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promptspa · 2 years

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Random prompt #39

"It's a yes or no question." Supervillain stated bluntly, draped along their throne with their chin propped on their hand. "Yes. I do want to live," Hero sneered, baring their teeth as they pulled at the chains confining their form. "That was an answer with five more words than I wanted." It came off as a warning, but the hero merely yanked at their chains once more with a lot more force than intended. They let out a small yelp as they felt something pop out of it's place, arching at the sudden ache. A pained whimper slipped out of their lips, no matter how much they didn't want it to. A coo sounded from ahead of them and they lifted their head to glare at the horrid villain, keen to stay defiant and not show vulnerability. They snarled, ducking their head to rid the other's pitying look. "That's what happens when you refuse to just listen." Supervillain chirped at them as they stood from their throne, walking to the kneeling hero. They crouched down and grabbed Hero by their chin, forcing their head up. Hero waited for an order, an insult, anything. But no words came - and that was somehow worse. The silence taunted them as they kept their gaze locked with the villain's. And when the quietness became too much and Hero's thoughts had simmered enough, they let out a small sigh and relaxed in Villain's hold, their jaw unclenching and the defiant spark in their eyes cooled. "See? It's much easier to just be good for me, pet."

#villain x hero #hero x villain #dialogue prompts #fanfiction prompts #prompts #page's prompts #prompt list #romance prompts #action prompts #otp prompts #potential whump #whump prompts #manipulative villain #defiant whumpee #hero whumpee #villain whumper #pet hero #saucy prompts

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feverdreamsanddelusions · 5 months

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we really need more ship whump. ocean whump. stuck on a boat. whumpee going outside at night because there's not really a reason they should be restrained. because all the can see around them is the pitch black ocean stretching into infinity

#it's funny because everyone keeps saying there's huge potential but i only ever see the posts about the missed opportunity #and never someone actually sitting down and writing it #and now i am in........ the same boat #and the boat is not getting written #this is the most boat whump you'll get from me probably #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario

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urlocalwhumper · 6 months

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living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #living weapon whumpee #mine #chariot shiori on the brain tonite #the intention here is for whumpee to be this genetically engineered fusion of human and animal #the general build and anatomy of a human #but they grow fur on their limbs and partially up their back. they have an animal's sensitive ears. sharp canine fangs and a prehensile tail #and beyond that they've been outfitted with machine 'enhancements' to make them better suited for combat and destruction #and they've never experienced a kind touch in their life #letting them feel comfort will make them crave it. 'not actively suffering' should be the best they can strive for #their masters never anticipated that having someone treat them with anything other than revulsion or detatched indifference would break them #bc they banked on no one showing positive reactions to the monster that destroyed their homes and potentially killed their loved ones #caretaker is just crazy <33

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syncope-syndrome · 8 months

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Prompts For When You Need A Whumpee To Fall Like A Sack Of Bricks

For when a slow and steady loss of consciousness doesn't quite cut it (but that's still good, don't get me wrong).

whumpee's still running on adrenaline when they bump into caretaker, nothing but smiles until they catch onto caretaker's horrified expression. they follow their gaze until they see the familiar stain of blood against their shirt. their shock drains the adrenaline from them, and before caretaker's even able to take a step forward their knees have buckled.

a sudden wound — a gunshot, a stabbing — and the pain lancing through them white-hot and agonizing. they're still processing what's happened to them, gaping like a fish out of water when they feel the ground slam into the side of their head. they're not sure when they fell, but every pulse pours out more red and reminds them over and over of why.

a caretaker running themselves ragged with just how many people are hurt or in need of them, unable to take a moment's rest for themselves. their vision starts to swim when they stand up but they ignore it, because it's not that bad yet and others have it worse. they're doing an excellent job pushing through, until they're suddenly not. their vision wavers a little stronger this time, and then into black, barely able to get out a surprised "oh" before they're on the ground.

bending down to grab something and not hearing the approach of someone from behind them. one moment, they're sifting through papers, a drawer, a cabinet — the next, there's a burst of horrible pain at the back of their skull and a deep, sudden darkness.

trying to climb out of bed after a broken fever — common sense tells them to stay in bed but they want a bath so badly. their body trembles the moment they move to stand, and they're barely upright for more than a few seconds before their weakened legs fold and they collapse in a pile of exhausted, aching limbs.

doing nothing, thinking of nothing until there's a bright surge of light and heat, white bleeding into black, so abrupt that it's not until they wake again that they even comprehend that anything happened to them.

#whump #whump prompts #fainting #fainting whump #whump community #syncsynd: prompts #i don't think there's any required tws for this one but please let me know just in case #anyway this has been on my mind for a minute because my whumptober's going to feature quite a bit of action #and there is so much potential to be fine one moment and not the next #i do like to drag my fainting out for drama but all fainting is good #hashtag yes all fainting

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redstainedsocks · 10 months

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I gotta tell you... Being hooked up to a bunch of machinery and being gently strapped to a table (for safety) is low-key unsettling even when the people doing it are nice and explaining exactly what's going to happen, when, and why.

Without being spoken to? While being forced? With no information? In a strange place? Surrounded by enemies or hostile people?

That shit would be frightening as fuck. The lack of control. The lack of answers. Feeling less important, less human, than everyone else in the room.

So do that to your characters. If you're into medical/lab whump you're hitting all the right notes with this trope. So go HAM. Do it MORE. It's perfect.

#lab whump #medical whump #the latter is not really my cup of tea but I know this fits #whump tropes #hi hello yes I had my tests done on Saturday #it was an experience. not bad--just odd #i was too out of it to really consider The Whump Potential when i was an inpatient in hospital but yeah #this is the stuff nightmares are made od #*of #as an aside they weren't allowed to speak to me during the stats gathering portion of the test but I was just bored and feeling ill #it could've been scarier I just wished I had something interesting to look at for half an hour

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steddielations · 1 year

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When Eddie gets settled into Steve’s house, still in really bad shape from the bats, Steve tries to tell him they can sneak his Uncle over to visit him if he wants, but Eddie says no. Steve doesn’t understand why, he knows how much Eddie misses Wayne, he remembers how Eddie cried out for him when he was delirious with pain.

But Eddie just weakly reaches for Steve’s hand, his eyes shiny as he winces a wry little smile that says what he can’t.

Wayne’s already lost him once. Eddie’s not sure if he’s really going to make it and he doesn’t want Wayne to have to lose him again.

#he does make it ofc #but like. the angst potential #steddie headcanons #eddie munson #rueswriting #mp #wayne munson #steddie #steve harrington #munson whump #eddie munson headcanon

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adrift-in-thyme · 7 days

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Here it is! The fairy Time fic I promised. Be warned, it is extremely fluffy

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It is a quiet night.

Time is always grateful for those. They are in short supply on this journey, too often interrupted by the rise of the cursed Blood Moon or an outburst of beasts from under the cover of foliage. But tonight, the moon is tranquil and golden and the surrounding bushes and trees conceal nothing except chattering critters.

The heroes have settled around the fire, and are trading lazy quips. The occasional tale sneaks in between them, which quickly becomes a competition to see who has endured the more exciting experience.

Time doesn’t normally make a habit of joining in. He is content to remain just outside the conversation, close enough to comment if necessary, but far enough to merely listen. Such peace and joy are precious things – as precious as every moment spent by Malon’s side – and they surround him like a warm blanket.

Tonight, however, that wonderful feeling is making it rather difficult to remain awake.

It doesn’t help that the healing spells he had cast in the aftermath of today’s battle have left him feeling drained. With the traveler down and their potions used up, he had had little choice but to act. And he doesn’t regret it in the least. But that doesn’t negate the fact that healing magic has never been his strong suit.

Every fae possesses the power, yet not all have the strength to employ it in such a measure as he had today. Healing is a delicate act. It requires attentiveness and care, dedication and focus. He had poured all of that and more into his spells, used his heart and mind, his soul to heal his brothers’ wounds and save their lives. And in the moments afterward…had collapsed.

He is fortunate his brothers had been there to catch him. Too many times before he learned his limit, this weakness had spelled his doom. He has scars on his wings to prove it.

Still, he is practically useless, even now after the impromptu nap. He feels dried up and hollowed out, limbs heavy with the same exhaustion that drags his eyelids downward. And though he would normally protest at least a little at the prospect of staying in his current position, he cannot dredge up the will to do so.

So, here he remains, curled up on his side on Wind’s lap, Warriors’ scarf a silken cocoon about his body, one giant wing draped over him like a comforter.

He shifts with a small sigh. The sailor giggles, ever amazed at his fairy form, and reaches out to run a finger over Time’s wings. He is gentle, careful in every movement. Still, Time is a bit surprised at the lack of the fear that usually bubbles up whenever anyone touches him in this form.

He has had too many injuries, too many close calls with death or worse. They have made him wary. But he trusts the sailor. Wind is nothing if not kind.

He is safe here.

The knowledge hits him harder than any monster blow.

You are safe here.

Something breathtakingly warm wells up in him at that thought, similar to the feeling he has been basking in since he awakened, yet unique all the same.

“Alright, old man?” A soft voice asks, now, and Time pries open the eye he hadn’t even registered closing. Warriors grins down at him.

Time’s soft hum quickly dissolves into a blissful sigh as the captain tucks him more securely into his bed of softness. He allows his eye to slide shut again, his body to relax more fully. He allows the sensations and sounds to envelop him, surround him in warmth and comfort. To pull him down into blessed darkness once more.

“He’s adorable like this,” Wind says, his noisy whisper breaking through the haze. Another giddy giggle bursts forth from him like gurgling water.

“He is, isn’t he?” It’s Twilight now. Time can imagine the dirt-eating grin on his face, the same one that spreads across Malon’s when she beats him in yet another race around the pasture. “Though I doubt he wants us calling him that.”

There’s a pause, then in a disapproving whisper-yell, “and he definitely doesn’t want that. Put that slate of yours away, champion!”

There is the distinct sound of a camera snapping a photograph. Laughter ripples through the group like the wind through the trees.

“When he kills you all, don’t come running to me,” Twilight says, though there’s laughter in his voice too.

Traitors, Time thinks, lazily, all of them.

“Oh, come on, Twi. Look at him! He wouldn’t hurt us! Not like this anyway.”

“Then, you haven’t gotten a good look at his wings,” Legend pipes up, drily. “They’ve got eyes on them, you know.”

“Ooh.” Time can feel Wind’s breath ghosting him as the boy leans down to get a closer look. “I wonder if they make up for the one he lost. I’ll bet he can see us through ‘em!”

If Time wasn’t quite so tired (or finding this quite so exasperatingly comical) he would correct that assumption. But then again, what’s the harm in allowing a little rumor like that to spread and strike some healthy fear into the hearts of his would-be blackmailers?

“Come on guys.” Warriors’ voice rises above the hushed clamor of the others, all bickering about Time’s ability, or lack thereof to watch them through his wings. “He’s exhausted. Let him sleep.”

The heroes try to quiet, though their efforts are about as successful as Time suspected they would be. Whispers and barely stifled laughter continue to weave their way gallantly through the night.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

…though a few more telltale clicks of Wild’s slate cement his decision to play a prank on him as soon as he regains his strength.

“He’s so small,” someone murmurs, now as the hubbub begins to subside, sleepiness getting the best of even the most energetic among them. Sky, Time’s mind slowly supplies, putting a face to the voice that wafts gently around him. “To think, he healed us all while in that form…”

“Something you get to know very quickly about Sprite is that size doesn’t bother him,” Warriors replies, fondness in his tone. “Even as a kid, he could take out groups of monsters much larger than what we faced today.”

Sky chuckles, soft and almost sad. Time is too far gone to decipher why.

But he can’t deny the sudden rush of warmth when the chosen hero whispers, “thank you…little one.” And when, in the next moment, Sky ghosts a finger over the very tip of his wings, Time is unafraid beneath his touch.

He drifts off not long afterward to the sound of tired murmurs, the crackling of the campfire, and a soft song played upon an ocarina, the notes drifting up toward the moon.

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will-o-the-wips · 7 months

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okay inspired by another prompt but-

A prince that acts all high and mighty and well to do and overly confident. Someone - maybe a noble, or maybe a commoner, could be anyone that doesn't live in the palace with him - decides they hate his attitude and wants to take him down a notch or ten, so they kidnap him with full intent to torture him.

They get him somewhere alone, toss him around a bit. The prince's behavior has changed like the flip of a switch. His confidence and regal bearing is gone, replaced with cowering and feeble, half-formed pleas and teary eyes. The kidnapper thinks it's just an act to get them to let him go, and they get even angrier about it, so of course they take their anger out on him.

At some point they do strip him down...only to find the evidence of past abuse. Not anything simple either, nothing that could be caused by accidents. His clothes covered whip marks and scars, old and new. And an intricate pattern of brands spanning his shoulders, which looked to be a piece still be in progress.

The prince's change in behavior makes a bit more sense, but does the kidnapper actually care? Or maybe they feel vindicated, believing they're not the only one who thinks the prince needs a behavior adjustment.

#whump prompt #whump #kidnapping #abuse #scars #implied torture #whump ideas #royal whump #whumper turned caretaker (potentially)#howl hurts someone #just gearing up to actually (maybe) write things #whumpblr #whump blog #whump scenario #hey if i tagged this wrong pls tell me things to add - im new here

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promptspa · 2 years

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Random prompt #84

"Just go away! I don't want to see you ever again!" The hero shouted, whipping around and glaring at Villain with a passionate hatred they had never seen on their enemy's face before. The usual fond warmth Hero had when they looked at the criminal was replaced with a relentless fire that made Villain look away, afraid to be burnt further.

"Hero, please, it wasn't me-" Villain tried to explain, their words cut off by the hero's much louder, angrier ones. Their heart broke as they listened, watching hot tears fill the corner of their eyes as they yelled.

"Then who was it, Villain? Who else would know where we meet every last weekend of every month?" Hero's hands moved furiously in the air. "Who else would know of all of my fears? My weak-spots? Exactly how to hit me where it hurts the most?"

Villain paused, eyes searching for anything but the flames in Hero's eyes. They didn't know. They truly didn't.

After a moment of silence, a scoff left the hero's lips and they turned with a hiccupping breath, fists clenched at their sides. Villain moved quickly with a sudden rush of adrenaline, gently grasping one of their lover's hands in their own.

"Don't touch me." Hero hissed, yanking their hand away, tears now freely falling down their face. They set into a jog, leaving a heartbroken villain behind them.

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ghostlyarchaeologist · 10 months

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"How much time do we have before Eliot runs out of air?"

Leverage S05E13 The Corkscrew Job.

(Now with added fic!)

#leverage #eliot spencer #christian kane #eliot spencer whump #sorta anyway #this scene had so much potential for lots more whumpy goodness #personally i think he should have passed out/stopped breathing #and then we could have had a nice angsty scene with him hardison and parker #we were robbed!#robbed i tell you!#yes i know fanfic of this exists #but you can't beat seeing it onscreen #edit: i wrote the fic!#my needs for whump and angst and what have you have been met #for now #ghostly'sgifs

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bamber344 · 2 months

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TW: potential implied non-con whump, drugged whumpee, coercion.

whumpee who doesn't even realise they're being whumped perhaps?

They are frequently invited to whumper's house under the pretence of some other activity (bonus points if it's some sort of contract/obligation that whumpee is reluctant to back out of) and offered a glass of water or some sort of snack once they get there, but little do they know it's been drugged. Whumpee consumes the offering and subsequently is knocked out, leaving them at whumper's mercy for however long.

eventually, whumpee wakes up, perhaps feeling a little sore, and whumper chides them for not getting enough sleep. Bonus points if caretaker comes to pick whumpee up while they're still asleep and whumper has to scramble for an explanation.

The longer this keeps happening, the more concerned caretaker gets. They know whumpee is getting enough sleep, and whumper is looking more and more suspicious with every strange bruise that whumpee comments on finding once they come home.

who knows what whumper is doing while whumpee's asleep? Experiments? Posing them for photos? Something worse? Does caretaker or whumpee ever figure it out? the possibilities are vast

#whump prompt #whump #whumpblr #drugged whumpee #intimate whumper #part time whump #potential non-con whump #tw noncon whump

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year

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Still so damn MAD about how Infinity Ward decided to dismiss Soap's gsw from Graves that easily.

The devs really said *STABS SOAP WITH STIM SHOT* *SMACKS SOAPS' ASS* "THAT BOI'S GUNSHOT WOUND IS HEALED NOW GO SAVE ALEJANDRO."

LIKE-- Soap's gunshot wound could be such a good whump!!!!

Give me just 1 (one) scene where Ghost/Rudy stitched him back up!! And then you can move on and I'll be happy as a clam!!!

Just one scene is enough so I know that boi didn't fuckin use that stim shot as a Redbull for the entire night!!! Good Lord!!!

#sleepy's thoughts #GOD the whump potential FUCK #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish

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urlocalwhumper · 5 months

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pet whumpee who is still so naively loving and affectionate towards whumper (or anyone really) no matter what they do to them.

it's not even like they're fawning in the hopes they won't be hurt - they don't even seem to have a problem with being hurt in the first place. they don't enjoy it, and they scream and cry and plead for mercy when the pain becomes too much, but if hurting them makes master happy, then they'll happily tolerate it without complaint.

besides, master is always so sweet to them afterwards, cleaning and bandaging their wounds with gentle hands, wiping whumpee's tears away with their thumb and telling them that they're a good girl/boy, they did such a good job for master.

they just want love and affection. like a puppy who always returns to its master, tail wagging happily, no matter how many times it's kicked or shouted at.

and in the event of whumpee being rescued, they're... honestly so permissive and docile it kinda freaks caretaker out at first.

caretaker was fully equipped to handle someone terrified, or potentially violent, but whumpee is just... calm. they even seemed reluctant to be taken from wherever whumper kept them, but they still went along all the same. their skin was marred with all kinds of horrible scars and bruises, but they still leaned happily into anyone's touch, their eyes full of love and trust for someone they might have just met moments ago.

it leaves caretaker conflicted. whumpee has seen unimaginable trauma, this behavior is surely a result of that, they can't possibly be in their right mind... but caretaker can't help but wonder if they should even bother trying to 'fix' them. whumpee seems perfectly happy this way, and it'd be a lot of slow, painful work to try and make them into a person again.

caretaker would never dream of hurting whumpee. so... is it really so bad to just let them keep living this way? just as caretaker's pet instead?

#whump #whump prompts #pet whump #stockholm syndrome #caretaker new master #morally dubious caretaker #potentially carewhumper but in a sort of unintentional way #mine

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the-scrapegoat · 7 months

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I'm having a grand time playing w this in my head rn and wanted to share.

"So tell me, little warrior, will you die where you stand, or come kneel before me and live?"

#whump prompt #whump #nsfwhump #? potentially?#goatboy rambles

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inky-the-artist · 9 months

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cw: panic attack mentioned, hurt/comfort, recovery

a small whumpee huddled in a tight space when having a panic attack or being overwhelmed

and a bigger caretaker who wants to comfort them somehow managing to squeeze themselves in too, making whumpee laugh because of how comically they had to fold their limbs

#whump #whump aftercare #whumpee #caretaker #panic attack whump #whump panic attack #whump prompt #small whumpee #good caretaker #hurt/comfort #recovery whump #potentially found family

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letitbehurt · 7 months

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Whumper manages to get a hold of Whumpee’s phone number. Whumpee instantly recognizes the voice.

#there is so much potential for this trope #Whumpee realizing they aren’t safe anymore #Whumper smiling on the other end of the line #this trope is just good shit #whump

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