When you bleed? When you scream…” 

“But we won’t have to wonder anymore.” Whumper Two gently grasped their hand before brushing their hair behind their ear. “Because we’re about to find out.” 

“No! No, no, no! Please! Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please let me go!” Whumpee pleaded as the two men loomed over them. Tears began to fall from their eyes and they immediately smiled. 

“You cry so easily!” 

“And you’re so pretty when you do it…” 

“Hm…but that’s not enough.” Whumper Two ran his fingers across Whumpee’s throat, smiling at their shivers. He glanced over at Whumper One. “Tattoo or cut?” 

“Cut. We have to leave a reference just in case.” 

“Alright. Back, wrists, shoulders, what?” 

He thought for a moment before inspecting every inch of Whumpee’s body. “I didn't think of that… we need a good spot. Maybe somewhere hidden?” 

“Why hide it?” He turned his gaze to Whumpee’s face. He leaned close, brushing their ear. “Earring?” 

Whumper One paused and raised a brow. “Earring?” 

“Yeah! Whumpee would look great with earrings, I think.” Whumper Two smiled widely. 

“No! No, no, no, please! Don’t hurt me!” 

“It won’t hurt, I promise!” His smile fell. “Which is unfortunate…” 

“I think we ought to go shopping and doll Whumpee up to our liking.” Whumper One hummed. 

“Yeah! I say earrings and cut! Our initials!” Whumper Two’s smile returned. 

“Sure, sure.” Whumper One was still inspecting Whumpee’s skin. “We still haven’t decided where though…” 

“Maybe we hide it?” 

He paused and looked over at his friend. “So back?” 

“Yes.” He nodded. 

“Alright then.” 

Whumper Two pulled a blade out of his pocket, handing it to Whumper One. Whumpee instantly began to scream and attempt to break free. “Why are you screaming? We haven’t done anything…” 

“You’re both insane! You should be locked away forever!” 

“Ouch… that hurt worse than my gunshot wound.” 

“Well it’s true! You both are just sadistic creeps!” Whumpee cried. 

“If you think that, you should see—” Whumper Two was instantly silenced by a punch from Whumper One. 

“Shut your mouth.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He didn’t respond, holding his cheek in pain as he turned his gaze elsewhere. Whumper One rolled his eyes before lifting Whumpee from the floor. He pulled off Whumpee’s suit jacket. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Don’t be stupid Whumpee, weren’t you listening?” Next he pulled off their shirt in spite of Whumpee’s shrieking. “Whumper Two, hold them.” He quickly did as told, brightening. They both watched, mesmerized by how Whumpee’s blood stained the knife. They started to squirm underneath Whumper Two’s grasp, making the men frown. “Whumpee,” Whumper One started in a distant tone. “I suggest you hold still, it’ll hurt less.” 

Whumpee could barely hear anything over their own crying. Screaming at the top of their lungs for it to stop. Whumper Two’s grip tightened, making it impossible to move at all. The screaming quickly turned into muffled sobs. “It’s okay Whumpee, you’re doing great. Just keep screaming.” 

Despite Whumper Two’s absentminded encouragement, Whumpee couldn’t scream anymore. Their throat began to hurt and they couldn’t catch their breath. They could only weep quietly as they felt the knife carve into their back. Once the dreadful cutting was finally over, they were pulled up into a sitting position. They were met by expressions of sick delight. 

“Aw, look at your tears! They’re so pretty. They almost make me want to cheer you up and tell you everything is going to be okay.” 

“Whumpee, you don’t deserve to be out in the evil world where someone can hurt you. Then we wouldn’t be able to see your pretty tears for ourselves. But that’s alright. Because now, you belong to us.” 

~~ 

Whumpee gasped as they sat up. What happened? Where were they? Surprise washed over them as they found themself placed in a bed with a warm blanket over them. Was this another sick game? Just like all the others they’d been forced to be a part of for the past several weeks? Had it even been weeks? Had it just been days that were going by very slowly for them? 

“You’re awake!” They turned their head to find Caretaker smiling with relief at the door. He walked into the room with a cup of tea. “I thought you’d never wake up. Are you alright?” He placed his cup down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed. 

Whumpee instantly burst into tears. “Your friends! They’re crazy! They tried–they were torturing me! They said the world didn’t deserve to have me! Please, I never want to see them again!” 

Caretaker looked at them in shock before frowning deeply. “Whumper One and Whumper Two? They wouldn’t do something like that.” 

Whumpee stared at him. “You don’t…believe me?” 

“Sorry but no. They’re creepy and weird at times but they wouldn’t do something like that.” 

“Caretaker! I’m not lying! I can show you! Look, these earrings are because of them.” They pointed to their ears. “And this—this too!” Whumpee quickly turned around and pulled off their shirt. They heard Caretaker gasp quietly and looked over their shoulder. His eyes were wide as he reached to touch the cuts. He hesitated. 

“Does it…hurt?” They nodded, hissing when his fingers came in contact with the skin. “Who’s initials are these?” 

“They–they said they would cut their initials on my back and then give me earrings with their initials. They said I belong to them now…” 

As Whumpee sobbed, Caretaker decided to stay silent as he stared at the third initial placed in the center of their back. He wasn’t sure if they were aware of it or not. They couldn’t have been. Surely, they’d be scared of him too if they’d seen his initial carved out on their back along with Whumper One and Whumper Two’s. 

~~

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[suspensefulpen]

Present

TW: Dehumanization, Bad Caretaker, Creepy Whumper

Caretaker stood from her desk as Whumper came limping into her office. She sighed. “What have you done this time?”

He paused to narrow his eyes at her. “Don’t you say that to me.”

She noted the way he was awkwardly holding his left hand. “Right. Then why are you limping again?”

“Pain’s acting up again.” He grimaced as he walked closer. It was then when Caretaker noticed there was blood on his left hand. Whumper waved his other hand. “Anyway, I had this idea.”

“An idea like what?” She crossed her arms.

“I was thinking, maybe I should invest in a stress ball.”

“Invest?” She raised a brow. “They’re too cheap for you to have to invest in one. You have money to spare to buy one right now. And what exactly makes you say something like that?”

“Uh…because I think I need one.” She squinted at him and he turned his head. “Okay it’s because I trashed my office again. Happy?”

“Is that why your hand is bleeding?”

“Maybe? It’s not really—”

She grabbed his hand and inspected the cut. She sighed softly and reached inside her desk. “I don’t think a stress ball would be enough for you. You need a punching bag.”

Whumper laughed. “Yeah, I really do…” He trailed off as a thought came to him, his smile eroding away. “What if I got a person to be my punching bag?”

“A person?” She began cleaning the wound.

“Yeah! Shit, that hurts—” He hissed.

“And what person would be willing to do that?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure I can find one.” He smiled.

“And where could we find one?” She asked as she placed a bandage over his cut.

“We know some people.” Whumper smirked. “And we can get it free of charge.”

“So we’re disregarding them as a person?”

“Why not?” He hummed, absentmindedly running his finger over the bandage as she put away the medical supplies.

“That might’ve been the smartest thing you’ve said in a while.”

Whumper paused. “What did you say?”

“I said that’s the smartest thing you’ve said in a while.” Caretaker repeated as she sat back down at her desk, continuing with her work.

Whumper smiled as he leaned over the screen of her computer. “You think so?”

“Yes.” She nodded, not bothering to look up at him. “I think you should do it.” Whumper’s smile widened. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks, Darling. This is exactly why you’re my secretary, Caretaker.” He skipped out of her office with his head high.

Caretaker smiled as he shut the door behind himself. She would’ve given him the idea a long time ago but she decided to let him realize on his own. It took long enough. And thankfully, a gift she’d gotten for him would be coming tomorrow.

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary 2024 Masterpost

Just like my Whumpcember Masterpost, these are all my entries for Whumpuary

Day 1: Captivity | Snow // TW: Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee

Day 2: Secret Revealed // TW: Implied/Mentioned Past Abuse

Day 3: “Get Away From Me” // TW: None

Day 4: Collapse | Choking // TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

Day 5: Used As Bait | Stumbling // TW: Blood, Kidnapping, Pet Whump, Creepy Whumper

Day 6: “This Is Gonna Hurt" // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Labrat Whumpee, Implied Torture

Day 7: Kneeling // TW: Captivity, Torture, Chain Restraints, Dehumanization, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee, Collars

Day 8: “Help Me” | Lightheaded // TW: Brief Mention of Blood

Day 9: Can’t Move | “Stay. Please.” // TW: None

Day 10: Kidnapped // TW: Kidnapping

Day 11: Blindfolded // TW: Past/Mentioned Kidnapping and Noncon Drugging, Restrained, Captivity, Sadistic/Creepy Whumper

Day 12: Exhaustion // TW: Failed Escape Attempt, Implied Torture, Bad Caretaker

Day 13: I Didn’t Know Where Else To Go” | Bruises // TW: Implied Choking

Day 14: Drugged // TW: Noncon Drugging, Multiple Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee, Blood

Day 15: Muffled Screams | Hostage // TW: Hostage, Kidnapping, Creepy Whumper, Pet Whump, Shock Collar

Day 16: “You Look Awful” // TW: Bad Caretaker, Captivity, Fever

Day 17: Restrained | Hair Grabbing // TW: Restraints, Hair Pulling, Torture, Implied Choking

Day 18: “Make It Stop” // TW: None

Day 19: Gunpoint // TW: Gun, Held At Gunpoint, Conditioned Whumpee, Living Weapon Whumpee

Day 20: Desperation | Can’t Stay Awake // TW: Blood, (Implied) Character Death

Day 21: “Just Get It Over With” // TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 

Day 22: Memories // TW: Past Captivity, Conditioned Whumpee, Past Intimate/Creepy Whumper

Day 23: Rescue // TW: Implied Past Torture

Day 24: “You’re Awake” // TW: None

Day 25: Left to Die // TW: Blood, Bad Caretaker

Day 26: Barely Conscious | “I’m Fine” // TW: Implied Hidden Injury

Day 27: Flinching | Breakdown // TW: Bad Caretaker, Pet Whump, Conditioned Whumpee

Day 28: Sleep Deprivation // TW: Noncon Drugging, Conditioned Whumpee, Implied Past Captivity

Day 29: “You’re Safe” // TW: TW: Creepy/Intimate Carewhumper, Conditioned Whumpee, Manipulation, Captivity  

Day 30: Aftermath // TW: Past Torture, Captivity, Bad Caretaker and Character Deaths

Day 31: Touch Starved // TW: Captivity

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary is over. That makes me kind of sad, it was two of my favorite things combined… But I got to provide for the Whump Community once again. Which made me happy. I want to say thank you to everyone who reblogged my works that went towards Whumpuary 2024, even though they weren't that good. At least to my half asleep brain. Unfortunately though, I won’t be participating in Febuwhump this year because I’ve kind of burned myself out with doing two month long challenges back to back. I think it became very apparent towards the end. While it was fun, I think I need a break before I do another one. Aside from that, I’m glad everyone enjoyed my entries. Have a great day everyone!