#whump scenarios
The unsettling closeness between a stranger caretaker, and a severely wounded whumpee:
- The stranger picks them up and carries them when they can’t walk. Whumpee hasn’t felt a shred of kindness in so long they blindly cling to it, tucking their face under their chin to hide.
- Unspoken trust as caretaker patches them up; but even though it hurts, whumpee stays silent and still.
- Seemingly alien conversations when caretaker asks if they’re okay with being carried or touched. They tell them beforehand everything they do before they do it, not surprising or starting them with any pain.
- Taking a damp cloth to whumpee’s face, lathering off sweat, blood, dirt, or all three. Whumpee’s too flustered to say anything, they just lower their head shy of speaking.
- The night falls cold and whumpee starts shivering. They hold their breath and curl up against the back of the stranger, hoping they aren’t angry when they wake up…
Whump Dialogue
(Sarcastic/annoyed caretaker)
- “How many fingers?… Yes I’m serious! Shut up and answer the question!”
- “If even half of that blood is yours you need to sit down right now.”
- “Is it too much to ask for you to not get stabbed for five minutes!?”
- “Wow those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes… Of course I’m being sarcastic! Get over here and let me stitch you up!”
- “C’mon, you gotta work with me here. I’m not dragging your unconscious ass back by myself”
- “Y’know, I don’t really blame them. Your face is very punchable… especially when you glare at me like that..”
- “I may not be a doctor, but I’m pretty sure blood belongs on the inside.”
- “Okay, normally I’d laugh, but this is just getting ridiculous. Sit down before you pass out.”
- “Ah yes, how heroic of you to get shot in the side and puke all over my shoes. Next time could you just pull me out of the way like a normal person instead of jumping in front of the bullet?”
I know we love unconscious whumpees. How about nearly unconscious whumpees?
- Caretaker is trying to carry Whumpee to safety but Whumpee is kind of delirious and the little consciousness they do have is absolutely fixated on one thing, e.g. the wellbeing of a fellow whumpee. Bonus points if it’s something less consequential, like fretting about the blood they’re getting on Caretaker’s clothing. Extra bonus points if their mumblings show a complete lack of understanding of the situation, such as pleading for Whumper not to hurt them or asking when Caretaker’s getting here.
- Whumpee’s eyes are open and Caretaker thinks they’re more alert than they are. It’s only when Caretaker tries to get them to sit up and has to support their limp head and neck that they see their glazed expression.
- Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness without realising it, so what may seem to be a coherent conversation to them is strung out over full minutes or even hours for Caretaker.
- Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, realising it, and panicking as much as they are mentally capable of doing at that moment. Caretaker has to soothe them and let them know it’s all right, they’re in safe hands and Caretaker won’t let anything happen to them.
- Caretaker carrying Whumpee over their shoulder and having to set them down on a bed or a table. Whumpee’s limbs ragdolling as Whumpee mumbles weak apologies.
- Whumpee lying in a bed and seemingly unconscious, but Caretaker knows they still have some alertness because they squeeze Caretaker’s hand reallytightly.
- Whumpee wishing they could pass out completely because the pain is too much for them.
And two more (reference to noncon drugging and nonsexual noncon touching):
- Whumper has drugged Whumpee into a hazy state. When Whumpee gets rescued, they’re terrified Caretaker thinks they’re drunk or deliberately intoxicated.
- Creepy Whumper doing something intimate like stroking Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee is either frightened but unable to pull themselves away, or not conscious enough to really be scared or know who’s touching them.
Some of my favorite magic side effects:
-Nosebleeds. Never gets old.
-Coughing up blood. The good ol’ “cough into your hand and pull it back to see blood” also never gets old.
-Headaches. You keep fighting as your head pounds, desperately telling you to take a break. At first they fade within minutes when you stop using magic, but overtime, they become chronic.
-Fatigue. After a big battle, you stand triumphant, and then just fall asleep on the spot.
-In a similar vein, overuse causing you to straight up faint rather than just fall asleep. Darkness begins to overtake your vision in the middle of battle, unconsciousness abruptly looming over you.
-Any of the side effects happening to another person. Maybe two close characters are connected, and whatever side effects character A would normally endure are transferred to character B. When A uses a blast of magic B screams loudly because holyshitthat hurt.
-Magic gradually deteriorating your mind. Using it too much eventually caused hallucinations and an inability to retain memories, or even larger scale memory loss.
Feel free to add more, I’m looking for some to steal
May be cliche but tonight I’m just going head empty no thoughts anyway when whumpee has a super high fever and the other character(s) need to get it down so they put whumpee in the bathtub and sponge cool water over them. And whumpee is too out of it to understand what’s going on so they just give little whimpers and moans of protest because ‘they’re already so cold why are they getting water poured on them?’ Bonus points if eventually they’re so exhausted and miserable that they just sort of lean into the touch whenever another character wipes their face. So yeah sponge baths.
whump dialog prompt list
1. “Can you hear me? Do you know what day it is? Your name?”
2. “I- I can’t see! I can’t see anything!”
3. “No! Don’t leave me here alone!”
4. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this…”
5. “Don’t worry, this will only hurt a little bit. Maybe.”
6. “No no no no no! I can’t be here! I need to go!”
7. “You promised me- you promised!”
8. “I can’t live without you…”
9. “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.”
10. “If we don’t go now, we are all going to die.”
11. “We can’t just leave them here, they’ll never get out on their own!”
12. “Throwing up is one of the symptoms.”
13. “You’re all that I have left!”
14. “I trusted you to keep them safe, and you couldn’t even do that?!”
15. “You know, it took me a long time to decide on food poisoning.”
16. “She’s going into shock-”
17. “He’s hemorrhaging!”
18. “Maybe the ghosts will take you away.”
19. “You can’t tell me you didn’t care! Not after everything!”
20. “Maybe this will keep that big mouth of yours shut.”
21. “You were severely dehydrated and malnourished.”
22. “Apply pressure, i’ll be back soon.”
23. “I promise.”
24. “And if something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it.”
25. “You were missing for days!”
26. “You shouldn’t go alone, remember last time?”
27. “He’s seizing!”
28. “You’ve been out for a few months…”
29. “Because I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt!”
30. “Just because I did it doesn’t mean you should too.”
31. “I told you I had a weak heart…”
32. “I have something I need to tell you, but, uh- maybe we should find a place a little more… Quiet.”
33. “Who are you again?”
34. “I thought you were smarter than that!”
35. “You really think that that is still an option?!”
36. “All we can do now is wait.”
37. “I wanted you to be better than me.”
38. “Couldn’t you do something?! We can’t just- just give up!”
39. “This is a matter of life and death, make the wrong move, the wrong choice, and they’re dead. You hear me?”
40. “It’s been 6 years!”
41. “Granted, this has never worked before, so really we’re just hanging onto hope with this one.”
42. “Go grab the first aid kit, and be quick!”
43. “Were did you get all these bruises from?”
44. “You’re just like your father!”
45. “If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.”
46. “I don’t think she has much longer, you should say your goodbyes while she’s still with us.”
47. “Before you go, I have a little something I would like to share with you!”
48. “Fight like you mean it!”
49. “You’re just some drunken bastard that can’t do anything right!”
50. “If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much…”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Whumpee jumped at the sound of Caretaker’s voice. They practically spun around and pressed themselves up against the front door, closing it again as they did so. “Uhm… I just- I wanted to go out for lunch with a friend… I haven’t seen them for a while and I-”
“I am the only friend you need, Whumpee.” Caretaker stepped forward and gently ran their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, pulling them close to their chest. Whumpee felt like they were suffocating, though they didn’t dare pull away. “Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you want to leave?”
“Y-you are good enough! I was only gonna be gone for an hour or two…”
Caretaker didn’t care. “Put the bag down,” they murmured, scratching the back of Whumpee’s head. “I can’t have you leaving this house, my dear. Someone might hurt you, and I can’t have that happening. How ‘bout we go watch a movie instead?”
Whumpee swallowed. They really wanted to see their friend. It had been over a year since Caretaker had let them have any sort of freedom.
However, after a moment, they slowly dropped their bag onto the wooden floor and sniffled, trembling hands reaching into their back pocket for their phone.
“I’ll tell my friend I won’t be coming…”
“Good.” As Caretaker pulled away, they snatched Whumpee’s outdated phone from them and slipped it into their own pocket. “I’ll be deleting every conversation and contact that isn’t to me. You can have it back when I’m done.”
Whumpee simply nodded, too embarrassed and upset to argue.
“What’s this?”
Whumpee could feel the heat rising to their cheeks as they held out their childhood stuffed animal towards Caretaker. Their shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug and they instinctively glanced down, not wanting to make any eye contact.
“Uhm… well, you told me you were having trouble sleeping, so I thought you might like to have her to cuddle with at night. She always makes me feel better, and I want you to feel better, too.” Their voice barely reached above a whisper, and it trembled with anxiety, yet it started to ease as soon as they noticed the giddy smile now on Caretaker’s face.
“You’re so cute,” they hummed, and as they gently took Whumpee’s favourite stuffed animal, they brought it into a hug to emphasise how grateful they were. “Thank you, my dear. Truly.”
Whumpee simply grinned right back at them, the blush on their cheeks never fading.
Warning: Wounds.
“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”
Warning: Captivity.
Whumpee sniffled, pressing their face into Caretaker’s shoulder as Whumper’s footsteps started to get louder. “They’re not gonna keep their promise,” they whispered shakily, squeezing their eyes shut with a muffled whimper. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?”
The lump in Caretaker’s throat thickened. “I- I don’t know,” they admitted, their voice cracking as they held Whumpee tighter with a tender kiss to their forehead. “I don’t know.”
Warning: Hospital settings.
“Please don’t,” Whumpee whimpered, clinging to Caretaker even tighter when they tried to let go. “Please don’t leave me. I- I don’t- please.”
Caretaker gently trailed their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, planting a soft kiss to their forehead. “I’m not leaving you, Whumpee. I just need to step out of the way so the nurses can help yo-”
“No!”
Warning: Non-consensual (non-sexual) touching.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Caretaker’s arms tightened around Whumpee’s waist and chest, preventing them from going anywhere as they kicked and sobbed. “I’m not letting go of you until you calm down.”
“Do- do you still love me? Please… I’m trying to be good…”
The Caretaker-turned-Whumper smiled, using their foot to push Whumpee back into their tiny box. “Oh, honey… absolutely not.”
Warning: Muzzled, conditioning.
“Whumpee, please,” Caretaker begged, watching as Whumpee pushed themselves further back into their little cage, muzzle tight over their mouth. “It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to take your muzzle off.”
Whumpee whimpered, their entire body trembling as they shied away from Caretaker’s gentle touch. “I need it. ’m dangerous.”
This was not their Whumpee speaking. This was years of Whumper’s conditioning, and it shattered Caretaker that they truly believed they were dangerous.
Concept: Whumper gifts a tiny Whumpee to their main whumpee as some sort of pet to look after.
- Tiny Whumpee hiding inside Whumpee’s clothes when Whumper’s around.
- Whumpee giving the best bits of every meal to Tiny Whumpee, and stealing snacks from the pantry to give to them whenever they can.
- Whumpee doing whatever they can to give Tiny Whumpee comfort, even if it means sacrificing their own.
- Whumpee hiding Tiny Whumpee somewhere safe until they return from their time with Whumper.
- When Tiny Whumpee gets cold, Whumpee will wrap them up in whatever they can find, or cup them inside their hands.
- Tiny Whumpee hugging Whumpee’s finger when either of them are scared.
- Whenever Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper punishes them by hurting Tiny Whumpee instead.
- Whumpee sitting Tiny Whumpee on their shoulder or inside a pocket as they cook breakfast/lunch/dinner for Whumper.
- When they’re apart, Tiny Whumpee will sit and cry at the door until Whumpee returns.
- Whumpee letting Tiny Whumpee sleep inside their hand at night.
Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.
“You can’t leave me here like this!”
Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.
“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”
“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”
Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”
“Ihateyou!”
“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”
Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.
With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.
Warning: Self harm.
“Whumpee, please stop hurting yourself.”
Whumpee whimpered, trembling fingers yanking at their own hair as they rocked back and forth in their cell. In the small cell next to them, Caretaker sat leaning against the bars, reaching in as far as they could to comfort them with their touch.
“C-can’t… stop… ’m so scared.”
This or That - Whump Edition
ropes or chains | deprivation or overstimulation | Mental torture or physical torture | Beatings or whippings | whumpee turned caretaker or caretaker turned whumpee | hurt or comfort | Dehydration or starvation | defiant whumpee or obedient whumpee | muzzled or gagged | branding or collared | successful rescue or failed escape | vampire whump or fairy whump | hidden injury or known whumpee | blood or tears | non-con or torture | multiple whumpees or multiple whumpers | servant or pet | fangs or wings | tiny whump or giant whump | hypothermia or hyperthermia | sick or injured
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A DIY bit gag whumper made themselves by drilling into a long razor blade and connecting leather straps to it, or a bit gag with a razor blade embedded into the side that goes into whumpee’s mouth.
Every time whumpee tries to speak it cuts into their tongue or lips.
Whenever they misbehave, they tighten the gag and it cuts into the corners of their mouth further and further
@painsandconfusion@shywhumpauthor@whumpasaurus101@wormwriting
hello knife enthusiasts
when whumpee is being choked, they might:
- scratch at the hand around their throat, dig their nails in until they leave marks
- be crying and choking at the same time, resulting in incoherent gagging
- have their eyes roll back in their head while losing consciousness
- go limp and collapse into whumper’s arms
when whumper is choking whumpee, they might:
- tease them for looking so pretty with a hand around their throat
- loosen their grip for a brief moment, just long enough to make whumpee think they’re done before they press harder
- claim that whumpee is enjoying this
- force them to beg for mercy even when they’re barely conscious
Mmmmmmmmm
