Starving Your Whumpees

Starving your Whumpees

(Content warnings: Eating disorders, emeto, cannibalism, probably some inaccurate facts.)

Whumpee going hungry for so long that it hurts more to eat than to not. The hollow feeling in their stomach is natural.

Put them on a liquid only diet. They get the nutrients they need to keep going, but eating solid food makes them sick after a while.

Whumpee's bones being visible through their thin purple-tinted skin.

Force them to only eat dog/cat food. If they decline, welp! Guess they're not hungry today.

Whumper not feeding Whumpee anything for a long time or giving them plain food. Out of nowhere, they give them a rich dish. Whumpee can't handle it and vomits, making Whumper call them ungrateful.

Whumpee paranoid that everything they are given to eat is poisoned.

They don't get the nutrients they need because of their diet and grow sick because of it.

Throwing up everything they eat.

Whumpee struggles to feed themself because they aren't used to having access to food.

Fluff:

Caretaker giving Whumpee their favorite food after being starved. Whumpee cries with happiness.

Whumpee eating a sweet for the first time since being kidnapped.

Caretaker making Whumpee some fresh chicken noodle soup until their stomach can digest more complicated things.

Whumpee adopted a therapy cat to help with their other issues. When it's time to feed the cat, that's when Whumpee feeds themself too.

just tossing something out there and maybe hear some thoughts on it, because im not sure if there’s actual logic or existing whump surrounding it but—

whumpee kneeling on the ground after fighting whumper, exhausted and defeated, and whumper points his gun at whumpee

whumpee assumes he gets shot but can only stare at whumper as whumper shoots beside whumpee, like gun firing directly and beside whumpee’s ears, which causes ringing and maybe loss of hearing- its enough for whumpee to get the conclusion that whumper won the fight, and can absolutely fight again and kill them if they wanted to

- ☕️ anon

Huh, so like a mock execution thing? I do like the concept when someone is defeated in a fight and thinks the enemy is going to kill them but doesn’t and actually spares them but is like “i own you now”

look i’ve been trying to do the @figuwhump challenge but I haven’t finished them in time cuz my exec function is awful atm

but i’m gonna throw the sketches for day 2 & 3 into the void, here’s to hoping I can finish a prompt on time at some point

Stoic Caretaker forcing sleep-deprived and sick Whumpee to get some sleep.

"Mm . . . no. Caretaker m'fine. I have work I need to do-"

"If you don't take a god damn nap, I'm going to shove a bottle of Nyquil down your throat."

When an alien race discovered Earth’s atmosphere was made with oxygen, their best scientific theory was that the creatures there were able to breath fire. They eventually decided to invade Earth equiped with thermal armor, and were no match to the bullethell that was waiting for them

The Whumpee hits away an offered cup of water. It bounces off the table in the small interrogation room and splashes a conspicuous wet stain against the concrete wall. “I’ll say it again - I don’t take anything from people like you.” The Whumper just blankly stares at them, then wipes their thumb under their nose with a habitual sniff as if they were having a bump. The Whumper looks clinically at the water stain on the wall before looking back at the Whumpee. “And yet you take so much of my patience.” The Whumpee spits indignantly in the direction of the Whumper. The Whumper’s response is so swift that there’s barely time to think. In a heartbeat, the Whumper’s chair is thrust backwards as they stand and reach across the table and seize the Whumpee by the front of their jacket. The Whumper pulls them around like a ragdoll and slams the Whumpee’s back against the wall and presses them against the wall with a fist wrapped in their clothes. “It’s not the disrespect that gets me, it’s the moral high ground that you think you’re on,” the Whumper growls. “As if it’s ever that easy. As if I choose where I am. As if I don’t have my own masters,” they say, pulling the collar of their shirt down to show a small glimpse of their brutally branded skin. The Whumpee can only cough as they listen, struggling for breath and ignoring the taste of blood in their teeth. “You and your ilk love to live as if there is a greater good, but there is no such thing. And your belief in it is a sickness.” The Whumpee weakly grabs at the Whumper’s arm that keeps them pinned to the wall, but they can scarcely manage a meaningful struggle. “You may hate me, but you know nothing about me. And your ‘greater good’ is nothing more than the shared delusion of the unencumbered few.” The Whumper lets go of the Whumpee and leaves them there for now. They’ll be back soon enough to get what they want.