Fun Little Ways To Remind Whumpee Of Who They Belong To!

Nonbinary Lesboy

Happy pride month!

I've been looking for a non-binary lesboy flag on Tumblr but found no results, so I came up with one!

Hands In Hair

A classic trope. A whumper running their fingers through whumpee’s hair. It is an extremely intimate gesture. The possibilities are endless.

Tw: noncon kiss, panic attacks

• Whumper is in the middle of carving their name into whumpee’s chest. Whumpee is completely bound, not able to move an inch. Whumper leans in way too close. They stare into whumpee’s eyes, so close whumpee can feel their breath. As they continue carving, they uses their free hand to run their fingers through whumpee’s hair.

• Whumper just finished cutting whumpee’s hair. They hadn’t had a haircut since they were taken. Whumper decided to trim it. Now, whumper is looking at the job they’ve done. They tilt whumpee’s head to the left and right. They reach out and card their fingers through their locks.

• Whumper grabs a fistful of whumpee’s hair and drags them across the room were the chains are. Whumper harshly yanks them towards the metal bonds. Once they are close to them, Whumper stops and runs their fingers through their hair, then brushing off the strands that had been pulled out.

• Caretaker is holding whumpee, who just had a massive freak out after seeing fire again. Caretaker rocks whumpee back and worth, whispering that everything fine. They reach up and sweep their fingers through whumpee’s hair. (Bonus points if that’s what whumper used to do, so whumpee freaks out all over again)

• Whumpee whimpers as whumper deepens the kiss. They can feel their lips pressed against whumper’s. They run a hand up their face and to their hair. It soon makes its way through whumpee’s messy locks as whumper begins forcing their tongue in whumpee’s mouth.

• Wouldn’t it be hard to run your fingers through whumpee’s hair when it’s got so much dried blood in it?

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This set uses yellow, there's another set that uses green+blue+purple for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)

I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).

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greyplatonic | demiplatonic | aegoplatonic

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non sam apl (1) | non sam apl (2) | neu apl

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aplvoid | aplflux | aplspike (1)

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aplspike (2) | apljump | dark greyplatonic

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light greyplatonic | atomoplatonic | delloplatonic

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fictoplatonic | cupioplatonic | bellusplatonic

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reciproplatonic | lithoplatonic (1) | lithoplatonic (2)

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frayplatonic (1) | frayplatonic (2) | apothiplatonic

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orchidplatonic | myrplatonic | aplflexible

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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, greyplatonic can also be called greyaplatonic and greyapl.

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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]

Day 4. Four Calling Birds - Hosted By @amonthofwhump

Muzzled | Memories/Flashbacks | Favorite Holiday Memories

(TW: anxiety mentions, muzzle/bit, intimidation, threatening dialogue, implied past abuse, pet whump, kennel/caging)

They didn't know why they did it in the first place. They were stupid, stupid to think that he wouldn't hear when they'd said it so loudly to him. They even tried to hide it in their sobs but he'd tormented them so badly, they couldn't control the single word that might cost them their tongue.

In all their years with Whumper, they didn't utter such damning protest. Whumpee had never gone as far as to tell him 'no'. Especially not as loudly and as demanding as they had en route to a direct question of his. But now the damage was done and hours later, they laid in wait for him to punish them.

When the door creaked open and Whumper's shoes tapped at the flooring, each step made their heart skip the beat he aligned with. It was agonizing but they listened for his arrival and kept their head low in their kennel.

Nothing was said but Whumper opened their cage and left the door wide, insinuating he wanted them to come out. They crawled through the opening and sat just outside, waiting obediently for command.

"I know you remember what you did," Whumper spoke in an easy voice, intentionally trying not to startle them yet.

"Y-Yes, sir.." They saw the edge of something leather bulging from their pocket and they already knew it wouldn't be fun for them.

"I think you've been too spoiled if you're losing control from a little pain." He announced and took out the item they had been living in anxiety from. A muzzle with an internal bit.

They wanted to beg, to plead again but they swallowed it back, they wouldn't allow themselves to speak out. They couldn't earn something worse, he was indeed being gracious when they themselves thought they deserved to be muted. Their Master must have really been thoughtful with his punishment.

"Open your mouth pet, for telling your Master 'no'." He ordered lowly, intending to give no room for question.

They merely complied. They dropped their jaw and refused to look at him as he placed the bit between their teeth and strapped the first buckle to the back of their head. A second strap latched a small external cage over their parted lips and crossed behind their ears. It wasn't too bad until he tightened it.

He pulled the tension as far as it could go and shoved the center nail into the shortest latching hole to secure it. He heard them gag and sputter, fighting for a moment against the metal shoving against their tongue. They wheezed and fought for breath with panic but forced themselves calm at the risk of passing out.

"There there, surely this is better than a clipped tongue, right?" When he raked a hand through their hair, it didn't comfort them and they stifled another gag. They couldn't bear the thought of how long they would be left in the torturous device.

"I know if you could thank me, you would."

Whumpee being manhandled into restraints:

Shoved up against a wall and handcuffed.

Pinned to the floor and handcuffed.

Fighting for each limb as they’re forced down on a table, slowly secured by leather restraints.

Overwhelmed by multiple Whumpers, each one working to subdue them.

Yanked back by their hair so a collar or rope can easily be fitted around their throat.

Pinned while in combat (double points for being caged against a wall or trapped in a chokehold)

Improvised restraints like belts, sheets, or clothing when Whumpee won’t be still enough to retrieve proper ones.

Manhandled in a hospital bed, held down for the duration of a procedure.

Injected with a chemical restraint, a sedative or numbing agent that quickly bleeds the fight out of them.

Struggling as a muzzle is wrestled over their head and secured.

A blow to the head that knocks Whumpee out or makes them too dizzy to fight anyone off.

Tips about how to write a character living with trauma

Sometimes you forget what you’ve been through isn’t normal, so you slip up about a traumatic thing that happened and only realize it’s weird when people look at you, disgusted

You always have nightmares. Even if it’s not about the traumatic thing (more about PTSD nightmares here)

Everyone breaks differently and trauma changes you entirely. You may become unrecognizable once people break through your facade

You’re still you, tho, but you’ve just changed so much

You ask yourself constantly if it really happened. If it really was that bad. You only have memories of memories, the more time passes, the less you remember the moment it actually happened

Leaving the house becomes a daily challenge. It’s hard and scary, and who knows what’s waiting for you out there

You may become paranoid. There’s cameras in your room, there’s people in your house, there’s people waiting for you to go out so they can kidnap you, etc

Everyone seems different to you

Every little joke, every little comment people pass on something related to your trauma feels like a bullet in your stomach

Triggers are weird. Coffee tables can become a trigger. Blue eyes. White jacket. Such small meaningless things can send you spiraling down a panic attack and wishing for death

People rarely try to understand. People don’t ask questions. They just wait for you to get over it. But you don’t

Everyone becomes impatient with you. Even professionals. Your therapist might fire you, your friends might call you annoying for flinching, etc

There’s always people that will mock your triggers and trigger you on purpose. Always

Being free is extremely weird when you’re not used to it. You don’t know what to do with yourself

There’s a lot of chances you will develop a personality disorder when going through intense trauma

A lot of people will pressure you to forgive. It only makes things worse

PTSD never goes away. You can work on it, conquer some of your triggers, but it still stays. It doesn’t magically go away once you get cared for

You never believe anyone that says that they’re in love with you. It’s definitely a joke, a cruel cruel joke

You don’t trust anyone. You second guess each of their words

People that are overly happy are suspicious

You’re always tense, though you may not realize it anymore

You’re terrified of relaxing or just not being constantly anxious. What if something bad happens once my guard is down?

Every social interaction is terrifying. You don’t know how to read people, you don’t understand hidden meanings, you don’t dare to assume anything anymore

You might become materialistic. Clinging to every object you find. You can’t let go of anything

You’re terrified of appearing weak

You might develop a superiority complex or even a god complex as a way to cope with having felt inferior for so long

You will be blamed for your trauma. You will be asked why you talk about it so much, why didn’t you do anything to save yourself, why you didn’t fight back, etc

Some people like to make you flinch. It makes them feel stronger than you

You will trigger yourself on purpose to get used to it (reading things with your triggers, watching movies/videos, etc)

You will make your pain worse to get used to it (hitting yourself on bruises you already had, pinching a cut to make more blood flow, etc)

You don’t care if you live or die anymore

You can’t cry, but you always feel like crying. Tears just never come out

You might punish yourself without even realizing it (forcing yourself to take cold showers, burning yourself, etc)

You don’t realize you’re being self destructive and when people mention it you get mad because it’s just how you are now and they should just leave you be

Flashbacks can happen really randomly. You can just be vibing and the boom you remember something horrible that happened

I wrote as much as I could remember at the time, if you have anything else don’t be shy to add it! I you have corrections or other perspectives please share them! Those are all from personal experience so of course they’re biaised, but I made them as neutral as possible!

The Party

I'm hosting an event at @the-whumpers-soiree! This scene is the first and may serve as an example. Outside of that, please enjoy as you would any of my drabbles. <3

[EVENT LINK]

(tw: alcohol consumption, kidnapping, knife, noncon touch, intimate/creepy whumper)

Whumpee clutched their drink close, hanging on the wall. Their eyes scanned the room, darting between the flashes of shimmering light in the dim room. The music was loud - but not too loud. The room was full - but not too full. The drinks were strong - but not too….well, you get the idea. Everything was right.

So…what felt so wrong?

Whumpee’s eyes flicked from guest to guest. Smiling faces. Some dancing. Some mingling. Laughing. Joking. A few couples wandered off to the corners into the shadows, evidently enjoying being very close to each other.

Something was wrong.

Whumpee sipped their drink tentatively, trying to choose their next move. They’d only been here half an hour, they couldn’t just leave already. This party was supposed to be for new opportunities. New friends for a new city. New ideas and new roots. A New Year’s party for the new them. 

They wished they at least had some friends to huddle in the corner with. Plenty of others lingered along the edges, also watching the crowd - but Whumpee was not nearly social enough to go introduce themself to one of them. Why did they even come to an event designed to help newcomers find new friends if they couldn’t even build up the courage to go make the new friends?

Pathetic. 

This place was too nice for them anyway. They were so underdressed for the location - clothes entirely too comfortable to take comfort in. Though, plenty of others seemed to feel the same way, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. Whumpee assumed the party planners just didn’t properly disclose how nice the penthouse venue would be with its glass balconies and matte hardwood floors. They wished they’d have at least picked a button down or something, though.

They tinkered on their phone, trying to decide how long they would make themself stay before they made a move to leave. Or…maybe they should pick a target goal? Find someone else who was lingering alone and try to just……hide with them? Solidarity, and all that.

Their eyes locked onto someone nearby - someone sipping their drink as timidly as Whumpee - just hiding in the shadows like them. 

Perfect.

Before Whumpee could make a move toward their new potential friend/hiding-in-shame buddy, a new face strolled up to them. 

Whumpee blinked up at the stranger as they smiled down at Whumpee.

“Hi! I saw you hanging out over here and…thought you might like a friend?”

“Wh- um - uh- yeah. Yeah - I mean. Hi.”

The stranger laughed lightly. “Not a social butterfly, then?”

Whumpee chewed on their cheek. “Nope - no, not exactly my forte.”

The stranger smiled warmly at them, holding out their hand. “Whumper. Nice to meet you.”

Whumpee shifted their glass into their left hand, patting the condensation off on their shirt before shaking the stranger’s -no, Whumper’s- hand. “I’m Whumpee.”

Their eyes stayed on Whumper’s grip, not quite daring to look up. They blinked at the red glowstick around the other’s wrist. Then to their own blue one. “I - uh - I didn’t realize they had other colors.”

Whumper pulled their hand back, glancing at the red glowstick. “Oh, yeah, they must have run out of blue.”

Whumpee immediately moved to unsnap theirs. “Did you want blue? I can trade y-”

“No no no,” Whumper smirked. “I think red suits me better than it would you. But thank you anyway. You’re a sweet little thing.”

Heat flushed into Whumpee’s cheeks, threatening to burn them if they didn’t get a grip. “Th-thanks-” Fuck what am I even thanking them for?? Whumpee’s stomach turned and soured. Was that…butterflies?

No. No, something wrong. Still wrong.

The drinks and the music and the kind stranger had them almost forgetting for a moment.

Their breath stuttered to a stop as the backs of Whumper’s hand pressed lightly to their cheek, pressed to the flush. Whumpee’s wide eyes stared up at them, twitching back further into the wall. Or did they want to lean in?? Fuck, they were so confused. So close. Too close? Maybe too close.

Whumper’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You seem a little warm, should we go out to the balcony and get you some fresh air?”

Whumpee cleared their throat, tipping their face away from the touch until Whumper retracted their hand. “N-no, I’m okay, but thank you.”

Whumper gave them a charming smile, stepping closer.

Fingers wrapped around theirs, prying the drink from their hand with ease. Whumpee watched as it was taken from them - then set to the side on a small table. 

Their heart kicked into a new gear as Whumper stepped closer again - holding them frozen with just a look.

Whumper’s tone was so soft, but laced with something…something darker. Their palm pressed against the wall next to Whumpee’s head when Whumpee tried to take a step to the side. “I really think you should come outside with me.”

Whumpee managed to retreat further into the wall, eyes sliding to the side to see if anyone else was looking. If anyone else noticed their discomfort. If anyone even knew they were there in the shadows.

“N-no, I’m okay, I should probably b-” They flinched as something sharp and cool pressed to their side. Stammering, “wh-wha-t is tha-t-”

Whumper chuckled softly, leaning in to press their lips to Whumpee’s ear. Hot breath danced across their skin, whispering, “It’s a knife, sweetheart. Haven’t you ever had a knife on you before?”

Whumpee swallowed thickly, panic stretching out from their stomach and pooling in their lungs, pulling their breaths shorter and sharper and quicker. 

“Wh-what are you doing??”

“Mm…not much. Not yet. Right now, I’m just….persuading you to change your mind about the balcony. Then we can talk more.”

“I- I don’t w-” Whumpee’s protestation squeaked to a stop as the blade pressed further into them, enough to hurt.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Whumpee’s legs were trembling. Shaking hands gripping Whumper’s arms for support. “Y-yeah - yeah let’s….le-ts…balcony-”

“Hmmm…” Whumper smiled against their neck, smirk prickling the tender flesh. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Whumpee’s brain was still scrambling to catch up as Whumper tugged them to the side - grip bruising deep into the muscle above their elbow. They let themself be dragged along, throwing frantic looks over their shoulder. Not sure what to do. What to say. How to stop this. If it was even that bad? Were they overreacting? 

No they pulled a KNIFE on you-

They’d barely decided to start struggling by the time Whumper pulled them out into the cool night air, spinning them back against the glass railing of the balcony. The edge of the glass bruised into them - just below the waist. 

Not high enough - definitely not high enough.

Whumper was on them in a second. One hand gripping the glass on either side of them. So close. So fucking close. Boxing them in. Pressing them back until Whumpee was leaning back over the darkened shimmering city.

Whumpee’s harsh, stuttering breaths echoed in their skull as they threw a look behind and under them, looking down to the endless plummet - to the ant-like cars zipping back and forth an eternity away. The world seemed to sway and pull, trying to wrench them down into it.

Whumpee sucked in air to scream, but the sound choked out at the base of their throat as Whumper leaned in - forehead pressed to theirs. Whumper’s eyes held theirs. Dark. Hungry. 

A hand wrapped around their throat, threatening to shove them over the edge.

Whumpee’s trembling hands wound tight into Whumper’s shirt.

“Go on.” The hand pushed further. “Go ahead and scream if you want. You’ll be falling before anyone can see what happened.”

Whumpee choked out a sob - the sound pressed hard against Whumper’s palm, choking them further and drawing a whimper from their lips. “I- I w- I won’t. I won’t. I won’t- won’t scr-eam-”

Whumper gave them a small smile, pulling back just a touch. The hand stayed on their throat. Whumper stayed close. The glass stayed uncracked and under them.

They made the mistake of looking down again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Whumpee’s eyes screwed shut as strangled breaths slid in and out of them to a stuttering cadence. 

“Wh-what do you want?”

“How long have you been in the city?”

Whumpee’s eyes blinked open. “Wai- what?”

Their throat constricted as Whumper’s grip tightened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Whumpee.”

The panic was already fully flushed through their system, buckling their knees and prompting every muscle to scream at them - begging them to run. Whumpee tried not to shrink further. Some small bit of logic in the back of their head told them that they couldn’t break the glass, but their mind was screaming that they would if they pushed back against it any harder. The edge was already working a bruise against their spine as they quivered under Whumper’s gaze. 

“I- I moved in l-last month.”

“Any family nearby?”

Whumpee’s face screwed up. “...n-o”

“Roommate?”

A tear finally leaked from the corner of their eye, dripping warmth down their cheek. “N-no-”

“Hmm….job?”

Whumpee choked back a sob, eyes pinning shut again. “Hav-haven’t found one yet-”

“Mm…so…in essence - no one would miss you if you just…..disappeared.”

Whumpee’s breath locked up in their lungs. Burning. Filling their mind with concrete and sending sour fear tingling deeper into their bones. They tried to squirm away. “N-no - please just let me-”

Whumpee froze in place, squeaking and clutching tighter as Whumper pressed them back over nothingness again.

“You’re not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to do a single. thing. that I don’t allow for the rest of your life. Got that?”

Whumpee twitched out a small, stuttering nod, flinching back.

“Good.”

Whumper pulled back, lacing a hand around the back of Whumpee’s neck - peeling them off the glass and guiding them back inside. 

“Let’s get your coat. We’re going home.”

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Event tag: @the-whumpers-soiree

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @cryptidhongo @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @pickywhumpreader @cursedscribbles @uvanuva)

I just love invasive whump

cw: creepy/intimate whumper, mouth whump, manhandling, multiple whumpers, restraints, implications of trafficking, forcibly restrained, wound fingering im sorry mom

whumpees who get no personal space, always being grabbed and touched and shoved around and handled

whumpers who get handsy

running a hand down their cheek, sliding a finger along their jaw. touching and admiring their hair, tugging on it for fun

hooking a finger into the inside of their mouth and dragging them around

whumper gripping their jaw and leaning in close, whispering threats into their ear or growling posessive words against their neck

a captive who wants nothing more than to pull away, but can only squirm around in their restraints.

obsessive yandere whumper tying them up and forcing them to cuddle (shoutout Malik @lumpsbumpsandwhumps )

multiple whumpers: too many hands all over them, grabbing them and forcing them down

whumpee forcibly restrained, stripped down and inspected—either having their wounds inspected (i wrote about this here), or just getting appraised and looked over like goods

I love the thought of licking the blood or tears off a whumpees face or neck.

it’s just so dehumanizing and gross and invasive :))

prying their jaw open all the way and just feelin around in there :))

pulling on their tongue, running nails along their teeth, shoving fingers down their throat to shut them up

just, exploring and having a good ol time :)))

aggravating old wounds. pressing down on bloody bandages, deep bruises, and broken ribs, just to watch their reaction.

…fingering their wounds

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​haven’t done a prompt/inspo list like this in a while so here ya go <33

feel free to add on if you want to! & if you use the prompts tag me so I can read it! 💞

I think yandere whumpers needs to be it’s own post cuz… I have too many thoughts 0.0

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List of symptoms

I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.

Let’s go:

Dizziness/faintness

Congestion

Sneezing

Coughing

Headache

Muscle aches

Joint aches

Cramping

Exhaustion/lethargy

Shivering

Wheezing/trouble breathing

Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)

Sweating (leads to dehydration)

Flushed and/or pale skin

Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)

Nausea/vomiting

Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)

Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)

Pain/pressure behind the eyes

Feeling too hot or too cold

Weakness

Blurred vision

Weight loss (loss of appetite)

Rapid heartbeat

Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)

Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)

Tell me more……

Would you feel like doing some drowning prompts?

@void-fireworks, oh, I'd love to.

Also, HOW did you know I was just trying to think of a topic for a prompt list? Are you psychic? Should I be afraid?

Anywho, here's some things! Enjoy!!

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Whump Prompts: Drowning

Whumper’s fingers twisting far too tight into Whumpee’s hair, ripping some loose as Whumpee thrashes under the water.

“Theeeeere you go. Cough it all up. Very good. Okay, now take a deep breath for me. Deeper. There.”

The slow-motion thrashing. Panic building as Whumper has to fight against the water.

“I thought you’d make it at least a full minute. How disappointing. How about we try again?”

Water burning like fire in Whumpee’s sinuses. Pushing against the backs of their eyes. Like frostbite and fire in their lungs.

Whumpee’s eyes wide and frantic under the water. But is it pure water? Or salt? Is there soap? How baldly does it burn their eyes? Tears streaming down their face for hours after, trying to flush out the dry, burning pain.

“Why do you look so scared, pet? It’s just a bath. You don't think I'd hurt you, do you?"

A classic - a whumpee who has been desperately swimming again. They come to a stop, treading water, panting, looking frantically around them. The moment they start to relax, a hand/jaws/rope/whatever clamps down on their ankle, dragging them under before they have the chance to scream.

Darkness. Just darkness seeping in. Is it from the water? Or are their eyes washing over?

Each breath aching and burning after Whumpee coughed up all the water. It feels like there’s still more. There’s always more.

Whumper helpfully patting Whumpee’s back, helping them cough it all up before shoving them under again.

“Are you really going to die like that? In two inches of water. That would be really pathetic of you, don’t you think?”

Drowning in a lake. Whumpee’s fingers clutching at the muck and green, slimy plants, desperately trying to push away, but falling back into the slippery rocks time after time as their vision fades into dark.

Whumpee thrashing against hands at their neck, having no idea how is holding them down. Their face is distorted and blurred by the warped and rushing water between them.

Unconventional drowning, but can we get a shoutout for water-boarding? Thanks.

Whumpee trapped in the brig of a sinking ship. Clawing at the wood and iron bars, screaming for help as everyone scrambled out in a frenzy, not caring to let them out.

“N-no please. I - I can’t. I. I can’t. I can’t br-breathe. Please. No - nnn-NO!”

Whumper shoving Whumpee back under the water without giving them the time to take a full, gasping breath.

Drowning in the ocean. Each wave crashing fresh over their face, giving them just enough air to stay conscious. But how long can they hold on before it’s too much?

That last, desperate gasp of air before they are forced under the water without warning.

Whumper just holding Whumpee tight as they drag them down down down - confident that Whumpee’s panic will ensure they run out of air first.

"Go on, just breathe it in. There's no need to fight me. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Whumpee tied down as the water slowly rises around them. Jerking against their restraints until blood from their wrists dances through the rushing water.

A recovering Whumpee panicking whenever they get too close to a river or when Caretaker tries to draw them a bath.

"Aww, are you getting hungry? I thought so. I'll give you one bite for every minute you can stay under. How about that?"

Also, uh, here's some drowning scenes I wrote before? Feel free to pull whatever you want from those as well!! 1, 2, 3 that last one is awful but i guess you can look at it if you want.

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(If you use any of these, please do tag me because I'm a sucker and just want to read the whump and if you hand-deliver whump to me, I will weep with joy.)

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wormwriting @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar @suspicious-whumping-egg )