#whumper prompt

[jordanstrophe]

Whumper getting caretaker's attention by yanking whumpees head back and putting a blade to their throat. ♡

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 116

Whumper holding a perfectly casual conversation while using Whumpee as (a footstool / an ashtray / a lap pet / a test subject).

[esperosisdoeswriting]

Prompt #666

[Caretaker] watched silently, their hatred only masked by their neutral expression as [Whumpee] shivered in the cold, [Whumper]’s hand heavy on the back of their neck as they counted the money in the briefcase.

“Looks like everythings in order,” [Whumper] finally grinned at them, snapping the briefcase closed as their gaze fell on [Caretaker]. They pushed [Whumpee] forward as they stumbled, barely able to move.

“It’s been a pleasure,” [Whumper] turned, “Let’s do this again sometime, alright?”

[Caretaker] didn’t reply, more focused on helping [Whumpee] off the ground. The pair watched [Whumper] get into their car and begin to drive away, [Whumpee] huddled in [Caretaker]’s arms.

“You shouldn’t have given it to them,” [Whumpee] whimpered, “It wasn’t worth it.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t,” [Caretaker] hummed as they fished the small remote out of their pocket, “But this is.”

They pressed the button and [Whumper]’s car exploded in a large fireball, the boom echoing like thunder as the car and its contents were incinerated.

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Whumper Needs 'Punishment' Ideas

Here are some torture ideas for your whumpers <3

If your whumper smokes let's have them light their cigarette out on whumpee

Whumper forcing whumpee to hurt themself

Also we can have whumper act like they're going to hurt whumpee, but they're only doing it to scare them

Whumper forcing whumpee to face a fear. Whether it be the dark, spiders, etc it's up to you and whumper

Whumpee who has sensory issues and is forced to wear something that is extremely uncomfortable on their skin

Good ol' spanking

A ruler to the wrist until whumpee physically can'r stop his hands from shaking out of pain

Leave whumpee in silence and locked for hours to days on end. No food no nothing, they don't deserve it

No food, water, or sleep for a misbehaving whumpee. Whumper will even punish whumpee if they ask for them

Whumper removing one of whumpee's senses. Sight, touch, hearing, etc anything works really

Treat them like a dog. Maybe whumper thinks that whumpee is acting like a dog, so they should be treated as such

Simple things even like time out. Have whumper place whumper in the corner for a certain amount of minutes

Simple, writing lines. Whumper will make whumpee write 100 lines of words of "I will not......" and if they mess up a word, redo that line

going to bed without dinner is always a good one

If whumper has a whumpee who mouths off, give whumpee the silent treatment. Whumpee chooses to be ignored, or stop

On the other hand take away whumpee's speaking privileges. They can't speak unless it's a whole hearted genuine apology

Completely ignoring whumpee is good too

And if whumper is feeling up to it, have whumpee sit in a corner for some amount of minutes and then ask if they'll apologize now

Here's a semi-oddo one, have whumpee eat stuff like hot pepers until their mouth is burning and then not give them milk

And to end this list off we have just simply washing whumpee's mouth out with soup

(give me any more ideas if you have some)

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 28, prompt: fairytale

Wow this one is on time let’s just not look at the other one’s I need to write

@the-modern-typewriter @the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic

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“Y-you can’t be real! You are a fiction! A fairytale told to kids to make them good-“

Villain took a step forward and plunged their hand through the hero’s chest, gripping their heart with terrifying ease.

“Tell me, hero. Does this feel real?” They asked as they squeezed and hero gasped dropping to their knees.

Villain pulled their heart out through their chest, a wry smile on their lips. “Would you look at that? You really do have a heart.”

“Villain—“

“Ah, ah, ah- sweet hero, no speaking.”

The command wrapped around hero’s heart still beating in Villain’s hand and hero opened their mouth but no words came out. Their tongue heavy in their mouth.

Villain put a hand in Hero’s hair, petting them like a dog. “See, hero? You’re so much better when you can’t speak. Perhaps I should make this a permanent change, hmm?”

Hero shook their head, but villain stopped them, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking their head back.

“Bold of you to assume you have any say in the matter hero. Oh, say, that must be a sore subject for you, hmm? Do you want your voice back, dear hero?”

Hero nodded their head as best they could.

“What would you do for it?”

Hero hesitated. Villain revelled in watching the cogs turn in hero’s head, searching for the right answer. Villain didn’t want to give them that time. They wanted to see that adorable panic in their eyes.

“Tick, tock hero! What would you give me for your voice?”

The hero looked up with those frightened eyes and mouthed the one word every villain wants to see:

Anything.

“Anything, Hero?”

Hero’s eyes filled with unshed tears as they nodded again.

“Okay,” said Villain, lifting Hero’s heart to their lips. “You can have your voice back, if you pledge your undying allegiance to me.”

[starssabove]

Prompt no4~ Christmas Whump :)

Whumpee is still in Whumpers company during the holidays. How does Whumper act?

Whumper decorates their “room”- really a cell- for christmas! They put up lights, put a tiny tree in the corner. Whumpee can never see the decorations the same. They had stared at those lights while they bled, the colors muddling together with the tears. The red of their blood almost seemed to belong. 

Whumper, in the holiday spirit, gives Whumpee presents!

A tree in the base's main room, under which is quite the assortment of tools- knives, whips, chains, gags, everything. All for you, they say.

On the flip-side, Whumper decides to give Whumpee real gifts- an hour outside, meals, time to sleep, bandages/medicine, a comfort item, etc. Whumpee now feels like they have to act grateful- feel grateful.

On that note, does Whumper’s attitude change during the holidays?

One night, Whumper makes Whumpee hot chocolate. They expect it to be poured on them, for it to be forced into their mouth while still boiling hot. When they refuse it, Whumper leaves it on the floor by the door. Whumpee cries.

A Care-Whumper invites Whumpee to watch a christmas movie one night. They let Whumpee change into some of their own comfortable clothes, and they curl up holding them on the couch. Whumper swears theyre holding Whumpee like that to keep them in place, but… 

Whumper has a christmas party!

They bring Whumpee in as a party trick. They serve the guests, collar around their neck. Does Whumper allow their friends to mess with Whumpee? 

(If not, Does Whumper hurt / kill a partygoer who does something to their Whumpee?)

Does Whumpee stay out of sight? Do they scream as they hear the party happen around them, no one able to hear them or help them. Bonus points if they know Caretaker is there.

Happy holidays to everyone!! Tag if you use! thank you

-anthony :7

[doyouevermakeasound]

What is something that would make your whumper cry?

[weirdcorewhump]

Hear me out. Feet, but not in a gross or kinky way. Whumpee having to wrap torn clothes around their feet to avoid the bottoms getting shredded by a sharp floor/rocks. Whumper stepping on Whumpee's foot to stop them from scrambling away. A whumpee that was "trained" to crawl or kneel by hurting the bottoms of their feet. Whumpee getting their foot hurt, but Caretaker just meticuloudly bandaging and helping them heal. Helping an injured Whumpee clean their feet in the bath. Whumpee running through the streets or tiptoeing through Caretaker or Whumper's house without shoes on to be quieter. Whumpee going out in the cold barefoot and either Caretaker checks for frostbite, or Whumper throws them back out. Yeah.

[stoic-whumpee]

Ooh, for the song prompt thing, I've had this song stuck in my head. I think it'd make for some interesting prompts?

It's called Poor George by James Supercave

Heya, thanks for the song :D

Famous/Celebrity Whumper and Whumpee whose "activities" are broadcasted for public entertainment.

Celebrity Whumpee turned Whumper whose pain and suffering were broadcast as entertainment. Until one day, they decide that if the audience wants a show, Whumpee will give it them.

Whumper who is a celebrity (not as a Whumper, just an ordinary celebrity), who slowly lets their fame and pride gets into their head and starts using their influence and social power to get away with Whumping.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

amnesia as a trauma response has the potential to be so fucking funny because imagine you just spent like 6 months breaking Whumpee down piece by piece, stripping them of their rights, destroying their mind and body with scars that will never heal, relishing in the irrevocable damage done by your hand even after they've been rescued

and then you run into them at a grocery store and they're like "oh hey (: sorry didn't see you there ((((: no i have no idea who you are but you're blocking the shelf i need to look at"

my ass would be humbled so goddamn fast. i would be shinji gripping the sink sobbing in the mirror because Whumpee basically just called me cringe. my brilliant torturing apparently meant fuckall and i'm not even worth the time of day. they'd probably misspell my name on a starbucks cup. whumper turned whumpee because how do i recover from that. what the fuck.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumper drugging Whumpee up so they're super docile and out of it for when the other whumpers come over for a whumper party. Whumper's guests take turns cooing over Whumpee, petting them, holding them in their laps and feeding them little treats like pieces of fruit or chocolate. The whumpers fighting for the adorable Whumpee's attention, however limited it may be. Now imagine Whumpee is a human and the whumpers are all fae.

...should I write this?

[jordanstrophe]

When whumper kidnapped whumpee, they rooted through all their belongings. They snooped through their phone, went through their wallet, cooed at their ID picture and read their favorite book.

One day whumper came into whumpee's cell while holding their phone.

"Hey, guess what your phone just pinged." They held it up to show them. "You didn't tell me today's your birthday."

"I... I didn't know." Whumpee mumbled with a broken voice.

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 018

Whumpee finally making it to the door, and discovering that their prison is [underwater / at sea / surrounded by desert / on a glacier / suspended high in the air]. Escape had never actually been a possibility.

[esperosisdoeswriting]

Prompt #661

This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. That was the only thing [Whumper] could think of on an loop as they hide in their closet. They had been watching [Whumpee] for months, knew everything about them. Well, apparently not everything as they heard the floorboards creak in the hallway outside the room they hide in.

How were they suppose to know that Whumpee’s blood was a sickly green, how were they supposed to know that every slash they carved into their flesh would be an opening for whatever that thing was inside of them to crawl out from.

“[Whumper]?” the thing asked as it opened the door, “Why are you hiding from me? Isn’t it my turn to play?” it’s voice called out as the footsteps steadily approached the closet door.

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Whumpee-Turned-Whumper

Here's a short list of whumpee-turned-whumper ideas that I love <33

whumpee who had extremely particular rules to follow while being with whumper, and now that whumpee has full control over whumper they are going to make whumper follow the rules they had made for them all those years ago. As a little fuck you, to whumper of course.

whumpee who uses some of their old punishments on whumper, but the punishments are just 5x worse. Likes if whumper used to smoke cigars or cigarettes occasionally and would put them out on whumpee's skin, now instead of whumpee doing that he'll relight a cigarette multiple times just for the sake of burning whumper, and not even to smoke it. He'll do this until his red and has discolored the skin around whumper's skin.

whumper used to only physically hurt whumpee, but now that whumpee is the new whumper in a sense he finds that emotionally and physically hurting whumper takes a good effect on him. Which makes everything better if whumper is easily emotional and has his feelings hurt very easily.

whuper who is slowly being broken down and is slowly becoming a shell of the person they used to be; the same thing that had happened to whumpee.

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 30, prompt: snowed in

I had no idea what snowed in means other than the wiki leaks snowden so I’m sorry, I tried

But also Whump my beloved

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“I’m done,” said vigilante, dropping their dagger dipped in hero’s blood on villain’s table with a clatter. Villain sat back in their chair, regarding Vigilante with raised eyebrows.

“You’re done?” Villain asked, voice as cool as the wind that cuts your cheek on a cold winter’s day.

Vigilante kept villain’s stare as they repeated, “I’m done. I’ve paid off my debt to you in full. I’ve hurt for you. Stole for you. Hurt people who trusted me. I’m done doing your dirty work while you operate behind the scenes.”

Villain’s lips quipped into a little smile. “Take a seat, Vigilante. Let’s chat.”

“No,” said Vigilante. “I said what I have to say. I’m done. Goodbye villain.”

Vigilante turned to go, but the once open door slammed shut in their face. Lock clicking for emphasis. Vigilante sighed.

“I said—“ villain said, voice void of all emotion as an invisible force wrapped around vigilante’s arms tighter than chains and put them sitting in the chair opposite villain. “Sit.”

Vigilante didn’t even struggle in the seat, knowing there’d be no point in it and end up tiring themselves out. Plus villain was a sadistic kind of shit who would just get off of their struggle so they saved their energy and cocked a brow at villain.

“I say when you’re done, dear Vigilante,” villain said softly, walking around the desk and perching on the edge closer to vigilante. “Don’t you remember what I did for you?”

Vigilante remained silent. Just staring straight ahead where villain was sitting not two minutes ago.

Villain’s hand shot out, grabbing vigilante’s jaw with one hand and squeezing their fingers in painfully, tilting vigilante’s face up to look at villain in the eye.

“Have you forgotten?”

“No,” vigilante said through gritted teeth.

“And yet you presume to have repaid your debt in full?” Villain asked and Vigilante’s eyes lowered. “Look at me Vigilante,” the villain said voice softer as they let go of vigilante’s face.

“I have raised you from childhood into what you are today. You can’t walk away from family, child. What— is this to do with that hero you’ve been seeing?”

Vigilante’s eyes widened then tried to bleed back to neutrality but it was too late. Villain saw the surprise.

“It is about that hero, isn’t it? Putting ideas in your head about right and wrong. Telling you lies about me, I bet. What’s so wrong with trying to survive, vigilante? Tell me that.”

“Nothing,” said Vigilante, voice quiet and small. Like they were a child being scolded again. “But it doesn’t matter. All you do is lie, you’re doing it now! You know we do more than we have to to survive! Stop spinning it like you’re the victim when I know you’re not!”

Villain said nothing for a moment. Then they stood and looked out the window into the blizzard. The snow storm raging outside. Vigilante followed them with their eyes, weary after their last outburst. They didn’t care. They needed to say it. Needed to stand up to villain.

“I’ve let you go too long,” said villain finally. “You forget what’s important. I let you spread your wings and the minute you do you turn your back on your family-“

Vigilante struggled in the invisible chains then, pushing against them. “Hero’s expecting me. They know where I am. If I don’t meet them they—“

“During the biggest snowstorm in the history of the city?” The villain asked as snow started hitting the house harder, and more frequently until the window was blocked out by snow, casting the villain’s office in shadow.

Villain turned to vigilante then, smiling showing their teeth.

“You won’t be going anywhere after we’re snowed in either, vigilante. Not even your precious hero could save you from the weather.”