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Thereâs something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe theyâre just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesnât make sense. They donât even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe theyâre catatonic while the others look at them.
Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.
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Whumpee that has to take medication.
Whumper forcing the pills down their throat and then closing their mouth and rubbing their jaw to get them to swallow ⊠like you would an animal.
Whumpee doesnât like how the meds make them feel, but it makes Whumper happy, and that is ultimately the goal.
Do they actually have to take these meds? Or are they just drugs Whumper makes them take to make them sluggish, tired, agreeable?
Whumpee in withdrawals, gagging and sweating, shivering even while burning up. Whumper can either leave them be, theyâll be fine⊠or they can nurse them back to healthâŠ
Whumper is actively allowing Whumpee to hide the pills under their tongue, spitting them out later in secret. Whatever they want to do is fine, but Whumper canât wait to see the side-affects.
#tw pills#tw gagging#tw addiction#whump#teehee#I myself have trouble swallowing pills and I can only imagine⊠poor whumpee đą#whump ideas#whump prompts#whumpee#Whumper
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Whumper who only takes defiant, vicious whumpees full of fighting spirit, constantly starting fights, causing trouble, and being a piece of shit to instigate whumpee to attack them because whumper's low-key masochistic and also crazy.
Queue scene where whumpee whispers something so whumper leans in to hear them repeat it, and whumpee headbutts their nose, breaking it. Instead of whumper recoiling, lashing out, attacking/punishing whumpee, whumper leans back and licks the blood pouring down their face. Whumper chuckles and grins at whumpee, their teeth stained red and blood dripping off their chin.
#TRYING TO MAKE ANOTHER WHUMPER OUT OF THEM?????????????#sign me up Iâm SOLD#Whump#reblog#Whump ideas#Whumper#whumpee
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Whumpeeâs with short hairâŠ
Whumper lamenting about the hair they used to have, and Whumpee secretly glad to ruin their day.
Whumpee keeps finding ways to keep their hair short (practically begging for the punishment), and Whumper keeps letting them. If they want to pick their lessons, why not?
When Whumpee looks in the mirror, they donât recognize the person there. No longer the lovely, cared for locks, but rough jagged lines on their head where Whumper angrily cut.
Secretly loving the short hair, loving having control over it. Whumpee will pluck out any strands that get too long. Anything to have control.
#tw trichotillomania#whump#whump prompts#whumpee#Whumper#whump ideas#whumpee ideas#I used to have a buzzcut and I miss it but also donâtâŠ
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Whumpeeâs with long hairâŠ
Their Whumper gripping their hair to control their head, neck, jaw, their gaze. Ripping strands out to simple have Whumpee look a different direction.
Having no way to put their hair up, so it falls in their eyes, hiding the fear on their face. Not that theyâll complain.
Caretaker carefully combing, de-tangling, maybe braiding?
Whumper forcibly cutting off Whumpeeâs beloved hair as a punishment. It takes years to grow back, and the cycle just repeatsâŠ
Whumper loves their long hair, and so Whumpee angrily cuts it out of revenge and frustration: anything to regain control.
#whump#whump ideas#long hair#whumpee prompts#whump prompts#my hair is slowly but surely getting longer and idk how I feel
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I appreciate being included!
Relationship Status: Happily single
Favorite color: Blue, but the lighter shades of it
Song stuck in my head: Lost On You by LP (such a great âscream in the carâ song)
Favorite food: Put a plate of Mac n cheese in front of me and I will never complain
Last song I listened to: Guess It Wasnât Love by Strac
Dream trip: A solo-car trip across America! Iâm on the east coast and would love to just drive into the distance, no end in sight.
Last show/movie: Dune Part 1. I had to refresh before watching Part 2 lol.
Sweet, Spicy or Savory?: I prefer sweet, but not too much. Like how fruit is sweet, not chocolate or candies.
Last thing googled: âSpiritfarer Wikiâ. Iâve been playing Spiritfarer and admittedly, I needed help getting some materials lol (donât worry I got my answers) ((also, SUCH a good game))
Iâll pass this along, I suppose: @evilwriter37 @gingerly-writing @whitecoatwhump @hirochuu @tiny-feral-arachnid-man @whereallthewhumpgoes @deluxewhump @redwingedwhump @timetohurt @whump-tr0pes
Tagged by @mj-iza-writer , thanks!
Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.
Relationship status: Single. Happily so, but still open to the thought of mingling đ
Favorite color: Any blue or cool toned purple
Song stuck in head: Slow dancing in the dark, by Joji
Favorite food: Pad Thai
Last song listened to: What's good, by Tyler, the Creator
Dream trip: Going to Costa Rica this summer, so I'll just say that :D
Last show/movie: Terrifier 2 (love Art. he's my babyboy <3)
Spicy, sweet, or savory?: Probably spicy, but sweet is a very close second
Last thing googled: Are mason jars microwave safe (they are!)
Imma just tag some random blogs I follow <3
@sickiehugs @dainluvr @roblingoblin285 @sunnynwanda @saraswritingtipps @shibara @whumblr @wh3nturtlesfly @oprhan @dappermouth
Of course, no obligation and no pressure :]
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Thinking about a first time Whumper x veteran Whumpee...
When they first meet:
"You don't seem nearly scared enough. This isn't your first time is it?" "You seem weirdly nervous. Is it yours?"
"Ugh! Out of everyone in the city I could kidnap I had to get stuck with someone else's leftovers!"
"You used to belong to so-and-so, didn't you? Ah! They're my idol! Oh! This is exciting. I get to study their masterpiece up close!"
"WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!!!"
"Oh. You've never done this before." "Stop judging me. I have a knife."
"How is it you know exactly what I like?" "You torturers are all the same." "You've done this before??"
"I won't kill you, but I need you to cooperate. I am new to this, just so you know." "Yup. I'm going to die."
"Mmmm, I love how you move when you're in pain." "Thanks! I've been practicing for years."
"Who taught you to scream like this?"
Whumpee helping Whumper figure out the basics:
"Why are you on your knees?" "Oh sorry. Do you not like that? The last guy liked me that way. I just assumedâŠ" "No, no. It's a good idea. Keep doing that. I just⊠never thought of it."
"So, what are the rules?" "Rules?" "Yeah, dumbass. Your rules for me. Do you want me to call you sir? Master? Or can I keep calling you jackass?"
"Do you want me to put up a fight or should we skip straight to the submissive stage?" "Oh... uhhh... don't fight too much. I don't trust myself not to accidentally kill you." "Oh, yeah. Good point."
"What kind of scream do you like?" "There are kinds of screams?" "Yeah. The last guy liked it when I ugly-cried. But I'm pretty good a bloodcurdling and whimpering like a kicked puppy. I can try to stay quiet but I can't make promises there..." "Hmmm... try all of them. I'll tell you which I like best."
"You cleaned??" "Yeah? Was I not supposed to?" "I didn't know you could make captives do that?!" "For the record, I didn't do it because I'm scared of you - your arm gets tired after giving me like three lashes. I did it because I'm going to be spending a lot of time bleeding on this table and I doubt it occurred to you to disinfect it."
Whumpee teaching Whumper how to whump:
"Show me what they used to do to you."
Whumper studying the scars on Whumpees body to learn the best places to cut/stab.
"Oh no! A knife? How original!" /s
"If you stab me right there you'll kill me. You have to go one inch to the right. Yeah, right there-AHHHHHH! âŠyup. Right there."
"I'll make you a deal. Let me have a solid eight hours of sleep and I'll show you where to pinch the nerve that will paralyze my left arm."
"You can't leave me tied up like this!" "I can do what I want!" "Yes. Okay. True. But like, you've either got to tie my knees to my chest or let my feet touch the ground. Otherwise I'm going to asphyxiate."
Whumper having an inferiority complex:
"I CAN DO ANYTHING THEY COULD DAMMIT!" (They = Whumpee's former Whumper)
"WHUMPEE! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!" *Whumpee trying not to laugh when Whumper fucks up something really basic.*
"You must think I'm so pathetic." "NOo! Of course not! You're doing amazing! Really you are! I'm so fucking scared of you right now. I promise."
"I'll never be as good as the person who hurt you before." "You'll get there! I promise. I was like his fifth victim - I'm your first. Be kind to yourself!"
"How the fuck did your former Whumper do it?" "Yeah... you're not getting that out of me..."
Whumper being paranoid that Whumpee is manipulating them. Even though they hold the power they feel like Whumpee has more control over the situation because they know more.
Also...
Whumpee knowing just how to manage Whumper. They instinctively know when to be a little defiant and when to do exactly as they are told. They know just the right tone of voice to speak in, and just how to move, scream, to keep Whumper as pleased as possible. The sooner Whumper is satisfied the sooner it will stop.
Whumpee pretending it hurts worse than it does, lying about which places/tortures hurt most, acting more sick or tired than they really are to get rest/food, acting more scared than they really are⊠It's not like Whumper could know better.
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Thinking about how some people kiss certain objects for luck before using them (dice before rolling, less commonly but more relevantly guns before shooting, etc.) and like. What if someone kissed their living weapon before each mission for luck?
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When Whumpee is in public with Whumper, perhaps at a social event, and Whumpee gets a little too bold. They start assuming they can speak without first being spoken to. Their lingering glance at a kind stranger whoâd asked if they were well sours Whumperâs mood. They accept a dance from that same stranger as if they have the right not to look to Whumper first, to seek their approval before being borrowed for the length of a song.
When Whumpee returns from the dance, Whumper pulls them in roughly by the arm. They hiss a threat into Whumpeeâs ear, pressing hard on a fresh bruise beneath their clothes as they remind Whumpee that theyâre a possessionânothing more than a statement piece meant to adorn Whumperâs arm.
Whumpee is glued to Whumperâs side the rest of the night, pretty and silent, Whumperâs threat ringing in their ears. They donât dare to meet the kind strangerâs eyes again. They fear what will happen if they do.
#whump#reblog#and what if Kind Stranger catches on?#what if they feel the bruises and bandages underneath Whumpeeâs clothes?#what if they become the Caretaker?#all they wanted was a dance but now theyâre gonna SAVE THIS PERSONS LIFE
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horror is always like oh no they're possessed by a demon well what about possessed by an angel? angelic possession is also horror.
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Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist
(I'll only keep this pinned until Febuwhump 2024 is over)
Day 1: Helpless
Day 2: Solitary confinement
Day 3: "Bite down on this"
Day 4: Obedience
Day 5: CPR (alt prompt #5)
Day 6: "You lied to me"
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Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"
Background: Tyler is a nurse in the ER and Allen is his boss. Both use he/him. Also FYI, this is not medically accurate, don't take this as fact. Thanks.
It wasn't as if Tyler enjoyed telling lies. But sometimes, for the sake of proper treatment, and for the sake of the patients' mental well-being, it was necessary.
They were simple lies, but they were big.
"You're going to be just fine," Tyler said aloud, both to himself and the woman lying in front of him. She was older, with no friends or family around her. It was an emergency visit, after all, and it's not like she had time to call anyone while having a seizure.
She had calmed down, but it wasn't good enough. She had fallen down stairs, unable to stop herself. The trauma to her head caused a seizure. It was a brain bleed. She wasn't going to be okay.
"You're gonna make it," Tyler repeated. "You're just fine."
It's not like he could do much. Any life-saving treatment would only ruin the woman's chances at living a normal life, let alone a long one. Her advanced directive told him to stop at that. Stop at comfort.
And comfort he tried. He tried so hard. He held her hand, brushed her hair, tucked her under the thin blankets as best he could.
When he stepped away for just a moment, to fill in the necessary paperwork, Allen stepped in.
Tyler glanced back into her room to see Allen leaned over, whispering something into the woman's ear. Her eyes were open, watching Allen's every move, listening intently.
Setting the clipboard down, Tyler walked back in slowly, not even daring to think what Allen was saying to his patient. His patient.
"Allen..."
His boss held up his hands in a 'I give up' motion and shook his head as he walked out. Tyler didn't try to stop him.
The woman, now watching Tyler instead, had a furious look in her eyes. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, but he recognized that look.
You lied to me.
Tyler immediately whipped around and found where Allen had stalked off to. "What," he demanded, "did you say to her?"
Allen shrugged with a poorly hidden smile. "Only the truth."
"What. Truth."
"That she was going to die. That you lied to her." Allen didn't even change his expression as he ruined Tyler's day. "What a cruel person you are, Ty. Lying to patients on their deathbed."
He pointed where they had come from, into the woman's room. They both looked as she lay there, alone and dying.
Allen leaned in as Tyler watched her. "You lied to me," he mocked, saying the words the patient could not.
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A few years ago, I read a wonderful pet whump on Wattpad. Unfortunately, it was deleted, but gave me a great whumper idea.
- Whumper would use the clicking of their tongue for commands for whumpee. It would alert whumpee to stand up straight to their master.
- Whumper would show off their pet to guests, like they were a rare breed of dog they just adopted.
- Whumpee would be severely punished when making a soundâany soundâwithout being told to. If whumpee needs to sneeze or cough, they need to hold it in.
- When rescued, whumpee is conditioned, and it might take years for them to let it go partly.
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Febuwhump Day 5: CPR (alt prompt #5)
Background: Tyler is a nurse in the ER and Allen is his boss. Both use he/him. Also FYI, this is not medically accurate, don't take this as fact. Thanks.
As much as Tyler hated it, saving a life was such a high. The rush of endorphins after successfully reviving a lost-cause, or finding a diagnosis that no one else could see... it was something Tyler lived for.
And today was no different.
Tyler was two minutes into CPR (a very long time, for someone actually doing the compressions), and the patient wasn't breathing. They had tried everything. He was sweaty and exhausted, and finally, after a few more rounds, another nurse took over.
He stumbled off the stranger's lap and took a deep breath. Wiping his forehead with his sleeve, he could only watch as the rest of the team worked tirelessly to save the patient... to no avail.
Tyler was devastated. He was number two in a list of three people that did compressions, but he felt useless. He just wasted so much time-- he stopped himself before he could finish the thought. How dare he think that? This was his job. He literally signed up for this.
"What a waste," Allen piped up. Tyler whipped around and found his very amused boss leaning on the nurse's station, watching everything unfold.
Tyler nodded. "I know, they'll never see the sun again-"
"No no," Allen interrupted. "You misunderstand me; what a waste," he repeated, eyes never leaving Tyler's. "of time and money."
Thank god no one else heard him, because Allen could be fired just for saying that in public. "Allen," Tyler hushed, "you can't say that."
"Why not?" Allen mused. "It's what we were all thinking anyways."
Tyler, after finally catching his breath and rolling up his sleeves, sighed and rubbed his face. "Allen..."
His boss only laughed, an odd juxtaposition for their place in the ER. "The next time you get all sweaty," he whispered. So quiet that Tyler had to stare at his lips to lip-read the rest of the sentence. "it better be underneath me."
#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday5#tw death#OK SO 'underneath me' could mean either SEXUAL or WHUMP but I think we all know where I'm gonna take this SPOILER it's whump#not that tyler knows this ofc my precious baby cant put a conscious thought together\#tw CPR
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Febuwhump Day 4: Obedience
Background: Tyler is a nurse in the ER and Allen is his boss. Both use he/him. Also FYI, this is not medically accurate, don't take this as fact. Thanks.
The rest of the week working in the ER flew by with no major events. Another car accident, a house fire, and a family of six that somehow all had pneumonia at the same time.
Tyler didn't miss the weekend, per say, but he sure missed peace and quiet. He missed being able to sleep all day, ignore his pager, and block out the world.
Allen didn't quite let his Friday night go without a fight, though.
"Are you gonna shower this weekend?" Allen mocks.
Tyler replied with a dry laugh, then an inconspicuous sniff at his armpit. Oof. No comment.
"Well?"
He looked up, and found Allen looking sincere for once. A welcome shock, but still unexpected. "What?"
Allen huffed in frustration. "Well... what's the answer?"
Tyler raised an eyebrow. What, did he want a 'Yes Sir of course Sir anything for you, Sir.' The more Allen fidgeted, the more it dawned on him; that's exactly what he wanted.
Not knowing his way out of this, Tyler opted for a quiet, "Yeah, I'll take a shower."
That was, evidently, the wrong answer.
Allen stepped closer, and Tyler reflexively stepped back. "That wasn't quite what I was looking for, Ty."
He couldn't hold back a shiver. He hated that nickname, and everyone knew it. How cruel.
"I-"
"You," Allen mused, close enough now to reach out and touch him. With a raised hand, he brought it juuust close enough, but not quite enough. His fingers hovered above Tyler's lips. "You know exactly what I want you to say."
Trapped in the locker room all alone, with a man (his boss) that was much stronger than him... did not bode well. Let alone this man's mean streak- no, no, a cruel-and-manipulative streak? Not good. Lay low, answer correctly, and leave as quick as humanly possible.
Tyler looked down and avoided Allen's gaze.
"Y-yes, Sir."
#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday4#Tyler and Allen#nurse whumpee#boss whumper#this could be read as either genuine pining OR deliciously manipulative EITHER WAY IM DOWN
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Febuwhump Day 3: "Bite down on this"
Background: Tyler is a nurse in the ER and Allen is his boss. Both use he/him. Also FYI, this is not medically accurate, don't take this as fact. Thanks.
Wednesdays are usually the slow days. People go to work, instead of dicking around and getting themselves hurt, which means there's typically less traffic in the ER.
Today was not a typical Wednesday.
Tyler stumbled from one patient to the next, all of them in varying degrees of pain from a who-knows-how-many car pileup on a major highway. No one was happy, and everyone was exhausted.
Having to stitch a man's chest right there in the ER, Tyler knew this wasn't going to be easy. The only morphine they had in stock was being used for the high-priority patients, or as Allen called them: "the ones who can afford it."
Grabbing the nearest blanket, Tyler shoved the corner in the man's mouth. "Bite down," he said, miming a bite with his jaw. "This is gonna hurt."
The terrified man nodded his head, mouth full of cloth.
Stitch by stitch, grunt and groan, sweat and tears, and finally Tyler was done. It was an excellent job; the stitches were neat and in order. They'd either dissolve or snap, but either way, this was the best he could do. Tyler patted the man on the shoulder and nodded. "Nice work," he complimented, knowing truly how much pain this man was in. He only received a forced nod as a reply. Tyler couldn't blame him.
Turning around to grab discharge paperwork and stitch-aftercare instructions, he runs into Allen, who was apparently watching very closely, and was not happy at the result.
"What now," Tyler moaned, stepping around his angry boss to grab the paperwork from behind the nurse's station.
"Don't speak to me like that," Allen demanded.
Tyler only scoffed. "What, don't like it? Then go somewhere else."
Now, Tyler would be the first to admit that he wasn't in a good mood. But now, in the middle of an unexpected rush on an understaffed Wednesday, was not the time to antagonize him.
Allen crossed his arms. "You were too nice."
"Excuse me?"
"Too. Nice."
Tyler handed his patient the paperwork, and finally turned to face Allen. "I'm not sure what you mean, Allen," he forced in an obviously-fake nice tone.
"Next time you want someone to bite on something," Allen starts, leaning in close and almost whispering, "it better be you."
They both stood there for a minute. Tyler had no clue what that meant, and didn't really have time for whatever game Allen was playing.
"I'm busy," he shrugged, and left Allen standing there alone.
#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday3#Tyler and Allen#nurse whumpee#boss whumper#biting#bite marks..... on my Tyler??? on my precious baby?????
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Febuwhump Day 2: Solitary Confinement
Background: Tyler is a nurse in the ER and Allen is his boss. Both use he/him. Also FYI, this is not medically accurate, don't take this as fact. Thanks.
Tuesday was never much better than Monday. Tyler forced his scrubs on, ran a hand through his un-washed hair, and clipped his nurse badge onto his chest. Today, he'd be a jockey. And not the good kind.
After yesterday's fiasco with Angry Allen, Tyler had been assigned to the coma ward. Caring after sick patients wasn't outside his realm of expertise, but this was much different than his usual ER shift.
Walking from room to room, checking on patient after patient, Tyler almost found it peaceful. No arguing patients, less and less visitors (which was sad, but made an undeniable smoother shift), and absolutely no running, jumping, leaping to save lives.
And he found it rather nice, albeit slightly awkward, to care for these sort. Tilting a man to his side, Tyler wiped his back with a washcloth. To avoid bedsores, this had to be done daily.
"I bet this is quite refreshing, huh?" He mused out loud. "I'm not sure what your regular nurses' routine are, but I'll do my best to get you spick and span."
It's not like this man can judge him, at least. Allen would never amuse him with a conversation, let alone a little banter now and then. Again, it was peaceful here.
"No visitors today?" Tyler questioned the sleeping man. "I'm sure you're bored, so I'll tell you a joke."
He said that, but now he has to think of a joke good enough to wake a comatose man. He was kidding, but liked to hope.
"What did..." he dragged off. "Why was Cinderella so bad at soccer?"
He waited a beat, for comedic affect. "Because she kept running away from the ball!"
Tyler giggled to himself. The man didn't even twitch.
"Maybe we should admit you."
Tyler whirled around to see Allen standing the doorway, arms crossed and mouth in a rare grin. It wasn't exactly a welcome sight.
"What?"
"I said," Allen starts, slowing his words as if Tyler couldn't understand English, "that we should admit you."
He waved his hand in front of his face, then circled his finger by his ear ('craaaazy'). "Talking to yourself? Telling jokes to nobody? Laughing at nothing?" He smirks, but it doesn't meet his eyes. "Sounds like we should admit you right now."
Tyler doesn't even amuse the thought. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm just passing the time. Speaking of, where should you be right now?"
That was the wrong reply.
Allen's smirk twitched, and froze in place. "Oh just you wait, Ty," he used a nickname that he knew Tyler hated.
As Allen left, Tyler was no longer in a joking mood, and finished the rest of his shift in silence.
#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday2#Tyler and Allen#nurse whumpee#boss whumper#I googled jokes just for this lmao
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