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when the character who's like "i will never reveal my trauma to anyone" gets a high fever and, while weak and delirious, starts spilling every.

last.

secret.

"-s not going to work. You're wasting your time."

Whumpee grinned their spiteful grin, though sprawled on the ground with several broken bones. Even when bruises were glowing frightening colors in the dim light, and their shirt rather red in contrast to how it used to be, Whumpee was still able to stare with rebel in their eyes. Another round of torture that ended in Whumpee's victory.

Whumper simply looked at Whumpee's smiling face. One, two, three seconds, then they turned around.

Not a moment after the door closed shut, Whumpee's grin faded. They pulled their head back slowly to rest on the floor, but winced as the movement tugged on an old scar. The wounds were screaming pain, but all they could do was close their eyes.

They were tired. So tired. It was getting worse and worse, and the damage was building up as well..

Whumpee did not know how much longer they could hold up.

Content: Mouth whump, amputation, eye whump, gore, immortal whumpee.

There's something so good about immortal whumpees and the fact that their bodies can heal on their own. Limbs that can be ripped off, eyes that can be gouged out, teeth that can be pulled - repeatedly. No matter how bad the wound is, it'll just grow back. Sometimes the healing process might even hurt just as bad, but in the end it's like nothing ever happened.

The little high-pitched "nonononono" before a gutteral agonized scream of pain>>>

That’s Enough

“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.

“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.

“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.

Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”

“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”

Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”

“Clearly you can’t!”

“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”

“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”

“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”

Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”

The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.

“What? Where are you going now?”

“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”

Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”

The whumper paraded their captive around to anyone willing to see them- they were proud of how well they had managed to break the whumpee after all. The whumpee didn’t snap anymore, they wouldn’t do anything unless they were told to- it was all because of the whumper’s work, and it was evident.

Whump Prompt 122

Rescuers find a locked door to a room that, at first, looks completely empty. They look down to see two figures huddled together in the corner. One holds the other who’s passed out closely in their arms, and doesn’t look fully conscious themself. They shift a little as the rescuers slowly come closer.

“Hey there, you doing okay?” one of them asks as they reach a hand out. “What happened to you?”

As soon as they lay a hand on their shoulder, the conscious prisoner jerks away and snarls angrily at them, holding their unconscious partner closer to them. They won’t let any of the rescuers get close. They’re exhausted and injured and weak, but ready to fight and die to protect their vulnerable partner.

Whumpee getting their name changed or stripped is good shit.....

When a whumper changes a whumpee’s name to something ridiculous just to further remind the whumpee that they are no longer who they used to be, that their entire identity now belongs to the whumper. Maybe over weeks, months, or years of conditioning, they forget their name was anything other than (Mutt, Fido, Mittens, etc). Or did whumpee defiantly refuse to give Whumper their name, thus earning a ridiculous name like Arf, Dipshit, or Tutu? Imagine the embarrassment whumpee would feel every time they're called, especially in front of teammates...

I'm just saying there's a lot of power in a name, that's someone's identity. It sure would be a shame if Whumper took that.....

The moment a defiant whumpee breaks down for the first time. 

It shocks them nearly as much as their audience. They try stubbornly to hold it in, to keep their expression firm. Whumpee’s body rigid with the effort; jaw set, fists clenched and shaking.  They can’t trust themselves to speak, can’t trust themselves to breathe, and so they bite their lip in a desperate attempt to remain composed. They fail, and when their body forces them to inhale, the shuddering gasp that comes out is a sob. The tears begin to flow unrelenting, and their frustration at their weakness only makes them flow faster. They can only angrily swipe away at the onslaught or turn away, all useless attempts to hide the shame clear on their face. 

I like to think about someone watching them, standing still as whumpee’s crumbling apart. Maybe it’s caretaker. It’s the first time they’d seen whumpee look so small, so hurt. They want to help, want to give the comforting words whumpee could never accept before. But indecision stills their hand. What could they say that whumpee would hear? 

Or maybe it’s whumper, watching in near shock as their oh so stubborn captive dissolves into tears before them. They don’t even mock them at first, simply watching whumpee’s trembling form. Watching them, even as whumpee tries to hide their shame. Watching and feeling nothing but satisfaction. 

There’s simply something so sweet about a character defined by their defiance falling apart.

God the trope of relatively nonviolent, honorable leader and overly loyal, violent, rabid protegé is fucking delicious.

"Please solve this situation in a way that preserves your honor, do not do anything that can taint our relationship further."

"I think that preserving my honor and our honor involves utilizing extreme violence and murder."

"Do NOT."

Like just. Disappointed leaders giving up on proteges who will go too far every time, giving them up for the greater good. Protegé who feel absolutely betrayed by somebody they held to the highest degree.

Adrenaline

Love when the character known by one and all to be a lazy, chronically sleep-deprived, generally underperforming loser suddenly throws themself into the path of danger, moving with a speed none would have suspected them to have possessed in order to protect someone under their care.

I just had a whump scenario pop in my head.

A Whumpee so badly impaired by a high burning temperature that drinking water from a cup is too hard for them. They can’t sit up, they can’t move, it hurts too much. Caretaker is at a loss of what to do. They were sweating too much from the fever. They needed some hydration somehow. And they had no straws on hand.

As they take a damp washcloth and brush whumpee’s sweaty forehead, it hits them. There’s water on this towel. They get a new fresh washcloth and dampen it with fresh cold water from a water bottle and place it to whumpee’s lips. Whumpee is confused and dazed, to which caretaker says

“Try to bite the towel and drink the water from it.”

Whumpee opens their mouth and bites down, and starts suckling the cold wet towel. They almost looked like a baby animal suckling milk from their mother or from a bottle. Caretaker was relieved that whumpee was finally hydrating properly in a way that they could with what little strength they had.

Whump drabbles, 12/100: kick.

It wasn’t the first time Whumpee had knocked the wind out of Caretaker when he went to console them during what appeared to be a vivid nightmare.

“It’s okay,” he grunted between shallow breaths, doubled over in pain, while Whumpee sobbed, apologizing profusely.

“I thought you were him…”

“I know.” Caretaker lay next to them, still holding his stomach. “Honestly, it was on me this time. Next time I’ll try not to startle you so badly.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, shush.” Caretaker opened his arms, letting Whumpee snuggle against his chest. “It’s just good to see you finally fighting back.”

Whumpees who are never touched

There's a million ways to torture a person without ever laying a hand on them.

Whumpees slowly losing their minds in a solid white room, rubbing their own blood on the walls just to see something.

Whumpees who can't sleep because they're too full of caffeine from the drugged food.

Whumpees who have to listen as their loved ones are tortured.

Whumpees who are locked up and abandoned to starve.

Whumpees who are denied medical care after an accident, suffering the pain of broken bones without assistance.

Whumpees who haven't felt the touch of another person in forever, at this point even a punch would be welcome.

Whumpees who are stuck in quarantine, only ever able to see others through the thick glass walls.

Whumpees who are completely touch averse, even the gentlest brush of fingers against their hand makes their skin crawl.

Whumpees who were turned into monsters, and nobody is brave enough to get close.

Can you guys tell I really like emotional whump?

love a fictional character who will scowl and tell people “I’m not sick” “I’m not hungry” “I didn’t get injured”

meanwhile he has an extremely high fever, he ate some soup last week, and the blood is soaking through his jacket

Whumptober #27

Trope of the day: “Let me see.”

_

When caretaker walks out of their bedroom to check where the noises come from, they are more than surprised to see whumpee in their office, sitting on the ground and rumaging through bandages.

Small drops and puddles of blood are on the floor, so caretaker snaps out of their sleepiness and hurry to whumpee's side, who tenses up when they see them.

"Sorry, I- I didn't want to wake you up," they mutter, their own eyes tired, but face pale from pain. Caretaker crouches down next to them and cocks their head.

"I'd prefer it, if you woke me up," they reassure them and nod at the arm whumpee has wrapped in makeshift bandages. “Let me see,” they say softly and patiently wait for whumpee to nod and stretch out their arm.

Caretaker won't ask where the injury comes from, it's enough that whumpee didn't flee when caretaker walked in. Small steps are better than none, they remind themself and sit down to take a better look.

Get to Know Your Character

Here are some questions to consider for character development:

What parts of their childhood trigger them?

How do they treat themselves when they're feeling sad?

What parts of themselves do they tend to hide?

How do they punish themselves when they make mistakes?

Who are they loyal to? Why?

Who do they avoid? Why?

What emotions or situations do they try to avoid? Why?

What angers them?

What are their insecurities?

What are their emotional triggers?

How do they feel about love?

What are their fears?

What is their relationship with their family like?

What kind of people do they tend to gravitate towards?

What do they like/dislike about themselves?

Happy writing ❤

Big fan of whumpees who hide their fear behind defiance and anger

Some shots of my story planning notebook....

I ended up mixing two different languages while writing lol

Okay but you like whump right? Check out this idea that I'm definitely going to use at some point-

Non-human whumpee is captured by someone with prejudice against who or what they are, and are slowly dehumanized over the course of their capture and torment to the point that when they're released, it's difficult for them to think of themselves as anything more than a monster.

You have my interest, my attention, and everything in between.

Poor whumpee :c

Absolutely delicious concept and I can’t wait to see it whenever you get to it :D

Caretaker seeing a normally stoic and confident whumpee, now cowering, shaking and terrified because of whatever the the Whumper has done to them.

Drugs, shock treatment, mental torture - anything.

The harsh contrast gives me chillssss

Let's talk about character development.

Creating multidimensional characters make them more relatable to your readers. They add richness and complexity to the narrative, enhancing its overall depth and resonance.

So. How?

Complex Motivations: Characters should have motivations that go beyond simple desires or goals. Delve deep into their past experiences, fears, and desires to understand what truly drives them. Keep them consistent yet nuanced for realistic character growth and change throughout the story.

Flaws and Vulnerabilities: Avoid creating characters who are too perfect or flawless. Imperfections make characters relatable and interesting. Give them vulnerabilities, weaknesses, and struggles to overcome. This adds depth to their personalities and creates opportunities for character development.

Internal Conflict: Explore the internal conflicts within your characters. This could be moral dilemmas, inner turmoil, or conflicting emotions. Internal struggles can be just as compelling, if not more so, than external conflicts, and they add layers to your characters' development. (See my previous post about this!)

Consistent Behavior: Make sure to keep your characters' actions, reactions, and decisions consistent with their established personalities, backgrounds, and motivations. Inconsistencies can break the reader's immersion and credibility in the story. And the fandom will hunt you down mercilessly.

Unique Voice: Each character should have a distinct voice and mannerisms that reflect their personality, background, and worldview. Pay attention to the way they speak, their vocabulary, and their gestures. This will really help to bring your characters to life.

Dynamic Relationships: Develop dynamic relationships between your characters. Interactions with other characters should reveal new facets of their personalities and contribute to their growth or downfalls. Explore different types of relationships (friendships, romances, rivalries, family dynamics, etc.) to add depth to your characters' experiences.

Arc of Change: Consider how your characters evolve over the course of the story. What lessons do they learn? How do their experiences shape them? Every significant event should impact your characters in some way, leading to growth, transformation, or regression.

Happy writing ❤

A Rope That Could Never Be Removed

Content: Scars, Death Scare, Shitty Teammate, Caretaker x Whumpee (maybe? idk)

@whumperofworlds told me to write this after I came up with some scraps of an idea, so here we are. I'm much better at concepts, ideas and frameworks than I am at actually writing so it's not great, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

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Caretaker rushed into the cell, breathing heavily. Looking around frantically, they spotted Whumpee, a crumpled figure in the corner. Dropping to the floor, they cradled Whumpee’s limp, lifeless form in their arms. 

“Hey, Whumpee? H-hey. You’re okay. We’ve-we’ve got you.”

Whumpee didn’t respond. 

Brushing Whumpee’s ratty hair out of their face, Caretaker desperately tried to spot signs of life. Eyes flitting beneath their lids, a small twitch of their nose, anything. But there was nothing. Panicking, Caretaker shifted, moving the ropes wrapped around Whumpee’s neck to the side, and, far too easily, lifted Whumpee until their ear was against Whumpee’s chest.

“Nonononono. C’mon, c’mon. Please-please be okay. Please.”

There. There. A heartbeat. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but there. Whumpee was alive. Thank fuck. Sighing, Caretaker slumped back with relief, then gently caressed Whumpee’s cheek. 

“Hey… Whumpee?”

Whumpee shifted slightly, then whimpered. Their eyes fluttered open, tiredly glancing around before locking onto Caretaker’s face. A tiny, weak smile slowly appeared on their grimy, bruised face. Whumpee tried to speak, but could only manage a sputtering, gravelly cough.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. Don’t speak, save your voice. We’re-we’re gonna get you out of here.” Caretaker murmured softly to Whumpee, reassuring them.

“Let’s-let’s get these ropes off you.”

As Caretaker struggled with Whumpee’s bonds, Teammate slinked into the cell.

“Hey hey. Whumper’s taken care of, Caretaker. We’re all clear.” they said, peering over Caretaker’s shoulder at Whumpee.

Caretaker had already managed to get the ropes off Whumpee’s neck and ankles, and were working at the bonds around their wrists.

Frowning, Teammate scoffed. “Really? Look at that. No injuries, no nothin’. We went through all this trouble to save someone that didn’t even bother fighting back? Not worth it.”

Caretaker blanched, horrified. “Stop it, Teammate.” As they worked the last of the rope off Whumpee’s wrists, they continued to admonish Teammate. “How could you say something like that? They’ve been through–”

Caretaker trailed off, and Teammate gasped, as the ropes fell off Whumpee’s wrists. As the two finally took a good look at Whumpee, they realised that Whumpee did fight back. The scars proved it. 

From the old, smooth, rubbery scars that twined around their ankles to the gnarled, knotted scars that marred their forearms, it was clear Whumpee had fought. They had struggled against their restraints, tugging, pulling, twisting, trying to get the ropes off.

And now, even after they had been removed, everyone would forever be reminded of the horrors Whumpee had gone through. The scars on their ankles and wrists could be concealed, but the thick, silvery, twisted scar that encircled their neck was too visible. A permanent mark of Whumper’s possession.

A rope that could never be removed.

Whumpril Prompt #3

Shame

TW: chained, gagged, taunting

“You don’t deserve it.”

Whumpee stared defiantly into whumpers eyes, pushing back the embarrassment they could feel bubbling up into their stomach.

Whumpee was chained down to the ground so they were forced to kneel. They had been chained there for days. Their knees were rubbed completely raw from shifting to find a better position, and their wrists were red and swollen from the chain. They hadn’t eaten in as many days.

Whumper stood over them, holding a piece of food high in the air where Whumpee couldn’t reach it.

“You don’t deserve it,” whumper said again. “Tell me why you think you deserve it.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth. “Because I’ve been chained here for days, and if you want to keep torturing me then I need to have the energy.” Whumpee was lying, and whumper could tell.

“Oh, I know you could do a lot better, Princess. That wasn’t nearly convincing enough. Why do you deserve it?”

Normally, Whumpee wouldn’t try to be so defiant. But whumper had just captured caretaker, and they were chained to the wall a few feet away, watching the whole scene. “Just give me the food,” they growled.

Whumper laughed with his teeth. “Oh no, you know better than that! You know what I’m looking for. Beg.”

Heat rose to whumpees cheeks. They could feel their stomach growling at the sight of the food. Caretaker thrashed against the chains holding them. Their mouth was bound, so they couldn’t say anything. Their eyes were wide, as if they were trying to tell Whumpee something, but Whumpee just couldn’t understand. They were so tired.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll give you the food, ungag caretaker, and let you sleep. All you have to do is one simple thing. Beg for me.” Whumper dangled the food in the air tauntingly.

“Please give me the food.” Whumpee made their voice sound as bored as possible.

“Oh dear, Princess, you’re losing your manners! What kind of a beg was that? Try again,” Whumper sneered.

Whumpee’s face was beet red. They looked down. “Please can I have the food?” They whispered.

Whumper grinned wider. “Look me in the eye.”

Whumpee looked up. Whumper’s smiles was so big they could see every tooth. Shame coursed through their body. “Please may I have the food?”

Tears started to spring to their eyes in their embarrassment.

“Oh, why of course! Why didn’t you say so?” Whumper tossed the food in front of them, but whumpees hands were still chained. They looked up at Whumpee.

“Well aren’t you going to eat it? You asked so nicely.”

Somehow, whumpee’s face got even pinker as they realized what whumper wanted them to do. They leaned forward slowly, and ate off of the floor.

Caretaker and Oldest Teammate keep trying to figure Whumpee out. Their odd habits, their strange attitude, their secrecy. The two of them decide to make a bet: whoever figures out Whumpee's "deal" first has to buy the other dinner.

A few weeks later, Caretaker approaches Oldest.

"Our bet about Whumpee's mystery? It's off."

"Oh really? Why?" Oldest asks.

"I figured out their deal. And it's... really personal, I can't tell you."

Oldest smiles, a twinkle in their eye. They had known Caretaker would be able to get through to Whumpee - that had been their plan all along.

"I'll buy you dinner anyway."

Broken Things

Caretaker rushes into the basement, although "dungeon" might be a better word. It's cold, and dark, and surprisingly wet---the only sounds are that of Caretaker's breathing and the dripping, coming from somewhere.

Teammates are up above, and they'll probably want to pick this place apart, but Caretaker is only worried about one thing right now. They walk quickly, almost running, to peek in every cell.

Most of them are empty. One has something dark and vaguely human-shaped inside of it, and although the noxious scent of rot makes Caretaker's stomach turn, it's slightly comforting---Whumpee wouldn't have been down here long enough to turn into *that*. Right?

Others have similar bodies, in various states of decomposition. Many of them are missing limbs, and one is still faintly warm, surrounded by ashes, burnt so severely that some of their blackened skeleton is exposed. Probably not Whumpee either. Probably.

Eventually, after however many cells, Caretaker finds one in specific. They almost pass it over---the dark form on the floor could be nothing more than a trick of the light. But it's not. Caretaker rushes in. It's Whumpee.

"Mangled" is the first word that comes to mind. Mangled, but in a more deliberate, more *personal* way than being mangled after a long fall, or a car crash. Caretaker can't see any bones that *aren't* broken in one way or another. It breaks Caretaker's heart---how long have they been lying here?

Whumpee is covered in blood, much of it dry, some of it fresh. It looks like they've been covered in red paint. Their hair is almost fused to their skin, with how dirty and matted it is.They *are* breathing, but just barely---it's shallow and labored. Their eyes are open, but they're glazed and unfocused. Alive, but very close to dead. Caretaker, very carefully, takes Whumpee and cradles them in their arms, wiping their bloody brow with a sweaty palm. It's going to be difficult to move Whumpee without further damage.

Caretaker hears footsteps, but from the clomp of the boots and the length of the gait, it's Team Leader. Caretaker calls out: "In here!"

Team Leader rounds the corner. "We're just about finished.." they trail off, their breath catching when they see Whumpee.

Caretaker only now realizes they've started crying. They attempt to speak, but the words lose their footing and fall into a sob.

"They're not dead yet," says Team Leader, ever the utilitarian. Their voice is hard, but Caretaker knows they're probably just as distressed, inside. "You think it'd be easier if we.. oh, fuck it."

Team Leader steps in and reaches down to take Whumpee in their arms.

"What are you doing?" says Caretaker, a bit angrier than intended. "They can't.."

"The only thing I care about right now is getting them out of here, Caretaker." To their credit, Team Leader holds Whumpee very, very carefully, like a piece of pottery that could shatter at any moment. It pains Caretaker to see Whumpee like this, like just another broken thing.

Even if they're not dead, even if they don't die.. how alive will they be, after it's all over? *I guess it is over now*, thinks Caretaker. Very quietly, they follow Team Leader back towards the sunlight.

the flinch that betrays a defiant whumpee’s terror

the curse that’s broken off by a plea

a small shudder that they fail to suppress

the choked breathing in between the sarcastic comments

what good is their defiance when whumper kicks their legs out from under them, leaving them on their hands and knees?

The blood on the concrete is their own and whumper kicks them when they’re down.

“Do you think I’d forgotten?” Whumper smiles and leans down. “Do you think I’d forgotten how to make you bleed?”

"You should get some rest."

"You need me more than I need rest."

Someone who hates wearing clothes with shirt collars too close to their neck or throat

Someone who is kidnapped by whumper and had to wear a collar

Someone who constantly feels like they have to pull it away but it’s locked on, or they get hurt when they try to pull at it

Someone who feels like they are choking from the collar because they think it is too close to their throat

Someone who is chained to the wall by their collar and can’t move more than a few feet without choking themselves (or having it so close to the wall and high that they can’t sit down without choking themselves, or so low that they have to crawl around and aren’t able to stand up)

I hate close collars on my shirt and am constantly pulling them away so I just think that is something interesting to think about