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Whumpers who use terms of endearment to make their words sound more threatening or possessive are my jam

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Knock knock

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content: recapture, invasion of privacy

Whumpee thought they’d gotten away. When they heard knocking on the door, growing more insistent as they made their way towards it, they didn’t think much of it. They didn’t take the chain off before they opened it a crack, their heart freezing in their chest at the sight.

“Wh-Whumper,” they stammered, too stunned to close the door before Whumper had already gotten a hand on it. The chain was pulled taut as they opened the door even more, their dark eyes boring into Whumpee.

There was blood on them. That was blood. Blood on their face. Whose blood was it?

“I would hate to break the chain,” they said calmly. “So why don’t you take it off for me?”

Whumpee swallowed hard. Would they be able to break the chain? Was that even— Was that feasible? The price of making an error in judgment would be catastrophic. They still had a chance to start off on the right foot, if they just obeyed.

“I’m g-going to call the police,” they said. Whumper cocked their head to the side.

“Are you?”

No. Whumpee would never put the officers in danger for their own selfish gain. Whumper knew that. They knew how little Whumpee valued themself.

“Please,” they whispered.

“I’m going to close the door now,” Whumper said. “Then I’m going to give you five seconds. The next time I open it—”

“Chain off. I— I understand.”

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What would Silas be like as a whumpee?

ooh good question i’ve thought about this before A LOT!!

in short, he would be EXTREMELY defiant. like the most defiant, feral, unhinged whumpee you could think of. he’d constantly berate, insult and threaten the whumper until he’d be made physically unable to. he’d bite and scratch, kick and scream, be as violent as he possibly could without holding back in the slightest. if he was restrained because of this, he would literally chew or rip his own arm off to get out of restraints, silver or not.

he’s not afraid of pain, at least not at first. pain, and an equal opponent, is something Silas rarely experiences. so he’d see this as an opportunity for a real exhilarating hunt. he’d welcome pain with open arms. being hurt is FUN to him, in a fucked up way. he knows he can’t actually die unless he’s staked in the heart or burned in the sun, so he’s not afraid of any other pain (at first. it’d get old fast). and like i said, he rarely gets opponents just as strong at him to even cause him pain, so this’ll be a thrilling change of pace.

he’d take amusement in what whumper is doing, the fact they even think they can keep him locked up and break him. he would try to instigate and provoke whumper to make them even more angry and frustrated with him, causing them to lash out more violently. he’d taunt them, tell them to keep hurting him and see what happens, tell them that they’re not even trying, that they can do better than that.

and he’d LAUGH. loud, manic, deranged giggling and maniacal laughter nonstop. he wouldn’t take this situation seriously at ALL, it’s incredibly amusing to him. the fact he’s at this point to begin with is because he ALLOWED it to happen (of course, this might not be true. but it’s what he believes or what he tries to convince whumper to believe). the fact whumper thinks they can do serious harm to Silas is laughable. he still thinks humans are beneath him and that he’ll overpower them and get out of this situation eventually. and when he does, oh, whumper will wished they never crossed paths in the first place. like i said, he’d shout threats nonstop, describing in detail all the horrible ways he’d torture and kill whumper once he gets free. and if he does get free, he WOULD act on his promise.

anyway, if he doesn’t get free, obviously he wouldn’t last like this forever. he’d eventually get tired of all this and try to escape, wanting to return to his normal life of tormenting weaker humans, and he’d have a lot of ways. he’d easily kill whumper if he could (maybe the reason why he didn’t before was because he wanted to ride this out and see how far he could push whumper into hurting him, see what he’d do). if not, he’d break his own body in ways he’d be able to escape whenever they locked him up. he’d just dig or claw his way out of the cage or cell, bend the bars, break the chains, whatever. he wouldn’t let himself get to the point where he was too weak to do that (assuming he’s being starved the whole time). if his restraints are made of silver, he might be more hesitant but he’d easily touch that with bare skin if it means getting free. if he’s out of his restraints, he can also just turn into a bat and escape through small spaces too.

if whumper actually locks him up to where there’s physically no possible chance of him ever escaping, then things will be different. i’m not really sure how long term captivity would go exactly, there’d be a lot of different things to take into consideration. but the thought of Silas being a broken and conditioned, quiet and compliant whumpee just doesn’t feel right to me. i think he’d just keep fighting until he’s broken in a different way. he’d literally just drive himself completely insane. i don’t know how to explain it but he’d be a demented, monstrous beast until the end. he’d lose all sense of his humanity. that IS if he wasn’t being drugged or anything else that could potentially change his behavior

i did this one rp on discord once with @loonybun (using tupper bots. it was not taken seriously at first but it got good at the end) where Silas gets taken down by a doctor whumper. it was great. he kept like poking the bear and encouraging Vian (evil doctor guy) to shoot him and see what happens. Vian keeps shooting at him and missing since Silas has inhuman speed and could easily dodge the bullets. whenever he did shoot him, even just slightly, Silas would smile all bloodily and laugh while continuing to taunt him. Vian eventually shoots him with a stronger weapon and Silas finally gets knocked down. Vian then injects him with something and during that whole ordeal, Silas is laughing maniacally and spitting out threat after threat before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

so if he were ever a lab whumpee and constantly kept in a drugged state, this would definitely affect the way he’d act. this is the same with mind control or anything else that can actually alter his behavior. but in general, Silas would always be pretty defiant until the end :)

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Box Boy Worldbuilding: Training

I had a request to put together the phrases I’ve mentioned Box Boys memorizing/being forced to memorize and training references from my fics! This won’t be an exhaustive list, I’ll be adding as I find/remember things I’ve mentioned. Feel free to message me any memorized phrases, training specifics, or anything else from other BBU fics I’ve missed or that appear in your own fics that I don’t use, and leave a username so I can properly tag!

As always, a disclaimer: The Box Boy concept belongs to @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and was popularized by a variety of bloggers including @shameless-whumper and more. Nothing listed here is set in stone. Your Box Boy and/or Box Babe stories belong to you! It’s a sandbox and you can build that castle anyway you want. 

Discard all of this or use any of it as you want or it fits your story. I’m just playing around with ideas, and people have asked me to kind of put some of this stuff together as reference material!

Memorized Phrases:

“You signed up for this.” - @shameless-whumper

“The owner is safe. You love the owner. You will do whatever the owner wants.”

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So you want to be a BBU writer...

Congratulations, you are one. The idea of the shared BBU multiverse is, that all takes at the core concepts are valid; there is no canon, and the same time, everything can be canon for your story!

Is there something everyone agrees on?

Probably not; but here are some things I consider widely accepted/canon:

- The setting is dystopian, somewhere between present and near future; in a society similar to ours but with (even) more power in the hands of corporations.

- In several countries, there is a "pet industry", a legalised concept of serfdom/ slavery that allows to own other humans as so called pets, (usually) in a household.

- The term "Pet" is more focused on the ownership and companionship aspects; in most BBU stories the pets are considered less than free people, but aren't actually treated like animals.

- The law states that these people have signed up voluntarily and have been compensated for it. Sometimes though, rich people or corporations go against the law.

- The whole process, from signing up to marketing and sales is in the hands of influential corporations

- Biggest of these, usually, is WRU; there is no canon on what the letters stand for. (It was a tumblr inside joke that makes absolutely no sense in-universe, but the acronym stuck). Some writers create other companies with different methods or focus.

- Pets are classified according to 'designations'; at the core there are Domestics (household chores), Platonics (companionship, nannies, caretakers...) and Romantics (different sort of companionship, including... bedroom chores), plus combinations. Guard Dog (protection) has made it into many stories as a fourth designation. This isn't the limit, though; there are also writers with Object designations, more involved 'service' concepts, 'Chewtoys' and several more.

- Pets are identified by number codes, usually six digits, every writer has a different system behind them. As an abbreviation, handlers tend to use the last three digits. This number is also tattooed on them as a bar code, often on the wrist.

- Somewhere during the training process, trainees are made to forget their entire past and also certain skill sets that pets aren't meant to have. Owners can specify certain things they want to be erased or remembered. Usually, this is handwaved by writers; there's advanced drugs and neurological stimulation involved. The process and the drug administered for the memory loss is often referred to as "The Drip".

- Often, Pets are made illiterate to make them more dependent on their owners

- Often, Pets are made to wear collars and consider these "safe". There's a lot of themes around "safety" taught to pets to keep them contained.

- There are standardised sets of numbered positions the trainees are taught; extra positions can be added on request

- There are also a lot of memorised rules and phrases from training the pets are made to repeat and will sometimes in their everyday life

- Training involves all sort of torture, mostly psychological, drugs, isolation, shock collars and shock batons and serious gaslighting

- Often, training facilities are described as uniform and white and designed like mazes; trainees at facilities wear a 'uniform' of a white shirt and black shorts

- Pets are usually terrified of the memories of their training; including especially "white rooms"

- The term "Respect" spoken by a person with authority will make the pet fall to their knees instantly and await further instruction

- Pets are shipped in a box, which is the idea that spawned the whole universe; usually in a human sized crate with some accessories added. They're also called boxies, box boys/box babes/... because of that.

- Unwanted or stubborn pets are sent back to WRU for "refurb", trained again and sold with big discounts; it's used as a threat and most pets are horribly afraid of this

- In the outside world, there are movements to help runaway pets or even fight the system overall; usually called "pet lib"

- Pet lib runs safehouses where they take in runaways and work on deconditioning

There are more posts like this out these, some more extensive, some very similar; a very good one here. This is the set of things I consider most basic for my own writing, at least.

I've reblogged some more posts and discussions on @bbu-on-the-side as well, so feel free to look around, use whatever you like, and discard the rest.

Also, new (and old) BBU writers always feel free to tag @bbu-on-the-side should you ever do an intro. I'll share them there.

*Edit- I've also started an archive on established tropes and the existing writing for it, here!

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can i request 🥰 post nightmare cuddles for antoni ?

Kauri's hand is already on his back when he shudders awake. Antoni's eyes open to the subtle shaded light in the dark of night - blue-tinged moonlight cutting through blinds.

His burns itch and sting, a phantom sensation that prickles up and down his spine. He groans, closing his eyes. "Kasha," He says, roughly. "You are awake?"

There's a pause. "Yeah," Kauri murmurs. He just rests his hand, so lightly. Antoni's muscles shift, tense. He wants the touch but his skin crawls. "Waiting for my 3 am pill to kick in. You were talking in your sleep. You okay?"

"No," Antoni whispers. "I was talking to you."

"About what?"

"You were dead. I was saying I am sorry-" His voice catches, his throat tries to close. "That I am sorry, but you could not hear me-"

Kauri's forehead is against his shoulder blades. He can smell him, a little, the mix of soap and the deeper scent of skin.

"I could hear you," Kauri says, voice low. Jake shifts on the other side of him, exhales deeply. Not quite awake. "I heard you, Ant."

"But if you had been gone-"

Kauri's voice has a soft smile. "I would still hear you."

He kisses the back of Antoni's neck.

"I can always hear you, both of you, no matter how far away I get."

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Whumptober Day 23: Exhaustion

CW: Abduction/kidnapping, sadistic/creepy whumper, manhandling, noncon touch (nonsexual), xenophobic language/name-calling, cigarette burn

“Wake up, Russki.” The words, spoken in a deep velvet rumble, slightly rough-edged with the last haziness of a night of restful sleep, are followed by a heavy-handed punch to Artyom’s ribs that brings him gasping back to panicked consciousness. 

Something snaps inside him, and he groans, closing his eyes tightly, fighting the new rush of hot tears that threaten. He can already feel the dried tracks of earlier tears, the way they move when he swallowed, works his jaw a little.  His mouth still tastes like metal, his tongue is heavy and dry behind his teeth. 

He had lain in terror as the van he’d been loaded into had driven away from the apartment, bound but not gagged - because, as the man who had taken him had said, I can kill you far faster than anyone will find you if you start screaming. 

At some point, the van had pulled over, but Artyom had seen nothing before bitter water was poured down his throat. He tried to spit it out, but he swallowed enough - because within minutes of the van moving again, he’d started to drift in a restless gray haze. Not sleep enough to be restful, not awake enough to understand what was happening at all.

The man had left Artyom, soaked from the water he’d tried to avoid drinking, and the van had started moving again, driven for hours through the night, and now it stopped again. Now the door opens.

Now… what?

“There we go, Russki. Up you get.” The man grabs him by the upper arm and pulls him from the van. He winces as his feet come down on gravel, sharp-edged pebbles and he stumbles on wobbly legs, knees threatening buckle and collapse. His head lolls to one side and he blinks in long, slow struggles to open his eyes again. Whatever it is, it’s still in his system.

The man’s hand grips tightly into Artyom’s thick dark hair, jerking his head back up, and his eyes struggle and fail to focus on the face of the man who has taken him. This is how Misha’s victims feel, he thinks, this is how their last moments go. But Misha never drugs them, ever, he never does, and is that better?

Or is it worse?

“My friend is already here, waiting on us. We shouldn’t be rude, boy.” The man pets heavily through his hair with that thick-fingered hand, and Artyom struggles weakly, thrashing, but he might as well be a kitten for all the good his struggles do.

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Tarot-Inspired Whump Prompts

I'm enthusiastic about both whump and tarot and those interests were bound to collide at some point. So I wrote a list of writing prompts inspired by the Major Arcana! Five prompts for each card, so there should be something for everyone. Enjoy!

(Also, if you happen to write anything based on any of these, feel free to tag me! I'd be honored to read it.)

The Fool: Accidental whump. Misplaced trust. Leap of faith. Taking a risk. Falling from a high place.

The Magician: Magical whump. Manipulation. Mind control. A charismatic and confident character. A table full of tools for inflicting pain.

The High Priestess: Keeping secrets. Blindfolded whumpee relying on their other senses. Guarding something or someone. Intuitively noticing when something or someone has changed. Cult setting/dynamics.

The Empress: Gilded cage. Lady whump (if you're into that). Comfort in material things. Gentle caretaker. Whumpee not used to experiencing abundance and safety.

The Emperor: Strict whumper and/or strict rules. Royal whump. Wartime. Stoic leader trying to remain calm for the sake of their team. High security.

The Hierophant: Religious whump. Institutionalized whump. Punished for questioning authority. Pressure to conform. Power leading to corruption.

The Lovers: Yandere whump. Sadistic choice. Forced to watch. Protectiveness. Multiple whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc.

The Chariot: Car crash. On the run. Kidnapped and forced into a vehicle. Lost and stranded. Unwanted and distressing thoughts.

Strength: Whumpee turned caretaker or whumper. Monster character. Patient caretaker. Animal attack. Emotional support animal.

The Hermit: Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Neglect. Feeling like an outcast. Going into hiding.

Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time.

Justice: Whumper being arrested. Detached/indifferent whumper or caretaker. Wrongful imprisonment. Privileges vs. punishments. Shutting off emotions so logic can take over.

The Hanged Man: Stress position. Caught in a net. Restrained and abandoned. Hanging. Standing cuffs.

Death: Grief. Recovery milestones. Immortal whumpee dying over and over. Left behind. Visiting a grave.

Temperance: Drugged whumpee. Personality changes due to trauma. Angel character. Poisoning. Mad scientist whumper.

The Devil: Demon character. Sadistic whumper. Addiction and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pet whump. Collared.

The Tower: Building collapse. Struck by lightning. Drastic change. A character being overpowered. Shocking revelation or betrayal.

The Star: Bathing (whether this is peaceful or whumpy is up to you). Drowning. Finally being able to rest. Anything having to do with recovery. Dehydration.

The Moon: Nightmares. Lost in the woods. Werewolf character. Illusions or hallucinations. Running on pure survival instinct.

The Sun: Sunburn. Public figure whumpee. Forced to perform. First time outside after being held captive. Heatstroke.

Judgement: Revenge. Sound torture. Deity character. Punishment. Resurrected from the dead.

The World: Endings (positive or negative). Breaking the cycle of abuse. Overwhelmed by choices. Regaining personal autonomy. Closure and acceptance (or lack thereof).

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Malicious compliance whumpee

When your feral and defiant whumpee wants to try something new for which they’re def gonna catch shit.

- Getting on their knees all the time when not needed and especially when Whumper requires them standing.

- Asking permission for everything. Pretty much stalling for time with every little thing.

- Finding every little loophole there is to exploit. Making Whumper spell out every little order and if it’s not specific enough finding a creative way to do the exact opposite.

- Insert some gaslighting. “Come on, man. What do you want from me here, you’re not making any sense.”

- While trying to contain a malicious grin.

- Or being silent and letting Whumper softly boil over at having to force them to answer. Every. Time.

- Will definitely make Whumper think twice about slipping in a purred command like ‘scream for me’.

- Combine all this with being in public:

“You wanted me to call you master.”

“Not now gdi!!!”

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As a prompt, I'm very partial to the enemy caretaker whump trope. So maybe something to do with that, could be like an army battlefield setting, or worse, a spy setting. Hell, maybe even a crack whump where it turns out its just a bunch of kids playing pretend on the playground. (damn i might use that actually too lol, but feel free if you want to take it).

Just anything where the whumpee was captured and needs medical attention and they're straight up confused why they're not being tortured or dead yet lol, and their fate is just so uncertain.

tw hospital setting, enemy caretaker

No one was hiding their hostility. Not like Whumpee had expected that, not at all. But they also didn't expect to be put on bed rest, given medicine, and get patched up. The contrast between the atmosphere and the care was stark and jarring. They couldn't help being on edge every moment of the day, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It actually made them feel absolutely disgusting to know that they had made the lives of people like them a living hell. People who were willing to put their feelings aside to care for someone injured.

"Medic?" they tried quietly, while Medic was changing their bandages. The use of their name made the other freeze up for a moment, then they pulled the gauze a little tighter, brows furrowing in barely repressed disdain.

"We're not on a first name basis," they said firmly. Whumpee quickly nodded, not wanting to upset the person who had saved their life.

"I'm sorry. D-doctor, then?" Oh, they hated how their voice shook. How they stammered like a nervous child. But they felt like it. They felt so small, so vulnerable, and they felt like everyone around them held power over their life to the point that they could be crushed at any second.

Medic nodded silently, seemingly placated by the show of respect and compliance. They weren't pulling on the bandages as hard now.

"I... I just wanted to... I wanted to thank you for– for all of this. I know I wouldn't be alive without... without your care."

"Leader's orders," they said curtly.

"I'm grateful to them too. And– and I'm also incredibly sorry."

Medic glanced up at them, a look of frustration crossing their face. They didn't say anything. Whumpee didn't say anything either. They wanted to ask what would happen to them once they were healthy, or why they were even bothering with all this... But they didn't. Whatever the team decided their fate would be, they would go along with it. They never wanted to cause any trouble for them again.

"You know, I don't think you understand the extent of the damage you have caused," Medic spoke up again. "I don't think you understand what horrible consequences your actions have had on real people."

They were right. Up until now, Whumpee had never even considered it. Never even saw them as actual people with lives of their own.

Medic let out a heavy sigh, their expression softening a little. "But I think you do now. And I think... I think if that realisation really makes you change... then I think you deserve to have a second chance. And from what I've seen since you've been here with us, and mostly with me, I think that might actually be the case."

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general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

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idk if hate or love you cuz we share 5 fav tropes but u dont fw 4 others of my favorite tropes so

uh

I'm not really sure what to say. It's just that I can't stand some tropes because they disturb or sometimes even trigger me to the point of feeling physically sick.

I'm not trying to spite anyone on purpose or force others to stop liking a trope. It's just me getting my boundaries straight and letting others know what they can and can't expect to see on my blog.

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🖤 Dehumanization Whump: Treating Whumpee Like a Monster 🖤

A lot of dehumanization whump relates to making whumpee act like a pet or an object. And that’s great! But you know what else isn’t human? Monsters. Here's some dehumanization that’s about treating whumpee as villainous, toxic, etc.

TW: gaslighting

Keeping whumpee in restraints not because they’ll run away, but because they’re “dangerous.”

Deliberately walking on eggshells around whumpee until whumpee gets annoyed and snaps - which just proves they’re dangerous.

Handling whumpee only with gloves.

“It doesn’t deserve kindness because it doesn’t even have a heart to receive it.”

“It can’t love.”

“Those aren’t real tears. It’s just trying to fool you - it’s not capable of sadness.”

Making whumpee sterilize things they’ve touched as if they’re diseased or poisonous.

Forcing whumpee to kill because “that’s in its nature.”

Refusing to accept whumpee’s apologies and pleas for mercy when they make a mistake, because “it’s not capable of real remorse.”

Dressing whumpee in armor or military uniform and refusing to let them be soft.

Warning any potential friends or allies away from whumpee to keep them isolated. “You don’t want to get too close. It’s scary.”

“Stop lying to me that you’re sorry. Liars are punished.”

Whumpee is punished until they “admit” that they enjoyed doing the bad thing.

Whumpee DOES want to do violent things, because they're lashing out at Whumper in revenge. This is treated as proof that they're bad.

“Who knows what you’re capable of?” And just listing vast amounts of horrific things whumpee will later be forced to do, in graphic detail.

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A whumpee that everyone tries to possess or control the second they realise what Whumpee is capable of

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Creepy Caretakers

Caretakers who manipulate Whumpee into staying put

Caretakers who don't mind crossing Whumpee's boundaries and disguise it as them just trying to help

Caretakers who use terms of endearment like 'my dear' and 'darling' excessively to the point where it starts getting uncomfortable

Caretakers who have a playful yet sadistic tendency to rile Whumpee up just for fun

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Hypocritical whumpers… need I say more??

…okay, fine. What about a Whumper who always gets upset over the littlest things, snapping over a loss in their favorite reality show. When Whumpee does the same… let’s just say the verbal dressing down they get about attitude is not pretty.

Or a Whumper who has a naturally upset/annoyed tone. God forbid that Whumpee does too, because that makes them defiant.

And so on.