“You Did So Well”

Common Household Items to Whump Your Whumpee With

Content: Vampire whump, tiny whump, suffocation/asphyxiation, heat whump, restraints, gags, burns, burned alive, auto-cannibalism, drowning.

Choke them with a chord.

Stab them with a butter knife or a fork.

Force your vampire whumpee to hold silverware.

Force them to put their hand on a hot stovetop.

Suffocate them beneath a mattress.

Gag them with a cloth/a piece of clothing.

Drown them in a bathtub.

Force them to wear warm clothes on a hot day.

Tie your tiny whumpee up with a hair-tie/elastic band.

Beat them with a pot or a pan.

Cut them with a kitchen knife.

Put your tiny whumpee in the dishwasher/laundry machine.

Sew their lips shut with a simple needle and thread.

Use them as a pin pillow while you do your crafts.

Make them hold hot plates of food for an extended period of time.

Make them eat raw food that is bound to make them sick.

Toss an immortal into the fireplace and watch them try to crawl their way out.

Cooking a part of whumpee's body into every meal and forcing them to eat it.

﹫GiRLLiKE  —  [ girl - like ]

A gender describing oneself as girllike! Not inherently feminine in nature, but can be — it is up to the user! Girllike can also be used as a suffix for other genders … for example, bpdgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a bpd and being girllike ) or catgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a cat[girl] and being girllike ).

[ iMAGE iD ] two flags with nine stripes. the first and last lines are wavy. the first line concaves on the left side of the wave; the last line concaves on the right side of the wave. other than that, the lines are straight across. the colors in order from top to bottom are as follows: desaturated purple, rosy purple, desaturated peach, off-white, white, off-white, desaturated peach, rosy purple, desaturated purple. the second image is the exact same with the addition of a heart in the middle, with a gradient from desaturated purple, to off-white, to desaturated purple and a white glow around the symbol. 

I want them shoved so far into the whumpee headspace that when they make a mistake, they need to hurt to make it better.

“’msorry I’m sorry I’m sorry— I-I’ll make it better. Please let me make it better. Hurt me—I deserve it.”

12

[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

Hear Me Out #1: Baths

Comfort (SFW)

After whumpee's rescue, caretaker gives them a bath and sees all the scars whumper gave them.

Caretaker trying the best not to break down in front of whumpee.

Bad Caretaker asking whumpee how they got each scar, believing too much in how talking about the trauma makes one feel better but they're really forcing whumpee to think about it all over again.

Whumpee not wanting caretaker to see all the scars and pushing them away but they're too weak to clean themself on their own so they eventually have to give in.

Caretaker softly lathering whumpee's hair and massaging their head like they used to before whumper took whumpee away.

Stoic caretakers gently cleaning up a shy whumpee, promising again and again that they really don't care about their looks.

Whumpee taking a bath alone for the first time after being free from whumper and feeling so happy that whumper isn't there to violate their privacy.

Hurt (SFW)

Whumpee too afraid to take a bath because they don't want to look at their scarred body, since whumper made sure that they remember the story behind each scar.

Whumpee finding a safe haven in the bathroom because they know whumper's not going to come in their as long as they don't take too long, but every little movement outside gives them anxiety and they are afraid that whumper might come in.

The blood and dirt turning the clear water colorful as whumpee dips into it.

Whumpee vigorously scrubbing their body so they can stop feeling whumper's touch on their skin.

The water being too hot or too cold, not even giving whumpee the comfort they desire.

Whumpee having to earn the basic right to shower, use soap, etc.

Whumper keeping whumpee's head underwater over and over again because they're not cleaning themselves well enough.

Whumpee trying to drown themself in the water to escape whumper (bonus points if it doesn't work and their private bathing privilege gets taken away)

Hurt (NSFW)

Intimate whumper making whumpee give them a bath, saying things like "you like seeing that, don't you?"

Intimate whumper giving whumpee a bath, touching them in all the places they shouldn't, especially if it's after violating them.

Creepy whumper pressing in all the the bruises and wounds (bonus points if whumpee's not allowed to make a sound)

Unhinged whumper giving whumpee a very soothing bath, except for the fact that they mercilessly tortured them like half an hour ago.

this is so fucked but—

a whumpee that’s just kept perpetually beaten stupid

whumper just thinks they look so cute when they’re all dizzy and melty and blank

maybe they’re concussed again, or they lost too much blood, or they’ve just been backhanded a few too many times that day. maybe whumper keeps them sleep deprived and overworked, underfed and on the brink of collapse

and if their little pet starts to think too much—says anything beyond a few slurred words and those pretty sounds— starts looking like they’re having thoughts—

whumper can just slap them around a bit until their eyes glaze over and they’re disoriented and staggering again.

“it’s alright pet, you look better on the floor anyway.”

🩸Whump Resources🩸

Starting a whump blog

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What is whump?

How to write whumpy scenes

Advice for new original content writers

Discouragement & Motivational advice

How to deal with hate/unwanted citicism

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What to do when your whump has lost its bite

How to start writing for yourself

How to overcome anxiety surrounding writing whump

The road to success when participating in whump events

Whump advice

How to write blood loss

Writing vivid discriptions 101

Less common illnesses to use in your sickfics

Facts about general anesthesia

Whump tips: Chronic sleep deprivation

Different types of gags (non-kink)

OC advice

How to start writing for an OC

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How to write fanfiction/oc content if you've never written before

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Whump stories

Delicate by @whumpcloud

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Eden by @zillastar13

Silence by @whumpshaped

Killing, stalking... whumping? by @/whumpshaped

Kane & Raiza by @whump-queen & @/whumpsday

Angel On The Wall by @emmettnet

Things End | People Change by @/whumpcloud

Our Man Flint by @/zillastar13

Memes & Games

Big blog, little blog

Whump games and userboxes

Whump games & userboxes #2

He's a fine looking man - would love to see him in a fit of despair

Falling asleep to a whump scenario vs. falling asleep to something normal

More violence

I write whump vs. i write about characters recovering from trauma

Nice blorbo. Would be a real shame if someone were to put them in situations

The creepiest whumper that ever did creep

Introducing a new whump concept to my OC's

Hello, my name is whumper. you piqued my interest. prepare to cry.

Whump alignment chart

Whumper: Don't do that

Whump blogs (Disclaimer: not all of these are whump only blogs - some of them include some other things as well <3)

@whumpshaped

@whumpsday

@whump-queen

@oddsconvert

@zillastar13

@whumpcloud

@whumperofworlds

@emmettnet

@burntcoffeewhump

@pigeonwhumps

@whumpster-dumpster

@whumpwillow

@thewhumpyprintingpress (they release whump books written by members of the tumblr whump community themselves, and all proceeds from those books go to charities <3)

Hope this helps!

Whump Prompts: Desperation

Whump prompts masterlist

Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.

Clawing at whatever's closest to them.

Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.

Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.

Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.

Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.

Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.

Begging someone they don't like for something.

Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.

Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.

Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.

Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.

Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.

Defiant Whumpees

Collab with @wormwriting!

Lines:

“Mm, yeah. Gaslight me harder.”

“Oh, you want me to call you sir, sir? Of course, sir. Anything you say, sir. Anything else, sir?”

“If you want to know how I’m doing, come a little closer and find out for yourself.”

“Kiss your own boots if you want it that bad.”

"You know, Einstein said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And you seem like a smart person. Really, you do. But you keep asking me the same fucking question and I keep giving you the same fucking answer and now I'm starting to think maybe you aren't as smart as you look."

“You always want me on my knees. I should just get you a step stool or something for Christmas.”

“Make me.”

“Fun fact! Technically, by some accounts and by some, I mean all this could be considered quoteunquote: illegal.”

“Have you considered therapy instead? I could refer you to a great psychiatrist.”

“You know, I sorta consider stabbing a third date sort of deal?”

"Honestly I'm starting to get genuinely concerned about your hearing. I said I'm. Not. Telling. You. Anything. Do I need to talk louder? Maybe write it out for you? Ow! Jeez, you can cut me all you want, but that's not going to be nearly as effective as just talking to an otolaryngologist."

“Did you miss me?” “Well I did at first, but then I started getting fond of the slow drip of blood and the echoes of screams - sooooo I’m good, now. You can go, but thanks for asking.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you the first 478 times. What was it you wanted again? Hm. Nope. Still not clicking. You better ask again.”

“Ah, you know me - I just love getting tortured. But the mice? They don’t like to watch. So we should probably skip it for today.”

“If you’re going to burn me, can you at least put the blindfold back on? Seeing your dumb face is torture enough, I don’t need to do both at once.”

“Have you ever tried dating apps?”

“Canned soup again? Did your mother never teach you to cook?”

“I’m not sure what exactly you want when you ask me to beg. Maybe you could do a demonstration? Knees, please.”

“I know you’re having fun, but it’s not healthy to put this much attention into just one hobby. You could try….card-making or….pottery?

“You know, I’m not really feeling it today. Soooo….rain check? Thursday, maybe? I’m free after lunch until two.”

“Oooo. Stalker. So scary. Wait-where are you going with that knife?”

“You know, I’m actually supposed to be at band practice right now? I’m just gonna- Ah. Okay. Nope. No no, I can stay. Nice knife by the way. Did your mom get that for you?”

“Oof - the knife’s a bit cold. Maybe you should heat it up in the microwave real quick.”

“When was the last time you took a shower? Because you reek of ‘daddy never loved me enough’.”

“What’s your favorite color? Oh wait no - let me guess. Red?”

“Put your finger under my chin one more fucking time and I’m biting it off.”

“Look at me.” “Uughh, do I have to?”

“When I walk into a room, you stand up.” “When you walk into a room, I groan.”

“Eh. I’ve seen better.”

“Less talk, more go away.”

“If you want me, you get the sass too. Sorry, we’re a package deal.”

“Iiiiiiiiiff you’re happy and you know it, put the knife downnn.” *clap clap*

Actions

Ripping their face away when Whumper grabs their jaw.

Death glares when they’re gagged.

Struggling in their restraints - not to try to get out, but to show Whumper that they’re really fucking pissed.

Refusing to speak. Staring at the wall and ignoring Whumper’s comments and questions.

Biting / kicking / hitting Whumper at every possible opportunity, regardless of how much trouble they get in.

Spitting in Whumper’s face instead of answering a question.

Snarling in response when Whumper grab them by the jaw.

Sticking their leg out to trip Whumper as they walk by.

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A few of these I stole from my Sassy Kidnappee Prompt List because they fit really well, sorry 😅

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Whump Prompts: Found You

I just saw a fantastic post by @whumpingcrow and it got me thinking about when an *almost* recovered, escaped whumpee is found by whumper again. So here's a list of ways for Whumper to say 'found you'.

Whumpee walks into their home, takes off their shoes, hangs up the keys, and goes to flop on the couch. But they see someone is already there. Whumper gives them a big smile, “I was wondering when you’d be back. Let’s go, I already packed up your things.”

Whumpee getting a text from an unknown number: “Tag! You’re it.”

Whumpee picking up their office phone at work and freezing when they hear Whumper’s voice. “Ah, there’s that lovely voice. No, don’t you dare hang up on me. We have some things to discuss.”

Whumpee working tech support and getting randomly connected to Whumper. Freezing up as they recognize their voice, trying to change their own. Not knowing if Whumper knows it’s them and trying to find a way to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Then they hear, “You know, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get this on my own. Maybe I should give you my address and you can come help me. Better yet, give me yours and I’ll come get you.”

Whumper getting a letter and opening it at the mailbox. “I didn’t think I’d find you in a real house, especially not one with such a well-stocked fridge. Congratulations. Really, you’ve outdone yourself. I’m so proud.”

A note on their desk at work in all too-familiar handwriting: “See you soon! <3”

Whumpee coming home to find a bouquet of their favorite flowers on their table. Flowers only Whumper ever got for them.

Getting random text that says, “I can’t say I like the new name. It doesn’t suit you. However, I AM a huge fan of your outfit today. You know red’s my favorite color on you.”

Whumpee having coffee alone at a busy cafe when Whumper slides into the seat across from them. “It’s been so long! You’re looking great.” Whumpee can’t manage to do anything but stare as they hands start shaking.

An exhausted Whumpee driving home from work. They flinch and swerve as they feel a knife at their throat. “Take a deeeeep breath. Just keep driving and do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

Whumpee just walking down the sidewalk as an arm tugs around their waist. They look up to see Whumper pressed close. They try to stop walking, but Whumper tugs at their hip and they are too afraid to pull away. “Don’t fight me. Just keep walking and this will turn out much better for you.”

Whumpee waking up in the middle of the night to Whumper standing over them. This still happens several times a week, but it’s always just a dream. They take a deep breath, blink hard, and flip on their lamp, trying to make the image fade, but it’s real this time. “You look surprised to see me. Didn’t I tell you I’d always find you? Now get dressed. We’re leaving.”

Whumpee answers to door and freezes when they see Whumper’s smile. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Whumpee sees Whumper leaning against their car when they get to it in the parking garage. “Shhh shhh. Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t scream. I’m already very angry with you. You don’t want to make it worse, do you?” Whumpee just shakes their head in small jerky motions.

Whumpee taking out the trash to the dumpster in the alley after work. Whumper appearing out of nowhere and backing them into a corner. “You can walk to my car and get in the trunk, or I’ll use this and carry you. Your choice.”