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Thinking about a royal whumpee's crown being melted down and reshaped into a shiny, metal collar
#can you tell collar whump is like catnip to me?#royal whump#collar whump#whump#whump prompts#whump tropes#whump ideas#my posts#my whump
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Collars........ also collarbones.
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A metal collar clamped around whumpee's neck. The cold bit at their throat, shivering whenever they shifted.
-Wich was difficult since it was chaining them to the floor, too short to stand up but long enough being on their knees was considered mercy.
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The collar had left a bigger impact on the whumpee than they’d like to admit. Sometimes, when they broke one of their old rules they’d expect the sudden shock of their electric collar, it would take them a moment to realize that they weren’t in that situation anymore. There was a growing frustration about it, since the whumpee desperately wanted to be the person they used to be.
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumpee#aramis stabs someone#whump prompts#electrocution#shock collars#collar whump#past whump
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Taking a pet whumpee's collar off temporarily as a reward, only when they're in whumper's lap and only while whumper is running their hands all over whumpee's now exposed neck, trying to "massage" it and "make whumpee feel good."
"I can't normally reach this spot, doesn't this feel so nice?"
The collar off, or alone time? Which does whumpee prefer?
#pyreprompts#whump prompts#whumpee#whump writing#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumper#whump#Pet whump#conditioned whumpee#Collar whump
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Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump
Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.
The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.
Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.
"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.
"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.
"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.
"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.
"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.
"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”
"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”
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CW: Shock collar, revenge, sadistic/protective Caretaker, Caretaker turned Whumper, Whumper turned Whumpee, collars
I love the thought of protective caretakers, but what’s better than a protective caretaker? A protective and sadistic caretaker-- to Whumper, of course. They’re enraged, but after a while, they grow plainly amused with Whumper’s suffering.
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“Please, just-- just kill me already! You win, you got your revenge, what else do you want?!”
“Oh, Whumper.” Caretaker kneels down and grips their chin in their hand. “I could kill you, but where would the fun be in that? No, you deserve to suffer for the rest of your life, and I want to make that suffering last as long as I possibly can.” They stride over to the bag they dropped by the door, pulling two things out.
A collar, and a key.
“Look familiar?” Caretaker smiles darkly, then crosses the room back to a now struggling Whumper. “It’s a shock collar, just like the one you gave to Whumpee. Isn’t that fun?”
“Stop, god, please don’t--”
“It only gets worse from here.” They clasp the collar on, straddling over Whumper so they can lock it without their struggling interfering. “For you, obviously. I, on the other hand, am going to enjoy this.”
#whump#tw whump#revenge whump#shock collars#protective caretaker#caretaker turned whumper#whumper turned whumpee#tw sadism#whump scenario#whump writing#whump idea#whump prompt#collar whump
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Thoughts in my whumpy mind.
Collars:
Prong collars
Choke Chains
Heavy leather collars
Martingale Collar
Tactical Collar with a handle
Spiked
Collar with a warning on it
Pretty collars with accessories
Bandanas
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Random Whump Prompts/things
Content: Kidnapping, non-con drugging, sleep deprivation, forceful physical treatment, defiant whumpee, PTSD/trauma, muzzles, collars, [non-sexual] nudity, forced to watch, multiple whumpees, conditioned whumpee, whumpee-turned-caretaker.
Whumpee screaming Caretaker's name as they're taken away from them.
That classic moment when Caretaker rescues Whumpee from their cell/basement/etc. and Whumpee's convinced that they're not real because they've had dreams/hallucinated this moment countless times before.
Whumpee's last words to Whumper are something along the lines of "I hate/blame you" and though Whumper tries not to let it get to them - they didn't care for Whumpee afterall - they're haunted by that phrase for years afterwards.
Caretaker having to drug Whumpee so they'll get some sleep/won't resist food or treatment/etc.
Whumpee trying their favourite meal for the first time since their rescue.
Caretaker going multiple nights without sleeping because Whumpee won't sleep unless they're actively watching over them.
Whumpee attacking Caretaker out of fear and feeling terrible about it afterwards.
Multiple people having to restrain Whumpee just so they can be treated.
Addition to the previous one: Caretaker pushing through the crowd of people and shoving those pinning them down out of the way before engulfing Whumpee in a hug. After months of no kindness whatsoever, Whumpee just breaks.
Whumpee initiating a hug for the first time since their rescue.
Whumpee getting to see their friends/family/pets for the first time since their rescue.
Whumpee doesn't let anyone touch the muzzle on their face or the collar around their neck for days after their rescue, but finally they're able to kneel down in front of Caretaker and quietly ask for permission for it all to come off.
Whumpee being forcibly stripped from their clothes in front of someone they love.
That moment when two whumpees are reunited with each other. Whumper drops the first Whumpee on the floor in their cell and the second one comes scrambling over to engulf them in a hug and comfort them.
Whumpee doesn't know that Caretaker was whumped until their whumper shows up one day and teases them about it. Letting Whumpee in on all the secrets Caretaker has tried so hard to hide...
#whump#whump stuff#whump things#whump thoughts#whump tropes#whumpee#caretaker#whumper#sleep deprivation#muzzle whump#collar whump#whumpee turned caretaker
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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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Collars 2
#whump#whump art#collars#collar#collar whump#*sweats* I did these all in two days how the fuck#positive feedback is a hell of a drug...#every body is so nice 2 me <3#my art
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The whumpee would struggle against the whumper no matter what, even after the whumper had fastened a shock collar on them. The whumpee would have to ignore the shocks and pain of the too-right device. The whumper has tried everything, and they’re growing frustrated now that they see that the shock collar isn’t working.
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumpee#aramis stabs someone#whump prompts#whumper#collar whump#shock collar#defiant whumpee#tw electrocution
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Ah, collars. A collar could represent something captive against its will, controlled and enslaved by whatever placed it around its neck, or perhaps it could mean something loved, something protected and given a mark of "I take care of this creature, I accept it as my responsibility".
On the other hand, a lack of a collar could represent freedom, an escaping of imprisonment, or it could be the mark of something stray, something abandoned or feral, something sickly and street-born. Something unloved, left to rot outside.
I want to see a collar be used as the tipping point into domestic life, a fabric band that says "You are safe with me". A promise in the form of gentle hands affixing that banner to a willing neck. A mutual agreement, that "I am yours" and "you are mine".
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Newly captured whumpee scratching and ripping their collar, feeling it choking them, hating whenever whumper pulls them by it vs whumpee who's so used to it they feel naked without a collar around their neck and genuinely thank whumper when they get them a new one.
#don't be gentle please#whump prompt#whump thoughts#pet whump#captivity whump#collar#collar whump#new whumpee#old whumpee
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“Would you wear a collar for me?” Whumper asks.
Whumpee looks up from their book. “I… would rather not,” they politely reply.
Whumper rolls their eyes, “Too bad, I’ve gotten you a collar. It’s a pretty one, look.”
Whumpee would prefer to keep their head down and continue their novel, but some defeated part of them supposes they may as well get it over with.
Whumper moves to stand behind them, placing a hand under their jaw, tilting it back. “Relax,” they murmur. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
True to their word, Whumper’s hands are gentle as they buckle the collar. They hook two fingers underneath it when they’re finished, making sure it’s not fastened too tight.
“You look lovely. What do you think?”
Whumpee is surprised to find they’re not blinking any tears back. “It’s not so bad.”
They don’t know if they believe what they’re saying.
#first post woohoo#collar whump#collars#whumpee#intimate whumper#emotional whump#defeated whumpee#whump community#mortar’s writing
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Circus Whump
“Please, Whumper, don’t make me keep doing this. Please...” Their begging fell on deaf ears. Whumper stepped toward them they were caged between him and the tent pole at their back. He towered over them.
Head bent low, he murmured slowly and firmly into their ear, so only they could hear. “Shut. Up. You’re going to go out there tonight, and you’re going to perform your little routine, and you’re going to be the star I’ve made you to be. And then, when it’s over, you’re going to rest, then do it all over again tomorrow.”
His breath was hot against their skin, sending prickling shivers through them.
“Without me, you would still be out on the streets. Without me, you would be nothing. Remember that.” He stepped back and a painfully fake smile plastered itself to his face. “Now, best start getting ready for tonight’s show.”
Whumpee didn’t move until he was out of sight. Only then did they start breathing again. Only then did they start shaking.
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Whumpee held perfectly still as Whumper gripped their chin, leaning in as he smudged the last of the line of glittery powders around their eyes, completing their colorful, shining look. He smiled when he was finished and leaned back to look at them, his star, the crown jewel of his show. From behind the fabric that hung over the entrance to their small dressing space-- a weak pretense of privacy-- drifted the swift, bouncy music that accompanied the fire-eater that was currently riling up the crowd for Whumpee’s performance.
Whumper leaned closer again, smiling in a way that showed too many teeth. “You’re going to behave for me tonight, aren’t you love?”
They nodded. They had no more escape attempts left in them, not after the last one had landed them in a cage with an iron collar locked around their throat like just another circus animal until Whumper was satisfied that they’d learned their lesson.
“Perfect. You’re going to be wonderful tonight, darling. You always are.” With that, the music outside reached a crescendo, and Whumper pulled away. He winked at them and murmured, “That’s my cue,” slipping out into the ring just as the song came to a close.
Whumpee left their dressing space and made their way to the ladder bolted to the side one of the towering poles, atop which was their platform. They began their ascent, muscle memory leading their hands and feet to the rungs easily despite the darkness. The spotlight was trained on Whumper in the center of the ring, who bowed dramatically to the audience, his bright red coat swishing behind him and his top hat barely avoiding being dragged through the dust as he swept it off with a flourish. After straightening up and replacing the hat atop his head, he began to recite the well-rehearsed introduction he gave at every show before their routine.
“Ladies and gentlemen, young and old, one and all, it has been a marvelous night! Now it hops and skips quickly to its close,” here he hopped from one foot to the other, drawing bursts of laughter from the crowd, “but first, one final act. Turn your eyes now to the star of the night, our aerodynamic acrobat, our tremendous trapeze artist, the soaring, the sailing, the weightless Whumpee!”
The crowd burst in to frenzied applause as a second spotlight flicked on, beaming down upon Whumpee, now stood atop the platform high above. They waved stiffly to the audience, thankful that they were too high for anyone to see their face. Whumper’s spotlight dimmed to nothing until the only light in the entire tent was the one trained on them. They took a breath.
The song started slowly, almost mournful as the low violin notes flowed and Whumpee stepped toward the tightrope. They could do it. They knew they could. They had done this a million times before. But no matter how many times they were forced up to that platform, how many times they were forced to teeter and swing and leap above a rapt audience, nothing could rid them of the paralyzing terror they felt at the sight of the ground far below. They took a step.
Whumpee’s performance was, above all else, a story. A story that took place on a tightrope and between trapeze bars and even in parts on the aerial silks, yes, but a story nonetheless. That was what took their act from impressive to extraordinary. The music swelled and ebbed and rose and fell along with their movements, following them through a wordless journey that the audience could not look away from. Tonight, as every night, they were perfect. They flew through the air in graceful arcs that elicited gasps and bated breath from the crowd and twisted in the silks in smooth, languid motions. It wasn’t until the final leap from the trapeze back onto the platform that they faltered. They let go too late.
They flipped through the air, then their legs flared with pain as they crashed into the hard wood of the platform. It didn’t quite register at first as they were only half present, their mind distant as their body had carried them through the routine, distancing them from the reality of their position high in the air with a long, long way to go should they fall. However, it wasn’t long before the sharp, jarring pain reached them and clouded their mind in an entirely new way. They were only vaguely aware of the cheering and of Whumper’s closing speech far below. They leaned heavily against the pole behind them. Eyes squeezed shut, they focused on regaining the breath that had been knocked out of them as they waited for the pain to fade. They reached down, prodding at their legs where they had collided with the platform. Not broken, they decided, but surely badly bruised by morning. They sighed.
Finally, they gathered the energy to move and peered over the edge, saw the audience filing out of the tent, and their heart sunk. The show was over. Now they were going to have to face Whumper.
The whole way down the tortuously long ladder, their teeth were clenched in pain. Their legs ached, both from their performance and the bruises, and several times they had to stop and lean their forehead against the cool metal rungs and wait for the pain to subside enough to continue.
At last, they made it down. Unsurprisingly, Whumper was waiting for them at the bottom, leaning against a large painted backdrop and eyeing them with a seething anger. When they turned around, Whumper pushed off from where he was propped against the thing, closing the distance between them in a few long strides.
His hand cracked against their cheek before they could react. Tears of pain an surprise sprung to their eyes, but either Whumper didn’t notice or he didn’t care as he sneered at them.
“What the hell was that, Whumpee? That was sloppy. It was careless. I know for a fucking fact that you were trained better than that. I trained you better than that. You know better than to make such clumsy mistakes. So act like it.”
Whumpee opened their mouth to protest, or maybe to apologize, perhaps to stutter some excuse, but Whumper didn’t give them the chance.
“No. Shut up. If you can’t pull your act together and avoid fucking up my show, my masterpiece, if you can’t handle this act, then you can always be part of the freak show.” His voice took on a mocking lilt as he put a hand on their waist, his thumb tracing a raised line just under their ribs. “I’m sure if we laid you bare, all those pretty little scars would give our patrons plenty to ogle at.”
Whumpee nearly overbalanced as their panicked step backward was cut short, Whumper’s hand on their waist tightening and keeping them in place. They were frantic as they found their voice. “No, please, god no, i can’t- i’m not-” Whumper chuckled and put a gentle finger to their lips, cutting off their stream of words.
“No, no, not yet. I wouldn’t want to give up my perfect little star so easily, no matter how pretty their scars. Perhaps you just need a few more to remind you why it’s a very bad idea to disappoint me.” He smiled.
Whumpee didn’t fight it as his hand on their back led them towards his tent. They simply bowed their head in a pathetic attempt to hide the panic in their eyes and the single tear trailing down their cheek.
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