Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

My oc Robert does most of his whumping in his office (maybe not most, but a LOT) and he likes to use mundane items and office supplies to remind people that they're never safe around him

Any ideas?

Yesssssssssss. Love me some Robert whump.

I'll be brief with each one, because....I could write a whole novel on this lol.

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Desk/filing cabinet drawers: breaking fingers, bashing faces against the edge.

Stapler: Get creative. new piercings, just launch one into their arm/chest/neck, bludgeon, staple the fingers, etc

Scissors: Mm I'm sure you can think of more than a few ways to use a blade. Same with letter openers.

Paper: Paper cuts. Don't underestimate paper cuts. Heck, slice them with his business card, then tuck it (blood-soaked corner and all) into their breast pocket.

Tape: Restraints, around their neck several times like a too-tight collar, around their head and in their mouth to gag them, cut them with the serrated edge of the dispenser

Paper clips: shove them under the skin. Little pokes. Heck, stab a vein and watch it dribble. Twist one tighter and tighter around their finger until it turns purple. I'm gonna stay away from eyes, ears, and noses for this one cuz ew.

Pens and pencils: it's just a dull stabbing implement. Get creative. Diy tattoos, slide it under the skin, general stabbing, use a sharp-nibbed ink pen to write your name up their throat, use a dip pen with their blood as the ink, etc etc.

Thumb tacks: Shove 'em in. Not complicated. Or fill Whumpee's mouth with them and tape it shut. Every time they flinch or try to scream, tacks stab at their gums, tongue, and the roof of their mouth. Let's hope they don't swallow any.

Coffee: My beloved. Anyway, burn them. There's always coffee in an office, pour it on them, or force it down their throat (also a great parallel punishment for someone who needs to 'wake up' and work harder). Break a mug over their head.

Computer chords: Strangle them. Stress positions. It's a rope, let it be a rope. Very nice ropes with the zap-zap feature to boot.

Of course, you can break laptops, monitors, and keyboards over their head or something, but our Robert isn't wasteful.

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Idk if people want to be tagged for these?

Sure.

I'm sorry.

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~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice

Feel free to use and reblog!

defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them

"You take that back!"

jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked

putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support

not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle

"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."

getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses

noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word

always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)

never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds

"Leave my baby alone!"

accompanying the other home at night

looking out for potential dangers all the time

comforting the other as soon as they're alone

"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"

seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge

"You messed with the wrong one!"

not leaving the other's side 'just in case'

only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore

"You've got some real nerve."

touch-starved prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “can… can i have a hug? please?”

— “oh, sweetheart- come here.”

— “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”

— “just hold me.”

— “is this okay?”

— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

— “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it.”

— “are you blushing?! that’s adorable.”

— “it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”

— “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”

— “please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

— “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.”

— “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”

— “not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.”

— “i never knew i could feel this loved.”

List of ways to trigger a (optional: former pet whumpee) whumpee? Like post rescud, in the healing stages, what could set them off? Im like so out of ideas. 😭😭

I got you! Here just the first ones I could think of-

Upsetting moments.

Doors slamming.

Doing dishes/cooking in a way that bangs the pots.

Blaring alarms.

Scissors a little too close during a haircut.

Whumpee breaking something or burning food - waiting for punishment.

The sound of a door locking.

Seeing actual pets around and hearing ‘good boy!’ ‘good girl!’ ‘good pup!’(etc)

Triggering phrases that mirror their old commands.

“That’s perfect.”

“Be good.”

“Sit.”

Ambiguously/potentially threatening phrases.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I have some friends coming over.”

Abrupt transitions.

Waking them up abruptly / loudly.

Sudden changes in emotion.

Getting angry over small things.

Plan changes.

Things that might make them think Whumper is coming back?

Seeing a similar vehicle to Whumper’s.

Doorbells.

Unknown numbers calling.

Most importantly: Little comforts Whumper used to use as rewards.

Combing fingers through their hair.

Forehead kisses.

Holding their hand.

Cuddling.

Little treats (chocolates, etc).

Buying new outfits for them.

Being bathed/massaged.

Things a little too similar to pet stuff.

High collared shirts or short necklaces that feel like a collar.

Heat of a straightener/curling iron that reminds them of the brand.

Deep bowls/dishes that are similar to dog food bowls.

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Pet whump bingo took over, so here you go <3

Stockholm Syndrome Prompts

All those little whumpees who slowly forget why they're fighting. Gradually learning to love their whumper.

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"You know I have to punish you for this, right? I'm sorry. I don't want to. I hate to see you cry...but it's the only way you'll learn."

Whumpee slowly gaining privileges the better they behave. It's easier if they just obey.

Nightmares. Whumpee dreaming of Whumper hurting them. They scream and thrash, waking up to Whumper holding them close. "Shh...it's okay. It was just a dream. I'm not going to hurt you..." Whumpee almost believes it.

Whumpee looks tense, so Whumper gives them a massage.

Whumpee's favorite foods. Always.

"Why are you still thinking about them? All you need is me."

Soft kisses and gentle touch.

"You are so amazing. No one ever appreciated you, did they? They didn't stop long enough to really look."

Constant bondage. Whumpee needs to rely on Whumper for every single thing. Every bite of food. Sip of water. Bathing. Everything they need only comes from Whumper's hands.

"What would you do without me? Really. Go back to them? Back to a life of stress an expectations? Isn't this better?"

New clothes. New hair. New everything. Whumpee starts to forget who they are.

"I told you you'd warm up to me."

That first time that Whumpee leans into Whumper's touch. Probably after a punishment. They're so tired. And Whumper is so warm and kind. They just...drift...

"Isn't this better?"

Whumper only un-gags Whumpee if they 'use their nice words'. Once Whumpee tries to snap at them, beg for Whumper to let them go, or say anything that suggests they don't want to be there, Whumper shoves the gag back in so they can 'think it over and try again later'.

"Can...can you stay with me? Just a little longer." "Of course, darling."

Whumper hand-feeding Whumpee. The intimacy and the trust they have to partake in if they want to eat.

"Tell me you love me. Say it."

Whumper who brands their Whumpee. Whumpee knows they'll never be the same again - they'll always be marked.

"There we go. Isn't 'please' so much nicer to say than 'no'?"

When they stop hesitating to say it.

"No...no please." "Shh...this will help you sleep. I won't leave you, I promise."

Whumper pulling Whumpee close, holding them tight as they try to struggle away. Gently petting their hair and humming until Whumpee's thrashing slows to a stop. They give into the embrace, sobbing into Whumper's shoulder.

"You don't need to think. I'll do that for you. You just rest."

Whumper breaks Whumpee's legs so Whumpee has to rely on them for everything. Thought of escape seem impossible.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You can't lie to me. I know everything about you."

Whumpee vaguely remembers that they used to fight. They used to kick and scream and spit. They just can't remember why.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting)

good idea: whumper tying their whumpee up and forcing them to cuddle

whumper’s arms wrapped tight and possessive around whumpee’s injured form—too strong to be fought off, or perhaps whumpee is just too weak by this point.

a softly murmured "behave” into the crook of whumpee’s neck while spooning

whumper digging their nails into fresh cuts, getting a whine and hiss in response—but they stop struggling, and whumper leans in close to their ear with a growling murmer— “mmn. good boy.”

whumpee feeling slow kisses pressed into the side of their neck that make their skin crawl

maybe whumpee gets their hands bound in front of them this time, so they can fit in closer against whumper. and its more comfortable too— “shh, let yourself enjoy this.”

whumper cuddling with their hand around whumpee’s throat, not squeezing or anything, just… resting there.

knowing that if they tried to pull away, that hand would tighten instantly and squeeze until whumpee was dizzy and writhing back against them

and size difference… their throat, so small and soft and delicate under whumper’s rough fingertips

the way whumper’s hands would fit around their waist— the way they could press in under their ribs until whumpee is choking and their chest is spasming

whumpee shivering when they feel low whispers in their ear. just… so sticky and possessive

whumpee waking up with sore aching muscles from being kept in the same uncomfortable position all night. they sleepily try and flex their muscles and move around—then they’re hit fully awake with a jolt of cold panic when they realize where they are—and that they still can’t move at all.

waking up with whumper’s arms still tightly wrapped around them and trying desperately to squirm away, before they feel whumper’s hold tighten around them and hear a sleepy possessive growl in their ear, “mnn… no. you stay.”

just… any of the ‘tied up and kept like that’ tropes melt my fucjfen brain

(today’s episode of sticky intimate whumper shit is brought to you by the dual minds of myself and @unorganisedalienrubbish)

Just Relax...

Shoutout to @wormwriting for inspiring and helping flesh out this idea! You're so heckin lovely.

(tw: torture mention, touch starved whumpee, over-exhaustion, whump aftercare (whumper caretaker), BAD caretaking, gaslighting, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, forced comfort, blood, (sfw)non-con touch)

Whumpee shuddered against the cold ground. The concrete bruised against their cheekbone and shoulders, but the dull ache was lost in a wash of exhaustion. It mingled with all the other bruises, scrapes, and cuts and throbbed over every inch of skin.

Everything hurt. They couldn't even fight it anymore. They just fell limp on the ground, praying for reprieve. Their muscles shivered, begging for rest; screaming for the pain to stop.

And Whumper stopped.

Blessedly, they stopped.

Whumpee took in a few shuddering breaths as Whumper crouched down next to them.

"Oh darling, you look so tired..." A hand crept between their cheek and the floor. It pushed them up. Whumpee blinked hard, trying to wash away the fog as they met Whumper's gaze.

It was softer. Kinder.

That meant...they were done.

Finally.

"C'mere," Whumper whispered, tugging on their wrist to tug them up into a sitting position. "You can rest now."

Whumper shifted forward pulling Whumpee to lean into their chest.

"N-no. Don't t-t-touch m..." Whumpee twitched and jerked away from the hands, but Whumper applied a steady, gentle pressure. Eventually, Whumpee could't fight it anymore. They shivered against Whumper's chest as the other held them close.

Whumpee's muscles twitched, begging to rip free, but Whumpee didn't dare move. They held completely still. Rigid and trembling. Twitching slightly as Whumper's fingers brushed slowly through their hair.

Whumpee's lip quivered. "D-don't-"

"Shhh....sh sh." Whumper hummed. "It's okay....It's over now."

Somehow, Whumpee didn't believe that.

But they were so tired.

Their back tingled with bruises, gashes, and welts. A trickle of blood crept slowly down their arm. Their head throbbed under the gentle fingers.

Whumper's arm around their waist barely dodged the ripped flesh, safely pressing against the unmarred spaces. Their warmth soaked slowly into Whumpee's shivering skin.

Whumpee's breaths slowed. They steady, slow cadence of Whumper's breath mirrored the hand brushing softly along their scalp. In..........and out. In..........and out. Fingers brushed smoothly from their hair-line, smoothing above their ear, trailing down their neck. Then beginning again. Over and over again - predictable and warm.

The ebbing, twisting aches slowly started to fade until they were barely a thought, replaced by the rhythmic, warm sensation. Their knotted muscles slowly unwound, melting into the touch. Whumpee closed their eyes and let themselves go limp in Whumper's arms, drinking in the warmth and quiet.

Whumpee cried out, jolting away again as Whumper's fingers dug deep into a gash on their side. Fiery pain tingled up their back, rekindling the aching burn in the marred and bloodied flesh. They writhed and pulled, but Whumper had already tucked their hand safely under the marks.

"L-let go. Let go of m-me." Whumpee took in harsh, ragged breaths, pushing on Whumper's chest. They shoved and writhed, but Whumper's hands pinned them in place, shoved awkwardly against them.

"Relax," Whumper murmured, guiding Whumpee's head back under their chin with a strong but gentle hand. Whumpee pulled away as best they could, but they were so weak. So tired.

"It's okay. You're done now. You can rest."

Whumpee squirmed, but Whumper's grip kept them pinned in place. Their heart was beating far too fast. It demanded faster and faster breaths until Whumpee's head spun with the effort.

"Please, Whumper. I-"

"Shh. You need to calm down." They resumed petting Whumpee's hair. They ignored Whumpee's finches and whines. The cold concrete bruised into their knees, cold seeping into the joint. Whumpee squeaked as Whumper pulled them closer.

"It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm not going to hurt you anymore." Whumper's voice hummed though their chest, warm and rich, pressed against Whumpee's ear. It was...a nice sensation. Whumpee froze, letting the sound soak through their skull.

Whumper must have noticed, because they started to hum. A low, slow, rich lullaby filled the room as Whumpee trembled. The sound was soft - hardly audible - but the vibration wound through Whumpee's flesh. Their cheek, pressed to Whumper's collarbone, warmed at the sensation. They felt their heart slow again as the melody grounded them.

They were so tired. So so so tired.

And Whumper was so holding them so close.

Whumpee slowly unwound, relaxing further and further until they fell limp again. They slumped against Whumper's chest once more, relishing the soft warmth that soaked through their skin.

Whumpee barely registered Whumepr’s arm pulling back before their fingers dug deep into another gash.

Whumpee screamed this time, shoving Whumper away. Adrenaline shot back through their limbs, barely beating out the pain spiking down their veins.

They jerked against Whumper's hands. "D-dont!" They tried to skitter back, but Whumper's grip locked around the back of their neck and at their wrist. Whumpee clawed uselessly at Whumper's fingers, eyes wide and frantic.

Whumper's face was full of gentle concern, but their eyes danced with amusement. "It's okay. Don't fight me now."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper reeled them back in by their neck. They trembled as they were tucked back into Whumper's embrace again.

They pushed away lightly, afraid to do more. Whumper ignored their pitiful efforts. They just held Whumpee close, careful not to touch any of the wounds. Whumpee trembled.

Whumper's voice was so soft. "It's okay...calm down, love."

Whumpee gasped as Whumper's fingertips trailed along the edges of a smaller cut. It tingled with a phantom burn - a subtle promise of what would come. Whumpee squirmed further into their chest, trying uselessly to avoid the touch. Every muscle was pulled taught, ready to spring. Shivering and twitching at every movement.

Whumper laughed softly. Warmly.

"I don't know why you're so tense. You can rest now. Just relax."

Whumpee didn't dare.

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

Random Whump Dialogue Prompts

Content: Begging, Possessive whumper, [implied] non-con, [implied] pet whump, [implied] slavery.

"When they're yelling at you, you're okay. It's when they go quiet that you should be scared."

"I think you need a little something to remind you of who you belong to."

"Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I'm gone?"

"--but why should I let you go when you look so pretty like this?"

"Make yourself useful. Do something- anything, but annoy me."

"Keep crying; your face looks beautiful streaked with tears."

"How else am I supposed to learn if you don't punish me?"

"I don't care how much you hate me - you need to eat!"

"We don't go near that one unless we have to feed it."

"How many times do I have to explain this to you?"

"I don't care about how gross it makes you feel."

"It's just a knife - why do you look so scared?"

"As long as you're good, Master will be kind."

"That is a privilege you have not earned yet."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Freak."

"Do you wanna lose the other one, too?"

"What do you mean, they cursed you?"

"What is this 'mercy' you speak of?"

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"Please, just make this quick."

"If I have to force you, I will."

"Please don't give me away!"

"I won't say it again."

"This is your home."

"Are you new here?"

"You wouldn't."

A sense of horror

One of my favorite tropes that I honestly think is pretty underrated is a loved one or an onlooker’s overwhelming sense of horror when they discover what has happened to a protagonist/MC.

Like.. a character stumbling in bleeding and broken—itheir loved one’s dread building and building as they unwrap the layers of mc’s clothing with shaking hands, only to find more and more and more blood— overwhelmed with panic and anguish when they discover just how deep the injuries go.

MC being brought home after a near-disastrous rescue mission, and the caretaker is finally able to get a good look at their injuries in proper lighting, and the horror hits them when they see deep, bloody gashes, whip marks crossing along their back, deep cuts and bruises in various stages of healing, a broken bone jutting out awkwardly at an angle it definitely shouldn’t be, and they’re just so overcome with revulsion and terror and heartache at what mc has had to endure. 

And that whole time, they had no idea. There was nothing they could do, but god they didn’t know it could get this bad. 

An onlooker, struck with a nauseating realization of how twisted some of their companions can be; the guilt of a bystander a weight that grows and grows, as they wrestle with dueling urges to help and to stay silent. (shoutout to @whumpsday for giving us another perfect example of this trope just yesterday)

Or even a villain/whumper, who agreed to participate in the cruelty, at some point down the line becoming too repulsed by the bloodthirst of their own comrades or fellow whumpers, suddenly unable to look anymore, wracked with guilt and disgust and thoughts of ‘god what have I done…’ 

A caretaker, rescuer, or even a new captor obtaining a whumpee who has been so conditioned by their past abuser that it makes their skin crawl. MC asking, begging to be punished at the slightest perceived mistake, or just bringing their new captor or guardian something to beat them with before falling to their knees. Anything that leaves them horrified, wondering ‘what the hell did they do to you’ yet also being too afraid to ask. The “are you my new master” trope may fall under this category and is also just immaculate. 

God I love this trope, whatever you call it. 

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