#Whumpuary

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumpuary No. 4

What are your favourite whump tropes?

My favourite whump tropes are, in no particular order, and with examples:

LADY. WHUMP. Lady whump. Lady whump. Female whumpees being beaten, bruised and bloody, kicked until they crumble and when Whumper turns, thinking she’s beaten, she raises her head and says: “is that all you got? And I thought you were meant to be scary?” *spits blood* heheheheh FEMALE WHUMPEES GETTING THE SHIT BEAT OUTTA THEM LETS GOOOOOOO

TERRIFYING WHUMPERS!!!! Like makes YOUR (the readers) BLOOD GO COLD KINDA FEAR — where you don’t want to breathe in case the Whumper hurts your fave whumpee more (every @/whumblr villain ever btw)

Polite whumpers who are arseholes and sadists.

Proud, royal, high class whumpees made to beg publicly, yum yum yum, humiliation whump!!!!

WAIT NVM, DEFIANT WHUMPEES ARE MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE WHUMP TROPE!!!! To all my babies who don’t know how to shut up, I too, am dumb like you amen.

Strong whumpers who can physically overwhelm whumpee… but pay someone else to do it, inject that into my veins pleassseee

Found family — ah my beloved, this trope has followed me from my golden years, the beloved fandom days of past… how beautiful and heart wrenching a trope (10/10) [A benignant mischief, my boyyyysss😩]

Fucked up families — OH EVEN BETTER MY FAVE UPON A FAVE!!!! I love fucked up found family, god damn, it has all the whump of found family, WITH EXTRA WHUMP OF FUCKED UP/FORCED FAMILY I GO FERAL FOR IT *CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP* [Intoxicating fear, Partners in Crime, Immortal Hunter]

Love a good kidnapping — just that, a good, captured whumpee in a cell, bleeding or bloody or both and forced to face the consequences of their actions 😌

Forced to kneel

Forced to comply with whumper’s commands (when a loved one is threatened) ((extra points for a team))

TEAM WHUMP OMG!!!! With a stoic leader and a soft whumpee like a cinnamon roll that Whumper tears apart in front of everyone

VAMPIRE WHUMP!!!! SAY IT WITH ME, VAMPIRE WHUMP!!!! Vampire whumpers, vampire whumpees, vampire caretakers, vampire hunter whumpers, vampire hunter whumpees, HUMANS USED AS BLOODBAGS, UNDERGROUND GANGLAND VAMPIRES AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH——

Love a good knife/carving/branding moment, I love when whumper’s name is carved into whumpee’s skin and left to scar so it stays on their body permanently

SUICIDAL HEROES!!!!! SUICIDAL WHUMPEES, I just want to give them a billion hugs and tell them it’ll be okay, I have a soft spot for them

Uncaring caretakers!!!! Caretakers who are there because actual caretaker paid them to rescue whumpee, who is just there for the job that is getting Whumpee back to Caretaker and not for any love/help/comfort, which of course MUST happen and they warm up to Whumpee despite their hard heart awwww

Uhhhhhh i think, NOPE, psychotic whumpers are my babes, no further questions…

There are more but I can’t really think anymore😇😅

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary 2025!

(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)

these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts

i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things

i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!

go here for info/rules/tagging go here for faqs

(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)

text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut

(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)

Whumpuary 2025

a whump-themed multi media creation event for january

create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary

main prompts

1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt" 2. how did you find the whump community? 3. choice | storm | black eye 4. what are your favorite whump tropes? 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!) 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 8. what media genre do you like whump in? 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 10. write your own whump prompt 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 12. create something in a new/less familiar medium 13. close call | sleep | choking 14. what's your favorite character dynamic? 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...) 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 20. send a nice message to someone in the community 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 24. what do you take inspiration in? 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 26. draw/doodle something whumpy 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion 30. make a whump meme 31. say something nice about your own work

alt prompts

hiding impaled "i'm fine" rain betrayal hair pulling darkness falling (added later, not in the image: "do it")

rules & info

-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...) -prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy) -create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge -if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want -community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable) -use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly -#whumpuary2025 -#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s)) -#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using) -any trigger/content warning tags -any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)

[whumpcave]

Whumpuary 2025

1)"This will hurt"

Cw: Blood, wounds

Whumpee was still, they had stopped breathing, they were purely focused on the gentle touch of caretaker's hand. They weren't used to the softness, used to being touched without aggression. Caretaker's hand hovered over the wound.

"Okay, o-okay, I'm gonna apply some pressure to stop the bleeding, alright? Remember to keep breathing for me whumpee." Whumpee inhaled, shuddering, wide eyed. "Alright, I'm going to press down now, this will hurt."

Whumpee braced, biting their lip. The pain came in a wave, spreading across their whole arm. Blood oozed out, wasn't it meant to stop?

Whumpee started panicking, the blood was too much, everything was too much.

"Stop it! Please! Make it- make it stop!" Whumpee hiccuped, tears spilling.

"Shhhh- Shhh, please whumpee. I know, I know- I'm so so sorry."

Before long the bleeding stopped, whumpee was still shaking, their face wet.

"You're doing so well for me whumpee, I'm just going to clean it with some water. Just a little longer, okay?" Caretaker's voice was shaky, laced with nerves.

Whumpee nodded, licking their now bleeding lip.

Caretaker wiped at the wound with a damp cloth, it stung, but it was bearable. When caretaker was done they covered it with a bandage. It was finally over.

Caretaker kissed whumpee on the forehead, their eyes were wet, they smiled. "There we go whumpee. It's done."

Caretaker was always so gentle, whumpee hiccuped.

They were safe now.

[serickswrites]

"I'm Fine."

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Caretaker quickly made their way through the abandoned warehouse. Whumper had said that they taken Whumpee here. That they tortured Whumpee here. And that they left Whumpee to die here.

Caretaker prayed they weren't too late.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called, hoping beyond hope that Whumpee could hear them. No sound came. "Come on, Whumpee. I'm here. I'm here. Please, say something."

Caretaker rounded the corner and gave a gasp. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee was slumped over in the chair they were bound to. Blood coated their shirt, parts of the chair, and had dripped onto the floor in places. Whumpee moaned at the sound of Caretaker rushing forward.

"Whumpee! Say something. Talk to me, Whumpee."

"Caretakerrrr," Whumpee croaked. They lifted their head weakly and blinked up at Caretaker. Their face was swollen and bruised, blood dripping in a steady stream from their nose. "'m finnnnnne."

"You are definitely not fine. But I'm here. I've got you. Let's get you out of here."

Whumpee nodded and let their head drop. "'ump'r?"

"Handled." Caretaker quickly began to saw through the thick coils of rope at Whumpee's ankles. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, Whumpee."

"'s'kay," Whumpee's voice was barely audible.

Caretaker looked up at Whumpee. Whumpee's face was ghostly pale, and they blinked slowly, their eyes beginning to roll back as they stared down at Caretaker. "None of that, Whumpee," Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek as they rose up and began to saw at the ropes on Whumpee's wrists. "None of that. You stay awake and with me, you here? Whumpee!"

"'m 'wakkkkke," Whumpee hissed as they gritted their teeth, fighting unconsciousness. "So.....so tireddddd."

"I know you are, Whumpee. But you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake until I can get you to help. Ok?"

Whumpee nodded, as they swallowed hard. "Stay'ng."

[whumperwithwings]

Whumpuary 2025 Day 1

Day 1: Sacrifice, Headache, "This will hurt"

Whumpee heard the door open, but couldn't see who enter through their closed eyelids. Still, the noise pierced their brain with a shock of pain, which they tried their hardest to ignore as the person began to softly speak in the darkness of their room.

"Hey, Whumpee, are you doing better then this morning? I got some food on the way here, if you are. I can put it in the fridge, of course, I don't mean to pressure you. Just wondering." Caretaker sat down on the bed in front of Whumpee, and Whumpee could hear them putting the food down on the bedside table as they tentatively opened their eyes to look up at their concerned face, feeling another pang of pain in their brain.

"I'm doing alright, but it's not that great. Sorry for making you get food for me." Whumpee's voice sounded weak as they tried to avoid large amounts of effort, the pain still strong despite their words to the contrary.

Caretaker's voice sounded concerned and slightly exasperated as they turned to look at Whumpee and replied. "Don't apologize, Whumpee. I'm perfectly fine doing stuff for you, you know. If only you could accept that."

[tabbytabbytabby]

A Steddie aesthetic for @whumpuary No.6: Exhaustion / old injuries

[tearyeyedboys]

Whumpuary Day 3 - Choice

Food issues, conditioned whumpee

Caretaker frowned. “Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?”

Whumpee didn’t respond. They stayed unnervingly silent, their head lowered.

Want?

Whumpee didn’t want.

Caretaker grabbed a bowl and filled it with soup, glancing over at Whumpee’s bowed head. The microwave hummed softly in the background. After a long, awkward moment, it beeped. Caretaker carried the bowl to the table, their movements slow.

“Whumpee… There’s more soup. I could heat some up for you, if you’d like… or you could pick something else…” 

Whumpee hunched down further, making themselves smaller. Caretaker trailed off, unsure of how to continue, not wanting to push too hard on the subject of food.

Whumpee tried not to look at Caretaker, trying not to watch them eat. They tried not to smell the rich, savory broth—still warm from the microwave, the scent of chicken and herbs drifting through the air. They tried not to think about how good it would taste, how their empty stomach clenched with hunger.

But they were Whumpee. They didn’t get to choose.

They didn’t get a say.

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 21: “Just Get It Over With”

TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 

@whumpuary

“Whumpee,” Whumper scolded softly. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me, didn’t I?” In spite of the softness in his voice, his expression was grave. 

“Yeah…” Whumpee grimaced, turning their gaze elsewhere. 

“And what did you do Whumpee?” 

“I…disobeyed you.” They lowered their head. They didn’t know if it was in shame or to avoid eye contact even more. Regardless, they kept their gaze to the floor. They did not want this. They felt they had enough scars and cuts and bruises. 

“And do you know what that means?” 

“I get punished…” 

“Punished for what?” 

“For disobeying you…” 

Whumper hummed, the slightest smile on his face. “It’s good you’re aware.” He pulled out his knife and stepped closer when Whumpee tightly shut their eyes, hissing. 

“Just get it over with.” 

With raised brows, Whumper leaned away. “What was that?” 

Whumpee quickly opened their eyes as panic rose in their chest. “I-I said I–” 

“You want to just get it over with?” 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I said! I said–” 

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.” Whumper nodded even as Whumpee shook their head. “Yes, yes.” They smiled more visibly as it turned into a wicked smirk. “I’ll go as slow as I possibly can.”

[its-my-whump]

Whumpuary2024

Jan 17-18

"Make it stop"

@whumpuary

"Please, m...k it...ssst...oppp."

Whumpee could hardly breathe. He was sitting pressed into the tiny spot between the couch and the wall, shivering like a leaf. His left knee bend, his arms wrapped around, burrying his head as deep as possible behind it. His right leg, spread out, stiff as it was. His tight jumping up and down on the floor in little frantic motions. Only his muscles reacting to the stress in his system, his leg would hardly move on its own in any other situation.

Little sobs slipped through, muffed from his own body shielding him from the world. There was the desperate try to surpress his whimpers.

Caretaker had left him for only 20 minutes, he needed to get some groceries. Whumpee had been asleep. Finally.

He had been looking dead tired again, for almost a week by now. But finally his body yielded, at least for a short while.

The blanket was on the floor. It was crumpled, the all so clear sign of whumpees struggle with himself, when his flasbacks, nightmares or just memories caught up to him.

Caretaker approached only slowly, he bend down without any hectic and stayed on his hunches, when his hand went for the blanket.

He knew better, than to touch whumpee in this fragil state.

Very gently he lowered the blanket onto his leg, so if whumpee couldn't take it, any slight motion would show Caretaker to stop what he was doing.

It was okay.

Strainful, whumpee pulled his arms from his head, as if they weight a ton.

He entangled them, but his hands stayed at the top of his head, when he looked up frightened. His eyes were bloodshot, red and puffy. It seemed the weight of the world was leaking out of them.

Whumpees face was locked in a pale expressionless mask. It was even more shocking, as the times everything in his mimik derailed, when he usually fell apart.

Big tears had trailed down his cheeks, but his expression almost seemed like the one of a ghost. He had seen too much, he had to endure too much, he had survived too much for his age.

His eyes pierced through Caretaker, as his fingers turned white, while he pressed them against his own skulp.

"Make it stop." Whumpees voice was cold, but slightly shaking. It was a plea, more than an accusation, but it was bloodcurling even more so.

My masterlist

[fourwingedwriter]

Whumpuary Day 3

AN: I've ruined my platform over the last three months or so, so I'm just gonna leave this here

Prompt: black eye

@whumpuary

CWs: bruising, passing out

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Whumpee cleared the snow off their boots, making sure to do it quietly so she wouldn't wake up Caretaker. Pulling up her hood to hide the black eye, silently hoping she could get in undetected, Whumpee opened the door, cringing from how loud the squealing of the hinges was.

"Whumpee." Caretaker stood with their arms crossed, giving Whumpee an unimpressed look.

She looked down hastily and held her hood in front of her face, letting the door swing shut behind her, "I- I uh- Hi Caretaker. Good morning."

Caretaker strode forward and took a hold of her wrist, pulling it away and forcing Whumpee to look up at them. They inspected the purple and black bruising, gently touching the area it covered.

"Who the hell did this." It was less of a question and more of a command.

Whumpee stepped back, eyes wide and breath quickening, "It's not a big deal, really. I'm fine."

Caretaker pulled up the sleeve of Whumpee's hoodie, revealing more bruising, "Whumpee."

Tears welled in her eyes, "I- I don't know. I don't know who it is. I dont know why. I don't know Caretaker. I don't-" her eyes widened before her knees buckled.

"Whoa there-" they caught her, "Whumpee?" Caretaker watched in horror as blood trickled from her lips, "Shit-"

"Sorry" Whumpee mumbled weakly, clutching Caretaker's shirt before passing out completely.

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumpuary No. 3

Choice // storm // black eye

Whumpee was an idiot. She was a stupid, dumb, idiot and now she was going to die and it was all her stupid fault. They warned against women on ships, they said it was bad luck, but did she listen? Hmm? Did she actually heed the warnings and ill omens?! No!

She dressed as a boy, cut her hair short, wrapped thick bandages to suppress her chest — not that she had a lot of ampleness to her bosom — but still! Maybe if she had more than an appropriate level of bosom, she wouldn’t have played with the boys when she was a child, and would have worn pretty dresses and not ripped and ruined them climbing trees, or chasing cats in the forest and her brain would never have been filled with the temptation of the sea and now she was—

A strong wave cut into the ship and she was flung starboard, her sea legs failing her while her brain turned over and over on itself again because… she swallowed as she pushed herself into a standing. All of these men, the brothers she had got to know while working as part of the crew, she doomed them all.

She doomed them all.

“Whumpee?” Whumpee’s head snapped in the direction of the door. She didn’t hear it open in the storm. Caretaker stood in the doorway, his crystal eyes wide as he took her in. She wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and let him hold her while she apologised for bringing this storm upon them. “Whumpee… what are you doing down here?”

“This storm,” Whumpee said with bright eyes and a startled gasp. “It’s—” she grabbed her chest, the bandages suddenly too tight as a searing ache cut through her chest. She longed to cut through the blasted things and breathe properly for the first — and possibly the last time. “Oh gods. I did this… I brought this storm upon us.”

“What’re you talking about?” Caretaker demanded. “Whumpee, no man can control the weather nor the seas.”

Oh, she wanted to reply, oh that was true. No man could influence anything on something as tumultuous as the sea except a woman with her iron will, and her wiles that the skies and storms like to punish for daring to venture too far away from the life of parasols and proposals.

“I did—” Whumpee said, her inhales becoming more frantic and then another jostle of the ship and she was thrown forwards this time. Caretaker caught her, hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her standing, shaking her slightly.

“Whumpee! Now is not the time to lose your steadfastness. Trust the captain, trust me, have we ever steered this ship wrong?”

Whumpee’s chest loosened slightly. “No,” she said, looking up at him from below the rim of her hat.

Caretaker beamed his handsome smile down at her that made her heart quicken for an entirely different reason than panic. Something sweeter, something her sister Anne talked about when she started to court her future husband.

“Keep your balance low in your hips, drop your weight to your feet. Keep your eyes steady on the horizon and we’ll survive this.”

“Yes sir,” Whumpee said with a smile and a salute.

“Good,” Caretaker beamed. “Now, Captain said we have to—”

“PIRATES!”

Their expressions wiped clean from their faces, mirroring the horror on the other’s face. Caretaker frowned. “Pirates in a storm… that… it doesn’t—” he trailed off and then his head snapped up, eyes focused on Whumpee’s. “The Black Dread.”

Whumpee lurched forward when Caretaker turned and bolted up the stairs to the deck. “The what?!” She cried after him. She only barely caught herself on the door frame when the next wave struck the hull but then she smelled the gunpowder in the air and she blanched. She sprinted up the stairs after Caretaker and onto the chaos of the surface.

Winds howled, pulling at her hat and clothes, carrying the screams and orders barked around the ship but Whumpee wasn’t looking for an order to follow she was searching the sea with her sharp gaze. She didn’t see any sign of pirates.

Her eyes found Caretaker’s distinctive first mate jacket and took off after him over the deck, ignoring the shouts from her fellow crew mates to help tie the sails and secure the masts and life lines. She didn’t have a life line, either did Caretaker.

She didn’t think as she raced after him, up to the quarterdeck. He was speaking frantically, gesturing to the captain who had taken control of the helm. Captain’s eyes widened at Caretaker’s words that Whumpee couldn’t hear. A bang to the stern and Whumpee whirled on her feet.

It was hard to see in the mist and the fog, but she could’ve sworn she saw a glimmer of clear weather behind them. In the opposite direction than what they were sailing.

She ran up to the helm and interrupted their conversation. “Captain! We have to turn around!”

Both men’s heads snapped down to Whumpee.

“Who do you think you are, boy?!” Captain gruffed. Caretaker caught Whumpee’s gaze over the Captain’s shoulder and shook his head in warning.

“Please, Cap’n. I saw a ray of sun towards the stern, sir. If we turn around now we can outrun the storm and not—” another blow jostled the ship, but it didn’t stop after the wave struck. The sound of screams and creaking wood behind her drew Whumpee’s gaze.

The main mast creaked and groaned, threatening to split in half and fall onto the deck. “CLEAR THE DECK!” Captain ordered frantically. “All hands to the quarterdeck now!”

“Captain, it’s the dread—”

“Aye, I know who the blasted devil is,” Captain snapped. His steel gaze found Whumpee’s. He started to furiously turn the ship around until they were 180 degrees and sailing with the wind. “But soiling our britches won’t solve any of our problems, Caretaker, will they?” He gruffed.

Caretaker nodded resolute, his eyes slid behind Whumpee, then to Whumpee directly before he took off. “Whumpee,” Caretaker commanded. “With me. We’ll loose the sails.”

“You better be right, Whumpee.” Captain said as they turned and disappeared down the stairs, running through the throng of sailors and crewmen who were ascending the stairs. “By the Gods, Whumpee” Captain grimaced. “You better be right.”

A strong hand, big enough to encase Whumpee’s upper arm stopped her in her tracks. Whumpee’s eyes went to the owner. It was Struman, her bunk mate, his eyes hard. “Where’re ya going? Cap’n said to—”

Caretaker was at the bottom of the stairs and climbing the ladders to the sails. “We have to unfurl the sails, we’re sailing out of this storm. Caretaker’s orders.”

Struman nodded stiffly. He released Whumpee’s arm and gestured for three other crew men to follow him while the rest retreated to safety. Whumpee ran to the main sail on the starboard side and began to climb. She was small, swift and agile, her hands already calloused before she joined the crew. She wasn’t like Anne or any of her sisters with soft, dainty hands. And it was a good thing in a storm like this, giving her grip so she didn’t blow away. Her masculine muscles keeping her strong and steady as she ran across the beam and began to unknot the ropes securing the sail.

Caretaker was crouched down opposite her. He flashed her a handsome, charming smile as his ropes came undone. The salt and sea spray mixed with the rain and the wind pulling at his shirt and hair made him look more attractive than Whumpee thought a man needed to look. Why couldn’t she be pretty like Anne? Would he smile at her like that if she would act like a good wife?

Oh blasted! That’s not what she should be thinking about at a time like this! Her hands worked quickly and the sail unfurled down, material rippling against the wind as it shucked down and immediately caught the wind. She glanced back at Caretaker and sighed a sigh that was stolen by the wind. It wasn’t her fault he consumed her thoughts like that, she thought looking at him, Caretaker looked like a God of the sea, with his tanned skin from so many days spent in the sun on the ship.

Another crack against the sky and Whumpee flinched. Caretaker ran by her. A hand brushed hers. “Come on! To the deck.”

She turned and followed him. She would follow him anywhere, she realised as the wind caught his shirt and sent it billowing. He turned and dropped to the first rung of the rope ladder and looked up at her, his smile golden and Whumpee melted a little.

Then his gorgeous eyes flashed with a horrible, terrible danger and he screamed her name, but Whumpee didn’t hear it over the crashing sound behind her. The crack ripped through the sky. The mast wobbled and she slipped on the wood. She screamed as the mast turned and toppled. She grabbed a rope but it slipped through her fingers and she cursed as she fell. A strong hand grabbed hers as her feet slipped from the wood and were falling with nothing below her but the sea.

She screamed as her wrist snapped against her arm and her descent was halted. Caretaker. He… Whumpee was swung into the rope ladder and she cried out, gasping as it stole the wind from her chest.

“Caretaker!” Captain? Whumpee couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the clouds that roared like an angered beast; over the sound of the crack of canons; over the rushing sound of blood in her ears. “THE LADDER!”

But it was too late. The mast dislodged. The rope attached and it was falling. Whumpee and Caretaker tried to hold on as much as possible, shifting, trying to get to the deck but the mast fell too far out and they were dangling above the sea.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker screamed as her grip faltered. “Whumpee! Let go!” He ordered.

Let go.

Let go.

Just… just let go.

Why wasn’t she letting go?

If she let go she would drop into the water. It was the most logical thing to do. She just had to let go. She wouldn’t even hurt breaking the film over the sea. She was in the perfect position of a solider dive so…. Why….

Her fingers wouldn’t release the rope.

She shook with the wind, no. She trembled with the paralytic fear that consumed her blood and turned her muscles rigid and heavy.

“I—” she stammered. Wet eyes met Caretaker’s gorgeous gleaming crystals. “I—” but she never finished her sentence. Another car tore through the sky and her grip faltered and she fell with a yelp. She didn’t know if Caretaker followed, but she only had a moment of a gasp in breath before she hit the icy waters below.

She opened her eyes but the waters were black and she kicked her legs on instinct more than anything else. She broke the surface with a gasp, her lungs screeching at her and grumbling as she gasped. But the salt water entered her mouth and she spit it out as the rocky tides overwhelmed her and she was submerged again.

Something above them. Another crack and Whumpee glanced up. The mast fell now, falling towards them and Whumpee didn’t think. Her body pushed against the water and she tried to clear the hulk of wood before it crashed into her.

Too slow.

Something hard and unrelenting caught her ankle and she heard a crack throughout her body and she gasped, swallowing lungfuls of water as she was dragged below the surface of the angry tides.

She yanked her ankle forward and screamed into the water as it caught on something. She turned and tried to quiet her mind, she could free it. She could free it. Her eyes found the rope ladder it was caught in like a fish in a net. She hooked her other foot to the rope and yanked herself closer, knees to her chest as she grabbed the injured foot and pulled it free from the rope.

She unhooked her other leg and pushed up, her lungs screaming for oxygen. She pumped her arms up, she could see the light, see the sun, feel its heat and she let out a startled yelp as she surfaced again. The waves pulled at her bad ankle and she winced as she kicked with her good leg to keep herself afloat.

But there was no sun… they were still in the storm… but the heat? Whumpee gulped as more debris fell around her. Burning debris.

“Caretaker! Caretaker!” She screamed. Her bright eyes searched the sea around her but it was no good in the fog and the darkness. A hand found her shoulder and she screamed and turned. And two eyes made of crystal found hers and she weeped. “Oh Caretaker… oh, thank the gods you’re okay.”

“Whumpee! Are you hurt? I was looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m— I—” I love you, she shouldn’t say. Even if they were about to die. Right? “My ankle,” she finished pathetically.

Caretaker nodded. He searched the tides with his calm, eagle eye. “There,” he said, and he put a hand around Whumpee’s arms. “Hook your hands around my shoulders,” he said.

Whumpee blushed at the command, but she obeyed, happy he couldn’t see what effect his words had on her. She clung to him, she could feel his defined muscles in his shoulders and back as she clung to him. “Okay. Hold on. Don’t let go! No matter what. That’s an order.”

“Yes sir!” She screamed against the tides. Caretaker started swimming, and Whumpee locked her fingers together in front of him as he pushed against the frigid waters. They would freeze if they stood still, Whumpee realised as the chill of the sea seized her burning leg.

They reached a floating piece of debris from the ship, Whumpee couldn’t really make out what it was from. Caretaker unhooked Whumpee’s arms from him and wrapped them over the debris that acted like a rafter.

“Okay,” Caretaker said. His lips were blue from the cold. “I need you to wait here and—”

But Whumpee didn’t hear the final command. Another bang and something fell and Caretaker screamed and then darkness.

*~*~*~*~*

Whumpee woke up bleary eyed, only vaguely aware that they were being dragged somewhere. They didn’t manage more than a groan and a whimper before they passed out again.

*~*~*~*~*

A splash of cold water jolted Whumpee awake. She gasped reflexively, eyes open and mouth gaping like a fish. She went to her side and hit something solid. Whumpee frowned at the boots in front of her. They were some fancy looking boots for her crew and her arms weren’t responding to her commands.

She was on deck. She knew that. The waves quietly tippling them along.

“Get them up,” a voice commanded. Whumpee’s eyes widened as hands were upon her and putting her on her knees again. She yelped as her weight was put on her broken ankle and shot up on her good leg.

The sound of a pistol being cocked froze her in place. “Stay down, shark bait.”

“Please…” she said, biting her lip to stop from crying out in front of unfriendly sailors. “I— I hurt my foot, I can’t put weight on it.”

“Whumpee…” Whumpee’s head shot up at the voice but she didn’t see Caretaker in front of her. No, instead she saw a woman in an exquisite purple captain’s jacket and tricorn hat with a long, inky black feather that gleamed in the sunlight.

The woman smiled down at Whumpee. She crouched so she was at Whumpee’s eye level. Her eyes were unlike any Whumpee had ever seen. They were as radiant as the woman herself, enthralling Whumpee and leaving her speechless, but she also reeked of danger and pain so Whumpee cowered away from her despite her alluring beauty.

“Whumpee?” The woman purred, a soft hand found Whumpee’s chin and pulled her back so there was little distance between them. Whumpee flinched at her name. “Is that your name, sweet thing?”

“Get off of him!” Caretaker said somewhere to Whumpee’s right. Whumpee jerked her head in his direction but it didn’t budge, the woman didn’t release Whumpee’s head enough for her to turn and see Caretaker… but he was alive… he was alive.

Her eyes glazed as that realisation set in and she had to keep the relieved smile off her face this close to this beautiful lady with such soft hands for pirate.

Oh…

Oh.

The relief was washed from her bones and replaced with cold quick dread that flushed her body and made her shiver. The grip on Whumpee’s chin tightened.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y—yes, yes ma’am.”

“Tch. Ya hear that lads?! This young pup called your Captain ma’am!” A chorus of jeers and Whumpee flinched, but the woman wouldn’t release Whumpee’s chin from her iron grip.

“I’m sorry, Ma— I mean… Captain. I really— I didn’t mean any offence, I—”

The woman placed a dainty finger on Whumpee’s lips which instantly silenced her. Whumpee trembled as she stared into the woman’s eyes like coals that burned as bright as her inky feather.

“Whumpee is your name?”

Whumpee blinked. “Yes,” she squeaked.

“Your real name, darling?”

Whumpee shivered. “Y-yes.”

“Get away from him! He’s just a ship hand—” a dull thud cut Caretaker off with his own groans of pain.

“Please—” Whumpee pleaded, trying to turn her head. “Please…” but she didn’t know what she was pleading for. For the woman to release her, or not tell this group of hostile, male dominated sailors that she wasn’t in fact a man. “Please,” she whimpered against the Captain’s finger.

The Captain’s lips were painted a glossy red, so bold for a lady to wear, but Whumpee got the distinct impression that the woman in front of her was anything but an ordinary lady.

The captain pursed her lips. She released Whumpee’s face and stood. “This one comes with me to my quarters,” she announced. Whumpee flinched. “Wha-what?!”

A chorus of raunchy voices cried out in disappointment and approval. “You know the best pick of them, Cap’n,” someone said as Whumpee was hauled to her feet. She cried out as she put weight on the bad leg and Caretaker called her name again.

“Oh, whoops. I forgot about your foot,” the captain said with a smile that could cut through the hide of a whale. Whumpee gulped. “First mate, darling, be a dear and carry my loot back to my quarters, I will be there in a moment.”

“Wait!” Whumpee cried. “Wait, please! We’re peaceful, we’ve surrendered!”

More scathing laughter that boiled Whumpee’s blood. “Please! Just bring us back to—” Whumpee’s head jolted to the side suddenly. A warmth bloomed on her cheek as she righted herself, eyes shining at the woman in front of her. Did she just slap her? Only her governess had ever slapped her before and that was when she was a girl.

“First of all, sweet thing,” the captain said, grabbing Whumpee’s chin again and tilting her head up to look the startling woman in the eye. “You didn’t surrender, you were overwhelmed and invaded and now you are prisoners and spoils of battle well fought.”

“We were a trading vess—” Another slap. Harder this time. Whumpee cried out. “Oh, I love it when they’re mouthy,” she purred, as she stepped closer and planted a kiss on Whumpee’s cheek she just struck. Twice.

Whumpee went colder than she thought possible.

“Let him go!” Caretaker screamed as Whumpee was picked up and thrown over a broad shoulder. She raised her head, her eyes briefly met Caretaker’s wide gaze as he was wrestled back into a kneeling position. The Captain stepped between Whumpee’s eyesight of Caretaker.

She started to struggle, but it was a vain, pathetic effort. With her hands tied behind her back she probably looked like a fish on a hook. “Don’t touch him! Get off him!” She screeched, but the First Mate took her further and further away until the deck disappeared altogether as she screamed. “Let go of me! Get off of me you brute!”

First Mate threw her to the ground as soon as they entered the captain’s quarters. Whumpee saw stars as pain shot from her ankle up her leg and she cried out.

“Oh, the captain’s gonna have fun with you,” First Mate told her in a gravelly voice. “So pretty, too. She likes pretty boys, you’re exactly her type.”

Whumpee scurried back on her hands and her good foot but the first mate followed her. “But she always tires of them after a while, and when she tires of you, gorgeous, I’ll be next in line.”

Whumpee couldn’t speak she was that scared. There was nothing in her brain, in her body, nothing except whimpers and screams and fear and SHIVERS. Why couldn’t she do anything except tremble like a frightened dog?! She was stronger than this!

“You wait right there, shark bait, the captain will be with you shortly.” The brute turned and grabbed the door. Before he left, he stopped and chuckled darkly. He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes half lidded and filled with something monstrous. “And when she’s through with you, you’ll wish you stayed with the sharks.”

With that the door slammed shut with a bang. Whumpee flinched. Then she waited and prayed that Caretaker was okay.

[holly-opal]

Whumpuary

Day 1: "This will hurt"

Huzzah! I'm here! And I'm doing my first ever whumpuary! I have a good feeling I will pull this off, and I can give you guys a sneak peek at my whump story featuring this little guy, Blue! I can't wait!

Here's the list for the whump list I'm working off of

Bye bye! See ya tomorrow!

[whumpuary]

Welcome to Whumpuary 2024!

Whumpuary is a whump themed mixed-media creation event/challenge taking place in January.

This year the prompts came together through a community submission form and then a poll, where I picked the 53 most voted prompts! There are 15 numbers with 3 prompts each, plus 8 alt prompts. The dates are just meant to be a general guideline for those who want/need some structure in a challenge (e.g post every other day), but you don't actually have to create/post on those dates. You can combine prompts any way you want or just pick one of each number, do every single one or even all of them combined into one big creation (or just use one single prompt. That's already an achievement!) If you don't like any prompts of a number you can also replace or combine them with an alt prompt. The main or alt prompts don't have to be done in order.

Go here for more information, rules and the tagging system Go here for FAQs

The inbox is open for any questions!

Text version of all the prompts is under the cut

Whumpuary 2024 Main Prompts 1. (Jan 01-02) Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed 2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking 3. (Jan 05-06) Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" 4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling 5. (Jan 09-10) Can't move / "Stay. Please" / Kidnapped 6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries 7. (Jan 13-14) "I didn't know where else to go" / Bruises / Drugged 8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" 9. (Jan 17-18) "Make it stop" / Restraints / Hair Grabbing 10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake 11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get is over with" / Memories 12. (Jan 23-24) "You're awake" / Rescue / Unfair Fight 13. (Jan 25-26) Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine" 14. (Jan 27-28) Flinching / Breakdown / Sleep Deprivation 15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved

Alt Prompts 1. Stabbed 2. "Let me see" 3. Recapture 4. Forced to watch 5. Headache 6. Gagged 7. "Do you trust me?" 8. Blood Loss

[serickswrites]

Black

Warnings: bruises, black eye, implied domestic violence

Caretaker waited for Whumpee in the coffee shop. Whumpee was late. They were never late. Caretaker checked their texts again to be sure Whumpee hadn't said anything. Sure enough, there were no new notifications.

Just as Caretaker was preparing to text Whumpee, the coffee shop door opened, bell tinkling. Caretaker looked up to see Whumpee hurry through the door. Whumpee was hunched low as they walked, each step slow and jerky. "Whumpee, is everything ok?"

Whumpee dropped into the chair across from Caretaker carefully without a sound. Their had was pulled low over their forehead, their head bowed. "'m fine," they said softly.

"Do you want any thing to drink? I haven't ordered anything yet, I was waiting for you."

Whumpee looked up, their pale face blanching. "You didn't have to wait. I'm so sorry. I just--"

"Whumpee, what the hell happened to your face?" Caretaker couldn't help but interrupt. Whumpee's right eye was swollen shut, the deep red bruising turning a deep, purple wine color. The bruises extended down their face and across the bridge of their nose.

"I slipped and hit my face on the door knob. I spilled my water last night and thought I could just walk through it instead of getting a towel to clean it up. It was silly of me." Whumpee's words were clear and certain, but Caretaker didn't believe them.

"Are you ok, should I take you to the hospital? Where was Whumper?"

"I don't need to go. I'm fine. Whumper was asleep. They got up and helped me. It's ok, Caretaker, really," Whumpee said hurriedly. "I'll get us both a tea, sound good?" Whumpee got up without waiting for an answer.

Caretaker didn't believe Whumpee. This wasn't the first time Whumpee had had a black eye in the last few months, but this was certainly the worst. Whumpee had been having many accidents in the last few months, blaming their clumsiness. In all the years Caretaker had known Whumpee, Whumpee had never been clumsy. Until they started dating Whumper. Caretaker tried to ignore the sinking feeling in their gut, but the evidence was clear. Whumpee was lying and Whumper had everything to do with it.

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[aplatypusshapedkite]

Whumpuary January 5: Do you trust me

Context/ Au under cut

Context 

This is for an Au made by me and @paradoxlemonade a long while ago. 

Red leader is not ‘our’ Tord, he's a clone that managed to escape during Spares. Tord left to go back to college but gets kidnaped by the clone to design weapons for the army. Clone! Tord was more than capable of doing it himself–getting the original was merely a time saver. During an attack by the Resistance he manages to escape unseen. He cuts and dyes his hair darker like he had during his early twenties in a gas station bathroom to avoid anyone looking at him too closely.

He finds his friends and tries to explain what happened.They have no reason to believe Tord. Tom does not believe him and openly despises him. Matt and Edd really want to believe him. Matt voices this, but Edd does not and cannot. He is the resistance leader. If he makes the wrong call, the results will be devastating and deadly. Tord tries to prove his story by helping with pointing weak points and creating counter measures. The resistance had bodies but not a lot of power or training. Tord can give them firepower which in turn buys them time.

Edd eventually plans a full-on assault on the Red Army’s main stronghold. Its risky but he’s out of time and soon resources. Tord knows that it will probably end the Resistance if this goes as planned. Tord comes up with a plan-Taking out the Red Leader. Any fingerprint scanners, password deduction, retinal scans—if Red Leader is in the system, then Tord can get in. Its a suicide mission but its the best chance they’ve got. No one trusts him enough for him to put his plan into motion, all except for Matt.

Matt is the only one who believes that he’s on their side and can get him the tools he needs. Matt also trust’s Tom and Edd’s judgment. He has to make a choice.

Matt arms Tord and breaks him out of the resistance compound, driving him to a drop location near the Red Army’s main stronghold. If Tord was telling the truth, he would drive away safely. If not, he will be dead before the sun sets.

He drives away safely. No turning back now.

Edd and Tom are pissed when Matts returns without Tord, but the plans for their assault on the compound are already in motion and they can’t afford infighting. If the mission succeeds, they will deal a heavy blow to the Red Army. If not, well, at least they won’t be alive to regret it.

They arrive to the base already in chaos. It’s still wasn’t an easy battle, but it’s a steamroll compared to previous fights. They breach the inner sanctum. They find two corpses–Red Leader and Tord. Tord gave his life to take him out. With the Red Army’s power so centralized, it struggles to regroup after this massive blow and is pushed back by the resistance before falling. They won. They know what it cost them.

[whumpcave]

Whumpuary 2025

4)Fav Whump tropes

I have so many, these are probably not all of them but yeah!

Captivity

Gags

Begging

Whumpee seen as a pet or dehumanisation

Branding/marking

Shock collars

Manhandling

Intimate/creepy whumper

Defiant whumpee

Having rules and punishments

Handcuffs

Whips

Blood

Blades

being forced to watch

This are all I can think of now :)