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These are incredible and baby girl Kacchan is so cute! Look at the little toddler version of her oh my god! Definitely got that masc lesbian vibe as well I love the fact that she keeps the outfits from canon.

Fem Kacchan

🌈 Pride fantasy prompts

Pride writing ideas no. 1

(Little to no angst or whump here, I wanted to focus on happier stories this time around.)

Mages use transformation spells as a magical method of gender-affirming surgery. One mage who specializes in such magic travels across the land, helping anyone from tiny fairies to gigantic dragons be their true selves. Nothing brings them more joy than giving their client a mirror after the spell is done and watching their face light up. And when someone needs that spell, the mage will find a way to do it, no matter who or what they have to challenge in order to do so.

Asexual succubi and incubi find non-sexual ways to seduce their targets. A character hears a noise in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to find a demon-like creature baking them a cake that reads, "Come to the darkest pits of the underworld, please? 🥺" With the layers upon layers of chocolate fudge, how could anyone resist?

A gay mage learns a teleportation spell to bring their crush on a date without anyone else seeing, because they are worried about what people will think. However, the spell backfires and ends up teleporting them to the wrong place. As they work together to find their way home, the two overcome challenges for each other and realize that their love really does conquer all.

A trans character finds out that they're trans by accessing some sort of magic that only another gender is supposed to be able to access. For example, a transfem sailor thinks she's a cis guy until she is the only one on the ship who can see an island that is magically hidden from everyone except women. She had always felt a bit "off" but kind of pushed it to the side, attributing it to literally anything except being trans. The island beckons to her and confirms the feelings she had ignored for years. (I thought there was an island like that in the Odyssey but I can't find anything about it so I may be wrong.)

When a gay couple adopts a child, they weren't expecting to bring home a dragon egg. But, that won't stop them from being the best adoptive parents anyone could have. They spend nights deep in the library, set on learning everything they need to raise their dragon child. (Or, alternatively, a dragon couple ends up adopting a human or otherwise non-dragon child.)

Due to their association with rainbows, magic, and self-expression, unicorn derbies become widely celebrated events during pride festivals. A particularly clever unicorn escapes right before the derby, and magical shenanigans ensue.

While others their age are asking their crushes to dances and peeking at raunchy magazines, an aroace teen is busy training swordfighting with a dragon that they keep hidden a little bit away from their house. Their parents find some evidence of their teen sneaking out and assume it's with some romantic partner. When their teen reluctantly agrees to introduce them, they weren't expecting to come face to face with a gigantic reptile. They said they wanted their teen to be with whoever makes them happy... But this is awkward.

Immortal characters who've been around for centuries don't necessarily understand the newer labels and identities, but they're excited that their children are able to express themselves in ways they weren't able to a few hundred years ago. They do their best to support their kid's identity... Possibly to the point of embarrassing their kid with their enthusiasm. They mean well though.

A genderfluid character who can shapeshift uses their ability to transition on the spot whenever and however they feel like it. They kind of take this ability for granted, until their non-shapeshifter friend wants to transition and can't just do so by snapping their fingers. This shapeshifter does their best to help their friend find clothes and hairstyles that might have the same effect. They end up having to be a bit creative with what they have, but it's a lot more fun than either expected.

To represent the strength of their relationship, a gay swordsmith forges a sword as a surprise present (or proposal, like a ring but cooler) for their beloved. They decide to gather gemstones from the place they first met (or some other place that is significant to them), but getting the gemstone proves to be a difficult quest. They end up asking for their partner's help, all while keeping it a secret why they need it. When they finally get the gemstone and forge the sword, the colorful pieces in the hilt tell a story of their journey together.

Elves and other androgynous creatures completely demolish outdated standards of what each gender is "supposed to" look like. Some people are frustrated with how hard it is to assume an elf's gender, but lots of trans and nonbinary people are inspired by the magical genderfuckery. (I know I am, lol. Legolas was my first gender envy.)

(Feel free to add on!)

Living Weapon Whumpee that doesn't know what to do when Caretaker rescues them.

They only know fighting, and violence, and even sometimes order people around when their handler allows them, what are they supposed to do if Caretaker doesn't need them?

Caretaker is a good person, and they have a lot of security like guards 24/7 and cameras monitoring their house, why would they need Whumpee?

They say they want to help, to make Whumpee get better; but how is Whumpee supposed to be better when they can be useful?

Caretaker doesn't need them. They are safe, and that's a good thing. Then why do they feel so impotent?

If only Caretaker needed them. Or if they lacked guards, then at least Whumpee could be of some use. But no.

They are useless, and when Caretaker sees that, they are going to get rid of Whumpee.

Sluggish Talking

Whumper cleaned their knife and set them down next to a row of other sleek metals. Their eyes scanned the table satisfied with their day’s work.

“Mhmm…” A low whimpering noise alerted them to Whumpee finally arousing from their sleep. Their hands were bound to chains as they sat up against a wall. Their brain had been numb for several days; a side effect of one of their experiments that went a little overboard.

Whumper turned on their stool, it creaked as they examined them struggle to keep their head. “Yes, I know it hurts, it’ll wear off eventually.” Whumper stood and sauntered slow over to them. “It’s just a few more hours and we’ll get you something to eat after, how about it?”

Without letting them finish, they caught the sounds of frustrated incoherent mumbling. Which would usually be another one of Whumpee’s classic comebacks. Their refusal to obey was what got them here, if they hadn’t been so insistent on being difficult then Whumper would’ve never used these tactics.

They knelt down and lifted Whumpee’s chin to get a better look at their hazy eyes. They laughed at the situation, Whumper wasn’t a scientist by any means and acquiring medical products to synthesize feelings of relaxation wasn’t their best trait. They’d have to admit perhaps getting someone else to do it should’ve been the only correct option, but that would be a hassle.

They wiped drool away from Whumpee’s mouth and chuckled deeply when they began to groan. Their brows furrowing only slightly at the action.

“I have it under control, I swear I do.” They moved Whumpee’s hair to the side, “Then we can get back to our usual routine. Just hang on and be good for me, hm?” They smiled with an auspicious thought.

“Mmmm…” Whumpee shook their head; the small movements they could manage spoke volumes. Everything felt light and airy, but their eyelids couldn’t hold up any longer than now. Whatever Whumper used on them was powerful enough to keep them from fighting back and pushing needles or knives for the past week. It made their blood boil, being so pathetic and especially greatly in need of help now was what was really ruining their well-built reputation.

After months of keeping Whumper on their toes with every sly attack and angry glare, it was only natural that Whumpee would cause trouble for their attacker. They had to though, if any signs of weakness were shown, Whumper would only exploit and mock them. They bit their lip and pushed their thoughts aside, if they could, they would punch Whumper right then, but all Whumpee found themselves doing was crying in pain and hoping their words were good enough.

“Huhmm aaa…” They still fought back the drugs in their system to speak and maintain eye contact. A terrible task that only worsened their conditions. They knew they were vulnerable, but without a fight, Whumpee would be defeated.

Whumper tapped their cheek lightly with a sporty grin, “Bit excited to talk to me, huh? Just wait until this is over.” They walked out with Whumpee staring at the shadow of their captor moving out of sight again.

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MASTERLIST

Augusnippets Day 2 - Hair Care

Content warnings for: (past) creepy/intimate whumper, (past) implied non-con

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Caretaker was being gentle as they combed through Whumpee’s hair. They were constantly fiddling with the temperature of the water to keep it just right, monitoring every tiny bubble in the soapsuds to make sure nothing dropped into Whumpee’s eye. They were careful to avoid the scabbed over cuts in Whumpee’s scalp, and they apologized every time their finger snagged on the tangles and mats in his overgrown hair.

Whumpee didn’t make a sound throughout the whole ordeal - nothing to suggest that anything Caretaker’s finger were doing was actually hurting him, and no assurance otherwise. He sat stiffly in Caretaker’s hold, face stony, mouth pressed into a thin straight line. He was tense, coiled like a spring. Wary. Ready to strike if need be.

Caretaker had insisted that this was necessary, that the dirt and dried blood and dense knots that had accumulated during Whumpee’s time escaping and hiding needed to be taken care of. They promised Whumpee that he would feel so much better, much lighter and livelier, once the hair was clean.

Whumpee knew better. Whumper had always said the same thing, about nice, clean hair making Whumpee feel good. But the actual motives were clear. The way Whumper liked to card his fingers through Whumpee’s hair, and rub at his scalp and neck, was a much easier task withouts gnarls and clumps in the way. Pulling Whumpee’s head close for a deep whiff that always sent gooseprickles down his spine was pleasanter when the hair smelled of flowery shampoo rather than sweat and grime. Nestling his head into Whumpee’s shoulder was cozier when his face could rest against hair that was silken and smooth. Plus, Whumper liked to keep those fancy pillowcases clean.

Sure, so far, Caretaker had done any of those sorts of things that Whumpee had come to expect from Whumper. They’d been going out of their way ever since they found him to be light and gentle with their touch, and only place a hand on him with sufficient warning.

It was almost nice, to be honest.

But Whumpee wouldn’t be fooled twice. Whenever Caretaker did anything now that they told him would help him feel better, feel good even, Whumpee was on his guard. He knew what was coming, what Caretaker would eventually expect.

Still… for a moment… it did feel kind of good, for his hair to be soft and cool and clean again.

Or at least, it probably would feel good. If he could stop himself from remembering that this was how Whumper liked his hair too.

@augusnippets

😭👍❤️

theatrical/comic relief/otherwise clownpilled whumpee who's last words are "alrighty folks, show's over. go home."

:') ow

Whumpee getting a wound stitched up and then being suddenly forced to move/fight/run: they can feel every single stitch pull their skin and tear one by one, with blood slowly seeping through the bandages, knowing they'll have to get them fixed all over again.

Fun fact, this is what it feels like to be on anxiety meds and very heavy duty painkillers. Yes, speaking from experience. I've had some... Interesting hospital trips

Someone on here at some point mentioned the idea of Whumper leaving Whumpee as a "present" for Cartaker. And someone else (it maybe the same person - I need to get a better filing system) mentioned the idea of euphoric drugs... Anyway my brain has been looping round this idea for a while.

CW: non-con drugging, callus whumper, drugged Whumpee.

Everything is so… sparkly!" Whumpee giggled, their eyes wide and unfocused. "Why are you glowing?"

Whumper grinned, pleased that the drug had worked faster than expected. They steadied Whumpee, who swayed on their feet, and guided them toward the door. "Let's go for a little walk," Whumper suggested gently.

Whumpee nodded enthusiastically, barely able to keep their balance. "Look at all the pretty lights," they murmured, reaching out as if to catch the glowing orbs only they could see.

Whumper laughed. Even before administering the drug, Whumpee had been suffering from an interesting mix of sleep deprivation and hunger, but now... now this was something else entirely. Whumpee giggled again, their footsteps weaving across the pavement. They babbled about the dancing lights, occasionally grabbing at the air and looking confused when nothing ended up in their hands.

"Do you see them too?" Whumpee asked, eyes wide with wonder. "The stars are so close. I can almost touch them."

"Yes, they're beautiful," Whumper lied smoothly, enjoying the sight of Whumpee's state. They laughed as Whumpee stumbled and fell, giggling uncontrollably. Whumper watched with unrestrained amusement as Whumpee struggled to stand, oblivious to the blood trickling from their knee and elbow.

This was even more entertaining than Whumper had hoped. Soon, they’d be delivering Whumpee right to Caretaker’s doorstep, a nice "gift" for them.

The thought alone made Whumper’s grin widen.

Whumpee finally managed to stand, swaying like a leaf in the wind. They took a step forward and Whumper quickly caught their arm, ensuring they wouldn't collapse too soon.

"Come on," Whumper coaxed, leading Whumpee down the dimly lit street. "Just a little further."

Whumpee obediently followed, their gaze darting around in awe. "The ground is moving," they whispered, giggling. "It's like a dance floor!"

Whumper smirked, tightening their grip as Whumpee's knees buckled again. They continued their trek, the distant porch light of Caretaker’s house now visible. Whumpee’s disjointed ramblings filled the silence, their words slurring more with each step.

Finally, they reached the house. Whumper paused at the edge of the property, savoring the moment. They leaned in close to Whumpee’s ear. "You’ve been such a good sport," they murmured. "Caretaker is going to be so happy to see you."

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, their head lolling. "Happy… happy lights," they mumbled, barely coherent.

Whumper chuckled, guiding them up the steps and to the door. They knocked loudly, then quickly stepped back, staying out of sight. The door opened a crack, revealing Caretaker’s cautious face.

"Hello?" Caretaker called, their voice filled with concern.

Whumpee giggled again, the sound tinged with delirium. "Hi!" they exclaimed, waving clumsily.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker gasped, opening the door fully. Their eyes widened in horror as they took in Whumpee’s disheveled appearance, the blood on their knee and elbow, the unfocused gaze.

Caretaker rushed forward, catching Whumpee just as their legs buckled. "Oh my God, what happened to you?"

Whumpee laughed, trying to reach up and touch Caretaker's face. "You’re glowing too," they giggled.

Caretaker’s heart pounded as they held Whumpee, taking in their dazed and fragile state. “What have they done to you?” Caretaker whispered, a mix of fury and heartbreak in their voice.

Whumpee giggled again, their eyes struggling to focus. “I saw the stars, Caretaker. They were so close… so pretty…”

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

CHOKING IN WHUMP

I know this is like very basic in whump but its something I just CANNOT get over with.

It’s not just about the physical pain but also the mental and emotional anguish. It’s like a perfect storm of fear and helplessness, and that combination really gets me hooked.

Plus, there's something about the dynamic it creates between the whumpee and whumper. It adds layers of control and power plays, which can make the whole situation even more intense. The way it forces characters into such a vulnerable state is just sooo deliciousss.

What I love the most is the thought's that whumpee gets while being choked. When a character is choking, it’s like everything else fades away, and it’s just them and this immediate, life-or-death struggle. The thoughts are the one thing that changes the whole situation. It ramps up the tension and keeps them on edge, wondering how they’ll get out of it or if they’ll even make it.

Whumpee's breaths are ragged, each gasp a desperate plea that falls on deaf ears. The world seems to be narrowing, collapsing into a pinprick of darkness as their lungs scream for air that isn’t coming. Their mind races, a jumble of fragmented thoughts. Is this how it ends?

Whumpee can feel the pressure tightening, relentless. Their vision blurs, and they struggle to focus on anything but the suffocating grip around their throat. The room spins, and their heartbeat feels like it’s trying to break free from their chest. It’s like being trapped in a nightmare where the walls are closing in, and there’s no escape.

There’s an almost surreal clarity in this moment of terror. They think about everything They won’t get to do—no more sunrises, no more laughter, no more moments of peace. All those simple things I took for granted are slipping away, one choking gasp at a time.

Whumpee's hands claw uselessly at the constriction, nails digging into their skin, but it’s like trying to fight a storm with bare hands. Whumpee's thoughts are a blur of panic and regret, all mingled with a helpless resignation. I’m fading, losing grip on everything familiar.

The worst part? The absolute isolation. In this moment, no one can hear my silent screams. I’m utterly alone, drifting into the darkness with only the oppressive pressure as my cruel companion.

Is this it? Is this what it means to truly lose yourself? To have your life squeezed out of you, one choking breath at a time? The fear grips them like icy fingers, and whumpee can’t help but think that there’s no coming back from this.

Oh god oh god oh god Please please Im sorry im sorry

Please let my family be okay..

Finally.

So, yeah, choking in whump isn’t just about the physical act. It’s about the emotions, the stakes, and the dynamic it sets up. :))

Whump Series

Eyes--status complete. 8 parts. TW: kidnapping, self-sacrifice, coma?, blood, weapons, honestly this is magical shit so i have no idea how to tag it, some team elements, but not overt team whump

Roadtrip--status complete. 12 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, drugging, sexual assault, rape, non-con, stabbing, blood, hospital, dehumanization, gagging, creepy/intimate whumper, escape attempts (I hope I got all the tags). Has some team elements, but not overt team whump

Annoyed--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, torture, whipping, blood, creepy/intimate whumper, sexual assault, noncon, videotaping, rescue

Fit--status complete. 5 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, muzzle, noncon, sexual assault, physical assault, drowning, collapse, broken bones, implied hurt/comfort/hurt/aftermath/hurt/recovery

Nothing--status complete. 7 parts. TW: emotional manipulation, noncon, dissociation, physical violence, broken bones, bruises, choking, suffocation, emotional whump, caretaker and whumpee

See--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Where--status complete. 4 parts. TW: blood, torture, captivity, emotional whump, hospital, unclear character status at the end

Mutual--status complete. 7 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, whipping, blood, knives, beating, bruises, wounds, suffocation, choking, rescue, explosion, self-sacrifice, video tapes, emotional whump

Prepared --status complete. 3 parts. TW: mcd, blood, emotional whump

Know--status complete. 6 parts. TW: blood, kidnapping, torture, restraints, two whumpers, rescue, hospital

The Gift--status complete. 7 parts. TW: captivity, torture, physical violence, blood, noncon, buried alive, two whumpers, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hospital

Alive--status complete. 5 parts. TW: torture, captivity, restraints, water torture, electrocution, hospital, emotional whump, self sacrifice, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, rescue. Has team elements, but is not team whump

How--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, whipping, blood, wounds, botched escape, actual escape, two whumpers

Take--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, torture, rescue, scars, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt recovery. 

Dearest Forsaken--status complete. 10 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, gore, knives, physical violence, electrocution, drowning, choking, white torture, sensory deprivation, rescue, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery. Has team elements but is not team whump.

Late--status complete. 2 parts. TW: drowning, kidnapping, cpr; rescue. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Dramatic--status complete. 4 parts. TW: hostage situation, self sacrifice, guns, gunfire, gunshot, blood, mcd. Has team elements, but is not team whump.

Choke--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, choking, strangulation, drowning, passive suicidal ideation, temporary character death, cpr, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Rescue--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, failed rescue attempt, torture, blood, wounds, sickness, rescue, hospital. Has team elements, but is not team whump

Bloody Valentine--status complete. 6 parts. TW: mcd, blood, gore, wounds, kidnapping, physical violence, hospital, yandere whumper

Hunger--status complete. 2 parts. TW: captivity, torture, starvation, cruel whumper, fawning, feigned fawning

Ice--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, escape/rescue, drowning, hypothermia, cpr, mcd. Not team whump, but has team elements.

Secrets--status complete. 5 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, blood, torture, forced to watch, rescue

Want--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, kidnapping, yandere whumper, physical violence, drugging, sexual assault, noncon, rescue (x2), MCD, knives

Good Times, Bad Times--status complete. 6 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, noncon, two whumpers, sadistic whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, rescue

52 Weeks--status complete. 8 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, wounds, video tapes, rescue. Not team whump, but has team elements.

In Plain Sight--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, torture, blood, wounds, burns, restraints, medical care, hospital, caretaker and whumpee

Not of This World--status complete. 10 parts. TW: kidnapping, captivity, blood, murder, death (not mcd), noncon, aliens

Say It--status complete. 5 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, knives, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, emotional whump, escape, hospital, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee. 

Morning --status complete. 5 parts. TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Reaper at the Gate--status complete. 7 parts. TW: restraints, blood, torture, captivity, botched escape attempt, physical violence, electrocution, drowning, illness, fever, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, unclear character status. Not team whump, but has team elements.  

The Sea Inside--status complete. 9 parts. TW: blood, wounds, stabbing, potential drowning, captivity, torture, cruel whumper, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee (mostly comfort tbh)

Legends Rise--status complete. 8 parts. TW: public humiliation, whipping, torture, restraints, blood, stabbing, knives, unconsciousness, defiant whumpee, threat of death. 

Song of the Siren--status complete. 6 parts. TW: yandere whumper, captivity, magic, soul sucking, manipulation, drowning, implied mcd. 

Awake--status complete. 6 parts. TW: head injury, drugging, broken bones, noncon, yandere whumper, unclear character status. 

Come On--status complete. 5 parts (including epilogue). TW: captivity, blood, wounds, infection, bandages, drowning, knives, stabbing, mcd, grief, mourning, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee. 

Every Breath--status complete. 5 parts. TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, sick fic, medical whump, yandere whumper, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, unclear character status. 

Royal Pain--status complete. 6 parts. TW: torture, restraints, bruises, blood, wounds, emotional whump, cruel whumper, self sacrifice, mcd, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/no comfort. 

This Means War--status complete. 8 parts. TW: kidnapping, torture, choking, strangulation, restraints, unconsciousness, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, hospital, unclear character status (multiple)

Secret Agent Man--status complete. 7 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, broken bones, bruises, wounds, injury, blood, knives, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, rescue, caretaker and whumpee, two whumpers

On a Limb--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, rescue, broken bones, amputation, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Lethal Weapon--status complete. 7 parts. TW: conditioning, manipulation, captivity, hidden injury, gunshot, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, hospital, self sacrifice, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath. Team elements, but not team whump

The Night We Met--status complete. 4 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, noncon, blood, wounds, drugging, mcd, two whumpers, creepy/intimate whumper, cruel whumper

At Last--status complete. 4 parts. TW: captivity, torture, wounds, blood, bruises, unconsciousness, hospital, escape, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Words--status complete. 2 parts. TW: emotional whump, threats, torture, captivity, restraints, wounds, blood, stab wounds, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Once and for All--status complete. 7 parts. TW: kidnapping, restraints, gags, physical violence, torture, blood, bruises, broken bones, noncon, choking, unconsciousness, mcd, two whumpers, hurt/no comfort

Forever--status complete. 5 parts. TW: yandere, drugging, magic, poisoning, unconsciousness, self sacrifice

Stuck On You--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, broken bones, escape, hospital, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, two whumpees

Quake--status complete. 3 parts. TW: earthquake, head injury, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hospital. 

Undercover--status complete. 3 parts. TW: blood, gunshot, wounds, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, blood, gunshot, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Grateful--status complete. 3 parts. TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, scars, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Chatter--status complete. 5 parts. TW: restraints, torture, exposure, hypothermia, unconsciousness, noncon touching, noncon, escape, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, hurt/aftermath

Higher Love--status complete. 7 parts including epilogue. TW: captivity, torture, drugging, noncon, sexual assault, rape, hospital, rescue, dissociation, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee, yandere whumper, cravings, substance abuse, recovery.

Sweet Nothings--status complete. 2 parts. TW: injury, hospital, unconsciousness, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Hook, Line, and Sinker--status complete. 8 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, gag, self sacrifice, torture, stabbing, blood, gun, gunshot, mcd, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Touch Them--status complete. 7 parts including alternate ending. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, blood, head injury, forced to watch, choking, strangulation, suffocation, begging, noncon, rape, broken bones, mcd, caretaker and whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper. Alternate does not have MCD

Are You Scared--status complete. 2 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, buried alive, temporary character death, cpr, rescue, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

On Three

Thin Ice

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Ready, Set, Go

Two Birds, One Bullet

Compass--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, hunting, cruel sadistic whumper, pursuit, gun shot, unclear character status

Close

Unhand

In Your Arms--status complete. 3 parts. TW: kidnapping, torture, restraints, bruises, beating, rescue, gun fire, gunshot, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, temporary character death, cpr, hospital, bedside vigil, emotional manipulation, self sacrifice, lies, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Antidote

Still With Us

Make Me

You're Awake

So Tired

Miss Me?

Strength in Your Bones

Tender is the Night

Again and Again

We've Had a Good Run

Lovely

Shake and Shiver

Silence

Electrify

Frozen Tears

Heavy Burden

What Have You Done?

Walk

Devil's Advocate

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Thin Ice--status complete. 3 parts. TW: captivity, torture, brands, burns, restraints, cruel whumper, hurt/no comfort, mcd

You're Doing Great

On Three

Twenty-Three and Me

Strength in Your Bones

So Tired

All Quiet

Let Me Help You

Another catatonia request--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, catatonia, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Dangerous Game--status complete; 3 parts. TW: captivity, restraints, torture, threat of death, pursuit, escape, stabbing, blood, mcd, hurt/no comfort, failed rescue

Lonely Place of Longing

Electric Feel

Lonely Place of Longing

Warnings: cut, wound, blood, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee, living weapon whumpee, i guess captivity and restraints?

“Welcome to Organization, Caretaker,” the Chairman said.

“Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity,” Caretaker said enthusiastically. Caretaker had always wanted to make a difference with their life. They knew that Organization—with their unprecedented efforts to keep the world safe—was the best way to do so. Though they had limited military training, and absolutely no background in technology management, somehow Caretaker had managed to get the job.

“Let me take you to your team. You’re going to be assigned to Alpha Team. They’re our most active. I’ll let Team Leader fill you in on your duties. They are your direct superior and you are to report to them.”

“Understood. Thank you, Chairman.” Caretaker hurried along to follow the Chairman.

“There are several teams. But Alpha has the most unusual members. Ah, Team Leader, there you are,” the Chairman stopped in the hallway as they almost collided with a hulking figure. Team Leader easily stood a head taller than Chairman. And a head and a half taller than Caretaker. They looked down at Caretaker with warm, dark eyes.

“You must be my new medic.”

Caretaker nodded vigorously. “Yes! I won’t let you down.”

“I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team. They’re in our portion of Base. What have they told you about our team?” Team Leader walked quickly. Caretaker had to half jog to keep up.

“That you are very active as a team. And that you have…” Caretaker’s voice trailed off. How would Team Leader take to having their team called unusual?

“We have a pretty big team. I’ll introduce you to them all in time. But I have to warn you. We have something assigned to our unit that makes us indispensable. Your job will be to manage and take care of that thing.”

“I won’t let you down. I promise,” Caretaker said eagerly.

“Do you know what a living weapon is, Caretaker?” Team Leader asked, completely ignoring Caretaker’s promises.

Caretaker stopped walking. A living weapon. They had heard of them of course. But never in their wildest dreams did they think they would ever see one, let alone work with one. They were supposedly the most dangerous assets Organization had at their disposal. Their enemies, of course, also had living weapons. A great number of them. Weapons were allegedly easily corruptible. Weapons were typically very, very evil. They had to be kept under lock and key at all times. Caretaker nodded. “They’re a human, well they were human to start with. And they’ve been imbued with…”

“With powers that make them more dangerous than an army of regular soldiers.”

Caretaker swallowed. So it was true. Living weapons really could level a city by themselves.

“We have one. They’re called Whumpee. Your job is simple, Caretaker. Keep Whumpee alive. Patch them up when we bring them back. And keep them in their quarters. They aren’t to be trusted with any freedom. No matter how much they ask, you can never let them out of our quarters unsupervised. Do I make myself clear?” Caretaker nodded.

“And, Caretaker, please remember they are dangerous. They are deadlier than any gun, knife, or projectile you will ever see. Please remember that.”

Caretaker nodded again and continued to follow Team Leader. They half heartedly listened to Team Leader introduce them to Alpha Team. Over a dozen names and faces to memorize. But none of them were the weapon. And Caretaker’s mind kept drifting to the weapon. What were they like? What were their powers? Would they hurt Caretaker? Would they try to escape and hurt the rest of the team?

After what felt like hours of introductions, but Caretaker realized it may have only been half an hour, Team Leader was leading them away from the rest of the team. “Whumpee’s room is down this hall. I hope you don’t mind, it’s where we had to put your room.” Team Leader looked a touch embarrassed. “No one wants to stay down here near them. I’ve put in a work order to repurpose our library into a living quarters. Once that’s nearly ready we can convert your room to the library and then you can move. I’m sorry.”

No one even wanted to sleep near the weapon. How evil were they? “It’s ok. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Thank you.”

Team Leader knocked loud and hard on a door at the end of the hall. “Whumpee! Open up!” Team Leader called gruffly. “You have a new keeper. Come meet them!”

The door swung open to reveal a small, spartan room. A bed was tucked into a corner, blanket neatly tucked in. A desk was not too far from there, a small stack of books and papers in the center. Caretaker could see a small balcony opposite their door that overlooked Base’s grounds. Caretaker swallowed as they realized the balcony was caged in. The other window had bars. There was no escaping this room.

Team Leader strode into the center of the room and turned to face the door. “Whumpee, meet Caretaker. Caretaker this is Whumpee.” Whumpee leaned against the wall. Their pale blonde hair curled softly at their collar and they watched Caretaker with icy blue eyes. They were tall and lean, though their build didn’t betray the power that lurked beneath. Their clothes were plain—black shirt tucked into black pants, with black boots. The only thing adorning them were the silvery cuffs at their wrists—cuffs that Caretaker knew kept them from accessing their power.

“Nice to meet you, Caretaker,” Whumpee said, their voice surprisingly soft. Caretaker fully expected their voice to be low, grating. They didn’t expect a soft, pleasant sounding voice.

Caretaker swallowed twice before replying. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“I’m going to leave you two to get acquainted. Whumpee you are to give Caretaker a run down of your medical history and what they may need to know to be better than your last keeper. Actually, you can also let them patch up that cut from our mission this morning. It’s a small one, Caretaker. Won’t take you that long. I’ll check back in with you, Caretaker, in,” Team Leader looked at their watch, “an hour. I have a briefing with Delta Team to get to.”

Before Caretaker could protest, Team Leader left. Caretaker stood in the center of the room, their heart in their throat. Team Leader left them alone. With a living weapon. A being so dangerous they were kept in a room that was essentially a cage. And they had their powers suppressed at all times.

“Are you afraid of me?” Whumpee asked quietly. They hadn’t moved. Hadn’t attempted to get closer to Caretaker. Hadn’t tried to run out the door behind Team Leader.

Caretaker licked their suddenly dry lips. “Yes.”

Whumpee nodded. “Good. You should be.” They crossed the room and flopped onto their stomach on the bed. Caretaker could see a long, still bleeding cut, running the length of the weapon’s back from their left shoulder to their right hip.

The weapon propped their head up on their arms. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless Team Leader tells me to.”

“Do you always do as Team Leader asks?”

The weapon lay their cheek on their arm. “Yes. I am to always listen to Team Leader.” The weapon sighed. “The last one didn’t last long. There’s no shame in quitting. I won’t blame you.”

“What?”

“My last keeper. They quit after three days. It’s ok if you are too scared. You can quit. Everyone does eventually.” The weapon seemed to say the last more to themself than Caretaker.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” If they got to work they could ignore the weapon and their ice cold eyes.

“In my med bay.”

“You have your own?” This unit was much fancier than Caretaker thought. Each member got their own private med bay. Just how large was this space?

The weapon closed their eyes as though they were suddenly very weary. “No one wanted to share with me.”

Caretaker was silent. What do you even say to that? They looked around for the door to the med bay.

“You don’t need to dress it, Caretaker. It will clot soon. Probably.”

“You’ll ruin your sheets.”

“Isn’t the first time. Won’t be the last time.”

Caretaker very much did not want to be alone in the room with the weapon any longer. But they had a job to do. So they crossed the room to a door that they thought might lead to another room. They were right. The med bay was well stocked. They grabbed some gauze and anti septic so they could dress the wound.

Caretaker worked in silence. And the weapon was silent. Caretaker expected them to fill Caretaker in on their medical history while they worked. Expected them to say anything. But the weapon merely lay there and let Caretaker clean and dress the wound. “I don’t think it needs stitches. But I could glue it if—“

“It’s fine, Caretaker.” The weapon pulled their shirt off and over their head. Their back and chest were littered with scars, some older, some newer. “Here’s my medical history. I can’t get sick. I can’t remember if I did before…before I came here.”

Caretaker marveled at the scars. How was the weapon still alive? Some of them were serious, grievous wounds. “Anything else I should know?”

The weapon shook their head. They opened another door to reveal a small closet. They tossed the soiled shirt into a bin. They pulled another shirt from the drawer and put it on. “I am glad to meet you, Caretaker. No matter how long you stay here.”

A muzzle that traps every breath, soaks through from the tears and rubs the bridge and underside of the whumpee’s jaw raw. If they can talk, the words sound muffled and strained with the attempt to make themselves understood. A muzzle that is designed to give a semblance of humanity while still reminding the whumpee of their place.

Put Up Your Dukes

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, physical violence, restraints

Whumper laughed as they circled Whumpee. Laughed as Whumpee raised their fists to fight back. They had been right about grabbing this one. That this one would be entertaining as Whumper tortured them until the end. 

“You’re adorable,” Whumper said through their laughter. 

Whumpee lunged with a primal scream, their fists coming straight for Whumper’s head. Whumper simply side-stepped Whumpee’s fists. 

Whumpee was weak. Days without food or water had left them dizzy. Days of being beaten and tied up had left them shaky. But they couldn’t go down without a fight. 

“Let me go,” Whumpee hissed as they gathered their energy to pounce on Whumper once more. 

“Why would I do that?” Whumper said as they continued to watch Whumpee. To lure them in within striking distance. 

Whumpee lunged again with a growl, but Whumper was prepared this time. They ducked under Whumpee’s fists and punched up into Whumpee’s solar plexus. Whumpee gasped for air as they struggled to breathe. But Whumper didn’t stop. 

In one fluid motion, Whumper boxed Whumpee’s ears. Taking advantage of Whumpee’s disorientation, they threw Whumpee down to the ground, kicking Whumpee in the ribs. 

Whumpee squealed with pain as they tried to hunch over themself to protect their core. But Whumper was unrelenting. They kicked Whumpee over and over until Whumpee’s cries stopped. Until Whumpee’s breathing was ragged and they were unmoving. 

Then, and only then, did Whumper stop. They knelt down and cuffed Whumpee’s bruised wrists. “And that is why I can’t let you go,” they cooed into Whumpee’s ear as they dragged Whumpee’s unconscious body to the chains on the wall. “I’m having too much fun to stop.”

Whumptober 2023 | Day 10 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist 

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you’d never leave.”

CW: yandere whumper, maybe broken bone, kidnapping, noncon drugging, syringe

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Whumpee held their phone up to the sky, waving it around fruitlessly as they squinted up at the screen, hoping to be blessed by tiny bars of cell service gracing the hotbar of their phone. No such luck. They groaned much too loudly, enough that their friend would overhear and hopefully come to their heroic rescue.

“WhumpeeEERRRRRRR,” they called out, imitating a particularly annoying preschooler they used to hate. “There’s no signal. If you were gonna take me camping in the middle of nowhere, the least you could do is provide high-speed wifi.”

“Mm, yeah, my mistake, many apologies, m’lord.” Whumper deadpanned with a smirk as they scouted out the campsite, matching Whumpee’s banter. “I’ll take you to the Bermuda Triangle next time. Even less service there, so I’ve heard. ”

Whumpee let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wouldn’t! That's it, I’m canceling you on Twitter!”

“Right.” They made their way over to Whumpee, leaning against the car with their arms crossed, head tilted to the side. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that without cell service?”

“As soon as we get the high-speed wifi I requested, it’s over for you.”

“But then you couldn’t cancel me for not getting you wifi because you’ll have wifi, right?”

“Don't try to sway me with such trivial things as facts and logic!” Whumpee decreed hautilily. "You must be punished for your crimes. Your execution will be glorious!”

Whumper grinned despite their exaggerated tough guy act. Whumpee always knew how to make them smile. Their heart had been racing ever since they left, wondering if they were making the right choice here. They could still back out, just have a regular nice, normal camping trip with Whumpee.

But no. Whumper had to bite their lip to not fully oggle at Whumpee as they stood on the edge of the trunk, bantering without a care in the world. A warm all-consuming pressure filled Whumper’s chest and they had to make a physical effort not to squeal like a child when their crush noticed them for the first time. Soon they would have this all the time. This was the right choice.

They jumped up to join Whumpee on the lip of the trunk, awkwardly slouching down under the trunk door proper. “Well, might be kind of hard to execute me if you can’t cancel me in the first place, no?”

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Whumpee raised a challenging eyebrow at them. Whumper had to manually remember how to breathe. 

They snatched Whumpee’s phone out of their grasp and lept down from the trunk, sprinting halfway across the campsite and turning around to dangle the phone tauntingly before Whumpee even had a chance to jump down.

“Can’t cancel me without access to the outside world at all, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper!”

“You would!”

Whumpee snorted, jumping down and sprinted toward Whumper, but Whumper took off again in a different direction, so they were still the same distance away by the time Whumpee made it to Whumper’s original spot.

Whumpee blew some air up their face, their bangs fluttering up in the most adorable way. They made their way toward Whumper again, this time walking normally, panting lightly and holding out their hand. “Okay, seriously, I need my phone back please."

Whumper squeezed the phone in a death grip and bit the inside of their cheek, so hard they almost drew blood. They cherished moment, the way their heart fluttered. It may be a while before they and Whumpee could have moments like this again, but after that, life would be nothing but these moments.

Whumpee grabbed onto Whumper's shoulder to leverage themself up to the arm holding their phone toward the sky, but their hand fell just short of reaching. One of the advantages of being the taller one. But then Whumpee used their shoulder as a boost to jump higher, and Whumper had to stumble back to keep the phone away from them. Whumpee’s knees buckled from the sudden absence of Whumper's body to brace the fall and they fell on their ass with a shriek. Oh no. No no no.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Whumper yelled, backing up further.

Whumpee hissed. A telltale redness of the eyes betraying held-back tears as they cursed to fire shooting up their tailbone. 

“What was that for?” They demanded, more confused and pained than angry. Even when Whumper accidentally hurt them, they didn't get mad; Whumper could have cried. Whumpee really was perfect, weren’t they?

“Just give me my phone, would ya, man? Jesus, I think I bruised my tailbone or something. We might need to actually call someone now, or go to urgent care…”

“You can’t do that, Whumpee. Sorry.”

Whumpee, for the first time, groaned in annoyance and tilted their chin up at Whumper. That would need correcting later. But even still, the actions made Whumper want to squeeze Whumpee until they popped.

“Why not? You break the cell service on purpose? Or did you actually take me out here to kidnap me, torture me, then leave my remains strewn about the woods so they’d never find me again?” A wry smile crept onto their face again, one which quickly disappeared as soon as Whumper spoke again.

“Well… one out of the three.”

“What?” Their eyes widened into a brief flash of fear before the mask of confusion settled on their features again. Whumper always took the joke too far sometimes. They knew that. With some effort and a clenched jaw, they pushed up to their knees. “Whumper, stop fucking around and help me up. I need to get to a doctor.”

Whumper closed their eyes and took a deep breath, a loud roaring in their ears. No turning back now. 

They threw Whumpee's phone on the ground and smashed the heel of their hiking boot into the fragile glass, and Whumpee cried out, falling out of their precarious squat and straight onto their tailbone, then spasming out so they laid trembling on their side. Whumper stomped on the phone until it more resembled broken spare parts than an actual device, then swished it around in the dirt just to make sure.

Whumpee stared at the dust-bitten parts with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then their fiery gaze shot up and found Whumper. “What the FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Whumper stared at Whumpee, hardly able to breathe. This was it. The Confession.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Whumpee, but I can’t let anyone else have you anymore. That includes people on your phone. You’re mine. And I’m yours. They might try to get in our way, and if that happens, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the problem entirely. I know you might be in shock right now, but I think you’ll find that in time... I mean, I’ll make sure you never want for anything and no one–... no one will… Are you– Do you need help?...”

Whumpee struggled to their feet with shaky legs, wincing the entire time, breathing heavily, almost like a panic response. They never took their eyes off Whumper. It would have been perfect, except for the terrified and hurt and still slightly disbelieving expression that etched into their features. Whumper tried to go and help them up, but Whumpee practically lept backward, almost toppling over again in the process.

“The fuck?! No, stay away from me! This is– What is this? You’re actually kidnapping me?”

“No, no, Whumpee, look, you’re in shock,” Whumper rushed forward and grabbed them by the forearms to hold them steady. Whumpee tugged away violently, but still, Whumper held them fast. “I have a cabin out here, no one will find us, we’ll go there and we can patch you up and you can–”

“No, no! Let go of me Whumper, let me go, I don’t want to be kidnapped! Let me go, please, please I can’t– I can’t– please–... don’t–…”

Whumpee was getting hysterical, their breaths shallow and fast, their face so much whiter than normal and tears falling freely down their cheeks. This was all wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Thankfully, Whumper was always prepared. As gently as possible, they wrenched Whumpee’s arm downward and Whumpee collapsed to their knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper slipped the syringe out of their pocket. A pre-measured dose. Just for Whumpee.

“Whumpee, you’re hysterical. I’m going to put you to this’ll help you relax, almost like you’re asleep. You won’t be able to move, but know you’ll always be safe from now on. With me.”

Whumpee tried to tug away from Whumpers iron grip, breath hitching intensely as they unsuccessfully tried to back up, shaking their head and pleading, “No–, no no no–, I don't–, please don’t, just– let me go–  I don’t– stop, stop, stop stop no stop stopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP PLEASE!!”

Then they plunged the needle into Whumpee’s arm, more forcefully than they meant to. Whumpee was starting to get on their nerves. They let out a strangled cry, still trying desperately to pull away, struggling with all their might. Until they couldn’t anymore. They swallowed, doing their damnedest to fight the drug overpowering their body, slowly shutting them down. All that did was work the poison around their body faster. Their actions slowly got weaker and weaker until they collapsed into Whumper’s arms, eyes slowely blinking and unfocused, barely seeing through the fog.

Whumper smiled down into Whumpee’s eyes, scooping them up into a bridal carry, their head lolling against their chest.

“See, isn’t that better? Let’s go home and get those injuries all fixed up for you. I’ll make sure you get settled in nice and snug. You’ll love it… I’m so glad we’re finally going through with this. I’d be lost without you, dear. And you’d be lost without me.”

❤️

Months after Whumpee was rescued, they found themself in bed early in the morning, bundled in warm blankets, listening to birds singing behind the window and waiting for Caretaker to wake up. They stirred soon enough, tossing around and rubbing their face before finally opening their eyes and meeting Whumpee's gaze. Whumpee seemed relaxed -- Caretaker also relaxed back to warm sleepiness. There was no emergency in how Whumpee looked. There was something -- odd, still.

Caretaker smiled gently and whispered, "hey."

"Hey," Whumpee replied just as quietly, their lips tagging into a half-smile that made Caretaker's heart melt.

But they wanted to make sure. "How are you doing?"

"I'm--" Whumpee started and then paused, eyes growing wide. They sucked in a breath and hid their face, and in half a second Caretaker was hovering above them, not knowing what went wrong. "I'm good," Whumpee managed. And sobbed.

They were good. They thought about it -- about the warmth around them and the one settled in their chest, the softness of their bed and the blessing of being allowed to lie there, enjoying the moment when nothing hurt. About Caretaker and their sleepy smile that made Whumpee feel so warm and safe and...

Happy.

Caretaker's hand hovered over their shoulder asking for permission, always, always, giving them a chance to say no. Whumpee scooped them in a hug, squeezed tightly, overwhelmed with love and relief.

Caretaker made a questioning, still alarmed sound. "It's fine," Whumpee hurried to assure them. "It's just, I'm so-- I'm so happy."

It took a second for the significance of it to sink it, and then Caretaker hugged back with the same needy tightness. Whumpee laughed and hid their wet face in the crook of Caretaker's neck.

They hadn't been sure if they could still feel anything but fear and pain. The discovery was overwhelming.

They could be happy.

And they were.

Hiss

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Warnings: restraints; kidnapping; pet whump; blood; biting, defiant whumpee

Whumper surveyed their new pet as they knelt on the floor, their arms bound behind their back. Whumper was very pleased. This one was very….pretty. “Welcome, my pet.”

“Pet?” Whumpee tilted their head. “That’s a first.”

Whumper frowned. “Yes, pet. This may come as a–”

“Wait, like pet pet?”

Whumper took a slow breath. New pets always took training. This one was proving to be…difficult. “I am your master now. You will listen to me!”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Listening has never really been my thing.”

“Then you will learn,” Whumper sneered. They cast about for their crop. This one was testing their patience. 

“I’m assuming you would much rather a warm cuddly pet. Never had a dog. Mother abhorred all things with fur. The man who raised me, he had cats.” Whumpee continued to ramble on.

“What are you going on about, my pet?” Whumper asked as they snatched their riding crop from the desk.

Whumpee’s eyes grew wide as Whumper brought the crop close to Whumpee’s face. Whumper brought it under their chin, lifting it slightly. “I-I was just saying I don’t have much practice with pets.”

“Well, I can teach you, pet.” Whumper whispered. “You were around cats?”

“Sometimes. Not too often. My sister is allergic. But,” Whumpee’s blue eyes shined brightly as Whumper ran the crop down Whumpee’s body. “But I did have a pet once.”

Whumper cupped Whumpee’s face delicately, crop poised to strike if needed. “Oh? My pet had a pet? And tell me, pretty, what did you have?”

The blue eyes turned icy as Whumpee twisted in Whumper’s grasp. “Snakes.” Whumpee bit down on Whumper’s hand that cupped Whumpee’s face. Whumper howled and attempted to strike Whumpee with the crop, but Whumpee lunged forward, shifting Whumper off balance. 

The two of them fell into a heap on the ground, Whumpee thrashing violently as they continued to bite down on Whumper’s hand. Whumper’s pained shrieks drew the attention of their minions who flooded the room and one of the minions hooked two fingers in Whumpee’s nose forcing Whumpee to release Whumper. 

Whumper jumped up, snatched their crop and slapped Whumpee across the face. “That was a bad pet! How dare you bite your master!” They slapped Whumpee again. 

Icy blue eyes stared up at Whumper, defiant as ever. Whumpee licked the blood off their lips. Whumper’s blood. “Hiss hiss, motherfucker.”

Bite Down

Warnings: field med, blood, wounds, crossbow, crossbow bolt, gore, unconsciousness

Whumpee screamed as the bolt pierced the skin of their right leg. Screamed as they collapsed forward, their leg no longer able to bear their weight. And they screamed as they landed, further pushing the bolt into their leg.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker called out as they turned around to face Whumpee.

"Go....go after Whumper," Whumpee called weakly. This was bad. They knew it was bad, but they couldn't let Whumper get away. They tried to avoid jostling the bolt as they turned over. Whumpee felt nauseous as they looked as the bolt poking through their skin. Looked at the blood flowing from the wound. Looked at the injury that could cripple them. "Caretaker, just....just go."

Caretaker shook their head. "I'm not leaving you behind."

"But Whumper--"

"The rest of the team can handle it. Let me help you." Caretaker dropped to their knees next to Whumpee. "How bad is the pain?"

Whumpee swallowed against the nausea before answering. "Pretty......pretty bad." How were they going to walk out of these woods? How was the med team going to get to them.

Caretaker surveyed the wound with a cold, calculating gaze. "Can you walk?"

Whumpee shook their head. "I don't think so." The forest spun around them. Whumpee closed their eyes against the pain, against the dizziness.

"Mhmm. Thought so." Caretaker patted their pockets a moment. "Whumpee. Whumpee! Open your eyes. Are you with me?" Caretaker's voice was urgent, but soft.

Whumpee opened their eyes. "'m 'ere, Caretaker."

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all, but it's the only thing I can come up with. If I pick you up now, it's just going to jostle the bolt even more." Whumpee winced at the thought. "So I'm not going to do that." Whumpee sighed with relief. "We need to pull it out and wrap your leg. Then I can carry you."

Whumpee's mouth went dry. "There has to be something--"

"Whumpee, we are in the woods. The car is half a mile away from here. You can't walk there. You can't crawl. I can't bring the car here. This seems like the only option to me."

Whumpee nodded. "Do it."

Caretaker pulled off their belt and held it to Whumpee's mouth. "Bite down on this." They tore the bottom part of their shirt off and into strips while Whumpee put the belt in their mouth and bit down.

"Ready, Whumpee?" Caretaker's eyes softened for a moment. They didn't want to hurt Whumpee any more than Whumpee wanted to hurt them. But this was the only way.

Whumpee nodded again. They looked up at the canopy of branches above them. They couldn't watch the bolt go through their leg. Couldn't watch Caretaker work. Couldn't watch any of it. But they could watch the sky. Could watch and hope that it would be quick.

"On the count of three then." Whumpee felt Caretaker put a hand on their thigh. "One," and Caretaker pulled on the bolt. Whumpee's world whited out with pain and then they knew no more.

Aaaand fuck you- it's good, it's accurate, but fuck you /pos

Content warning: ableism

Autistic whumpee things

Whumpee starts off barely verbal. Whumper wants to chat so they punish whumpee until they can spit out lines like "how was your day" "I'm fine how are you"

Whumper figures out that loud noise hurts whumpee, and they now start torture sessions with a harsh clap just to get that first flinch

Alternatively they could use light, touch, or also UNDER STIMULATION depending on whumpee's issues

Whumpee picking up on whumper's routines and analyzing their mood based on their patterns

Autistics tend to be visual thinkers. This means it could be easier for them to figure out the layout of the house based on sounds and where they're at. Escape attempts?

Whumpee being rational despite starting to go insane, making whumper think it's not working. Autistics are information-based thinkers so we often aren't even tuned into our feelings

On that note, whumper getting irritated that they can't provoke strong reactions at times

Whumpee being punished for not understanding something whumper told them to do

Executive dysfunction making whumpee just freeze when they're told to do something, cue punishment

Whumper getting their kicks on how "stupid" whumpee is, seeing how far it goes by testing their verbal comprehension

Changing up routine or forcing whumpee to speak and mask just to watch them meltdown

Using their autistic traits to show how "you could never cope without me, you need me"

"poor social reject, only I can truly understand you"

I've heard about this. Never experienced it, surprisingly, but I've heard of it.

Stabbed

I got a bit of evening inspo and decided to act on it. So, here's my first ever attempt at nameless whump

Tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @ashirisu

Warnings: Stabbed/ stab wound

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Whumpee could barely process what was going on. Who's hands were pressing on the wound? There was no shape to them, only blocks of pain pushing into their leg. Who was shouting? They all sounded like distant echos, far away from whumpee.

They could feel the vibrations of the scream and the strain it put on their lungs, but they couldn't hear it. It was all hazy, as if a fog had rolled through whumpee's consciousness.

They had no energy to struggle, and yet they tried. It's all they could do. Part of them knew it wouldn't help, but they just kept doing it.

Their vision was a blur, full of sweat and tears. Whumpee could only make out vague shapes. One person pinning their upper body, their hands pressing into Whumpee's wrists, keeping them restrained. Another sat on their ankles holding Whumpee's legs still as they added the pressure. The horrible pressure.

Whumpee just wanted it to stop, so they struggled and struggled until the fog in their mind finally took hold and they felt free.

Writing Challenges

Whumpuary--2023--status complete. 20 days of prompts. 40 prompts/all prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. Various TW. 15 short writings. All prompts filled.

Febuwhump--2022--status complete. 29 short writings on various prompts with various tw.; 2023--status complete. 28 short writings on various prompts with various tw. 2024--status complete. 29 short writings on various prompts with various tw.

March Trop-a-thon--status complete. 7 prompts filled. Various TW. 

Wollemi Whump Event--status complete. 15 prompts filled. Various TW.

Merry Whump of May-- 2023-status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW.

June of Doom--2023--status complete. 30 prompts filled. Various TW. 2024--status complete. 30 prompts filled. Various TW.

Whumpmas in July--2023--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Mix of writing and questions. Various TW. 2024

Whumptober 2022--status complete. 31 short prompts of varying tw. 2023 --status complete. 31 short prompts of varying tw. 

Whumpcember--2022--status complete. 31 prompts filled. Various TW. 2023--status complete. All prompts filled. Various TW.

Winter Whumperland--2022--status complete. 12 prompts filled. Various TW. 2023--status complete. 12 prompts filled. Various TW.

June of Doom day 6

 “you’re doing great” (injection/nightmare/duct tape)

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to get you out of here…” Caretaker made sure to keep their voice a low, calm whisper. They kneeled before Whumpee, carefully cutting away at the duct tape keeping them bound to a chair in Whumper’s basement.

Whumpee stared at them with wide, panicked eyes. Their eyes were dilated, pupils nearly entirely engulfed in black. It seemed like they were teetering on the edge of delirium, fighting a losing battle against whatever Whumper had given them. It made Caretaker furious, but they didn’t dare show it. Whumper would get what they deserved, but for now Caretaker had to focus on keeping Whumpee comfortable. 

Whumpee did not speak as Caretaker worked. Their eyes nervously tracked their each and every moment, body twitching in half realized jolts whenever Caretaker moved to quickly. They flinched whenever Caretaker touched them, though they did not pull away.  All Whumpee did was breathe, short and quick and terrified. 

Caretaker wasn’t sure they were in any state to understand them. They weren’t sure if Whumpee even recognized them. Caretaker spoke anyway. “You’re doing great. Just a little bit more, and we can go home.”

June of Doom day 24

“I think I’m going to be sick” (bleeding out/illness/cold sweat)

“I–I think… ’m gonna be sick,” were the last words Whumpee muttered before their eyes rolled to the back of their head and they fell in a dead faint. Caretaker doesn’t remember if they screamed, but they know that they’re clutching Whumpee’s limp body and shaking.

“Wake up, please just–wake up…” Caretaker moaned, clutching Whumpee to their chest.. They didn’t know what to do. Panic stole Caretaker’s medical knowledge from them. They couldn’t think. They didn’t know what was happening to Whumpee, or how to fix it, or if they would die here, trapped in Whumper’s cell. The thought made Caretaker sick. 

“You know that’s pointless, right?” Caretaker felt their entire body tense at the sound of Whumper’s voice. They turned, finding Whumper leaning on the wall just outside of the bars. Caretaker hadn’t heard them coming.

Rage, dulled somewhat by the buzzing in their head, filled Caretaker.“You–you sick fuck,” they tried their best to keep their voice steady, but knew they’d failed from the way Whumpee smirked. “What’d the hell did you do to them?!”

Whumper shrugged. “Not much. We’re moving tonight, and I don’t need you two awake for it,” Whumper reached for their belt, grabbing a set of keys and unlocking the cell door. Caretaker stumbled to their feet, blocking Whumpee from Wumper’s view. Whumper chucked at their attempt at protecting their unconscious cellmate. “No point in trying to wake them up. I gave them enough to knock out someone three times their size,” Whumper made a gesture towards Caretaker. “Had to make sure you both went down after all.”

“You–what?” Caretaker gasped out, fighting to keep their footing. 

The mocking look on Whumper’s face made Caretaker sick. “You’re a doctor or something, right? Can’t you feel when you’re under the influence? Do you think I was just being kind when I gave you two more than moldy bread to eat today? 

It took Caretaker a worryingly long time to recall what’d happened only an hour before. After weeks of scraps, Whumper had finally given them a proper meal. They’d both been starving, so desperate that they’d forgotten just how little they could trust what was given to them. They realized now how horrible of a mistake that had been. 

With swimming vision, Caretaker looked down at Whumpee, nearly stumbling to the ground with the movement. They hadn’t moved from where Caretaker had left them. They were so small, so much smaller than Caretaker was. It was no wonder that they’d been the first to feel the effects.

Caretaker wanted to ask what they’d been drugged with, where they were going, what was even happening, but their tongue had turned to mush in their mouth. Caretaker hit the ground, but didn’t feel the impact. They didn’t feel anything for a long while afterwards.

My congrats on the follower milestone. For the whump ask thing, perhaps this dialogue?

“My dear Leader, you think you have all the choices right now but really you only have two. You or them? Choose carefully.l

thanks im continuously surprised by how many people put up with my shenanigans <2

cw: creative license was used for this prompt oops, branding, forced to choose, creepy whumper, prisoner whump, team whump, mentions of past torture, implied flogging, restraints and manhandling

Leader had stopped caring. About anything, really. So when the guards chained his hands above him, he let them.

He was past caring. He stared at the tiles with dead eyes. His heart pulsed slowly, each moment dragged out. It was funny, how quickly, everything could fall apart.

Very human fingers brought him out of his mind, grabbing his chin and forcing his face upwards. 

Leader stared at Supervillain. Once– it felt long ago, but it couldn’t have been that long– he would have jerked away from the touch. Snarled a curse. But now he simply couldn’t bring himself to care. So, he took it.

Some of that sentiment must have betrayed itself in Leader's expression because Supervillain's grip tightened, nails breaking skin. “Tired, hm?" They dropped the young man's chin and ran a hand through the strands, the touch deceptively soft before tightening. Supervillain yanked Leader's head up by his hair, forcing him to look straight ahead. "Pay attention."

Two guards brought in a cauldron of burning coals, an iron ominously sticking out. Leader again felt its phantom pain, his side throbbing under its memory. He winced. He couldn’t help it. That– that had hurt. For days. 

There was a brief flicker of sarcasm.

Been there, done that.

It had been a while since Supervillain had resorted to anything so violently painful.

He could take it. 

He’d taken worse. 

Still, Leader did not look at the iron. Or the coals. He stared straight ahead and tried to remember how breathing worked. 

Supervillain smiled down at him like they knew something he didn't. Once the thought appeared, he couldn’t get rid of it. Something was different. Bile worked its way up his throat.

Something was wrong. 

Leader suppressed a shudder.

Before he could take another breath, the other shoe dropped.

A fourth guard carried a bleeding figure into the room. She dropped her burden unceremoniously onto the cold tiles before the cauldron with the branding iron.

The captive's head hit the floor with a sickening thud. They didn’t move. 

Supervillain glanced from the new arrival to Leader, wondering idly when he would make the connection. 

Leader's eyes widened in horror.

Supervillain's smile lit up the room. "Ah, yes. Took you long enough to put two and two together." They leaned in to whisper in Leader's ear. "I found them...oh so alone. A shame, really."

To Leader, the world was spinning and it wouldn’t stop. His vision blurred. 

Surely the captive, with terrible lacerations down their back, barely conscious, visibly shaking– surely, that wasn’t, of all people, Whumpee. 

God. 

Leader made a strangled noise in his throat– a silent scream– like someone had punched him. 

Supervillain stepped back, more than pleased with themself, and beckoned to their guard. They whispered something and the guard nodded. 

Leader couldn’t rip his gaze away from the shaking form that was left of Whumpee. 

Oh.

Oh god.

Leader hadn’t realized he was crying until the tears blurred his vision. He had failed his team. He had failed at the one job he had.

Leader threw up then. His throat burned. Then again, so did his eyes. “Whumpee?” he whispered, the name barely loud enough to be heard. 

No response. 

“What did you do to them?” This too, was whispered. 

No one answered that, either. 

The guard grabbed Whumpee, hauling them to their feet roughly. They cried out when the guard's hands dug into the lashes on their arms.

Leader stiffened. “Let go of them.” Some of the old command worked its way into his voice. 

Supervillain lit a cigarette and flipped the lid of their lighter closed with a flick of their wrist. They nodded to the guard, ignoring Leader.

Immediately, two more guards grabbed Whumpee, shoving them to their knees and bending their arms to awkward angles behind their back. 

Whumpee flinched, shrinking away from their touch. "Please-- P-please don't---"

And Leader snapped. 

That was Whumpee they were manhandling. One of his team. Someone who had stood by him through thick and thin. Someone who had, once, trusted him.

Leader lunged forward. “Don’t touch them! Don’t–” another lunge, the chains digging into his wrists, “Touch them!” 

Supervillain exhaled a breath of smoke. “What an unusual display from you,'' Their voice was sharp, “Pull yourself together.” 

Leader did not pull himself together. He continued to yank against the restraints, all semblance of aloofness gone. “Supervillain, let them go! I’ll do anything. Please!” 

And he meant it. 

Supervillain crouched down beside Leader to exhale another breath of smoke. This time, in Leader's face. “My dear Leader, you think you have all the choices right now but really you only have two." They lowered their voice. "You or them?"

Leader paled to the color of bone. “You– you can’t be serious."

"You remember the branding iron, don't you?" Supervillain's smile was shark-like, bright in the darkness. “You know what that’s like.” They pressed a cold hand against Leader's abdomen, their nails digging into the sensitive skin.

The brand’s phantom pain spread through his entire rib cage, lacing around his bones and coating them, again, in fire. 

Leader stiffened, blood turning to ice in his veins. Fuck. His mouth went dry as he looked from Whumpee, limp in the guard's grip, to the branding iron, red-white against the coals. Again, the floor dropped out from below him, leaving him spiraling.

It took all of his strength to find his voice. "I'll take it."

Supervillain stood up. They grinned. "You know what? You've managed to fuck up my plans so many times...yes, I think I'd like to watch you fuck up for once."

Leader didn't understand. "W-what?"

Supervillain ruffled his hair, patchy and bloodstained. "You never had a choice, dear."

Leader lunged against the chains. “No!” he shouted. “No! I said I would do it--”

His wrist made a snapping sound even as he threw himself again, and again. His voice gave out, cracking into a sob. "Fuck you--"

The guards chained Whumpee to the wall, tightening them to the point until stones dug into Whumpee's raw back.

Leader cursed every foul name when Supervillain picked up the branding iron.  "Don't-- Don't you dare!"

But when Whumpee screamed his name, begging him to make it stop, please, Leader went feral. He struggled frantically-- uselessly. He had never been more useless. The chains did not relent and the hand that held the brand was steady. Crimson blood traced a silky path down his arm, dripping to the tiles.

Whumpee's pleas fell on deaf ears. 

There was the horrible smell of burning skin. 

And a scream.

Leader would never forget that scream. 

Supervillain pulled the brand away, and Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious. Supervillain undid their restraints and let them collapse to the ground, stepping around them with a flicker of disgust. 

They ordered the guards to undo Leader's chains. “There’s not much damage he can do in here," they said.

And they left Leader alone with the battered captive, their still form twitching under the curling remnants of agony. 

Leader dropped down beside Whumpee, knees hitting the floor with all the force of a guillotine dropping. He worked quickly, taking off his own shirt and ripping it apart– first bandaging the brand and then trying to stem the blood from the flogging. It was a messy job and he did it poorly, with only the expertise of having previously done the same work on himself. 

Whumpee's eyes remained closed. 

Despair crouched inside Leader and it smiled. It smiled like Supervillain. Leader cried then. Hoarse sobs that ripped his vocal chords to shreds. 

Whumpee stirred. They exhaled softly– a small groan escaping their lips. They squeezed their eyes shut like they were still hoping this was some nightmare they could escape. 

Leader's voice was gone. He could say nothing. Provide no comfort. No reassurance. It was with hesitant movements that he moved Whumpee's head onto his lap, shielding them with his body as much as he could.

Please tell me you’re alright. 

Tell me we’ll be alright. 

Whumpee's entire body shook.

Nothing was alright.