#Whumpuary

[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, ...)

[limeskye]

Good Will Hunting (1997)

[jax-interacts]

Painful, Disgusting Vulnerability

I wrote a Jax fanfic just a few days ago about him getting a migraine while working at Spudsy's then talking to Gangle for a while. I figured maybe it'd be good to share here :]

Wordcount: 1.3k

Content Warnings: Cursing. Descriptions of migraines, pain, nausea, and overstimulation. Heavily implied internalized ableism. If there are more, please let me know!

AO3 Link

Reblogs/comments/asks are appreciated!! I'm taking requests :333

Entire fic under cut :]

Why the fuck was this the adventure today.

Usually it wasn’t so bad, a breath of fresh air, a dim room, something manageable. But this? Jax wanted to scream.

His head throbbed within a rhythm that the fluorescent lights flickered with. He was legitimately going to kill Gangle later.

Granted, the lunch rush was over, that was nice at least. But it didn’t end the tightness in his jaw and neck as he forced his mind through every thought and consequential movement for that Spudsy Satisfaction Guarantee™

Whatever that meant anyway.

He finished serving a customer- one reused from a previous adventure, but he couldn’t care enough to catch the name as he closed his eyes tightly. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids and he took a full second before being able to open them again.

It was getting darker outside, maybe he could take a second out there to escape all of this. He settled on the idea too quickly for his liking as he squinted down the room and walked to the back entrance. He knocked into someone on the way there, forcing him to take another deep breath to erase the upcoming nausea and he stormed past without a second acknowledgement. There was something said to him, either from Pomni or Gangle, he didn’t quite notice, but either way, it certainly wasn’t important enough. 

The moment he stepped outside and closed the door wasn’t pure relief, but it was close enough to it. He roughly moved himself onto the ground, stumbling partially on his way.

Why- why did they have to do an adventure like this? 

He shakily exhaled and clutched his temple. Maybe the walk-in freezer would be better, something cold to put on his forehead, but he mentally rejected the idea since it would involve stepping back into the chaos another time, even if just for a brief moment.

He considered his options carefully. Okay well maybe not carefully, but he spent a while considering the pros and cons. He started barely uncurling himself from his spot on the dirty pavement when the door suddenly slammed open.

Instinctively, he covered his ears and closed his eyes, unable to rise over the surge of pain. He took a few sharp inhales before he felt a presence on his shoulder and he quickly moved away with a small whimper. He looked at the direction and- Gangle.

He shivered, maybe from the cold breeze, and put his hands over his eyes, “What do you want, Ribbons?”

Gangle’s chipper voice felt like silverware on porcelain, “That’s no way to talk to a manager, and this certainly isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing! Didn’t I tell you to-”

“I don’t care what you told me to do. Not right now," Jax's voice quivered just a small amount. He couldn’t stop himself from talking, “Not right now, I- I need a minute. I need two at least.”

Gangle tilted her head but Jax didn’t look over at all, “You’ve already taken well over the allowed amount of break time for today. Do I need to give you some more training so you’ll-”

“Shut up, Gangle!” He looked at her for the first time during that conversation. Gangle’s face shifted as it typically did, a bit sad and almost wincing. She blurred in his vision as water rose- nope, he was crying. Dammit, he couldn’t do this in front of her. Kinger, Pomni- practically anyone except the one actually in charge for once, getting a high from the control she suddenly possessed. 

He quickly looked away and put his hands over his eyes. Aside from hiding the tears better, it built some nice pressure and hid the light further. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

His anxiety struggled to build some kind of witty insult before Gangle hesitantly spoke, her voice much softer, “Jax… are you okay?”

“Peachy.”

“No, I-” Gangle sighed. The two were never close, how could they be? The only thing they had in common was the hell they were in, but even in that moment, it wasn’t truly shared. “I can leave if you want me to. I’ll take over your role for a bit.”

Jax looked at Gangle, forgetting the embarrassment just for a moment. The tears still remained in his eyes but didn’t quite overflow. He opened his mouth to speak only to exhale, finally pushing the water over the edge. He wiped them away without as much concern, no one would believe Gangle if she told the others, right?

“Um…” Jax awkwardly felt his mind blank, almost as if all the potential words he could use were floating infinitely in front of him, unable to be obtained. “I got a question actually.”

Gangle perked right up into her upbeat voice, “Go right ahead!” Jax’s flinch went well-acknowledged as she followed up in a conversational whisper, “I’m all ears.” She took a small step and sat down next to Jax, trying to clean the ground a bit before sitting. 

“Y’know the training you sent me to?” His mouth was dry upon the memory but he persisted with Gangle’s nod, “How does that work? Do you decide like…” 

Gangle continued after a moment, “Well I’m not sure what exactly you went through in there, but I mostly thought about you watching training videos, like on an old VCR. The kind-” she chuckled, “The kind I watched when I trained for my old job.”

Jax nodded to himself and remained quiet. “What about the darkness there?”

“Darkness?”

“Yeah, it was-” This was stupid, he already got a breath of fresh air, next time his pain surged he should just go to the supply closet and lock it behind him. Screw talking about it. “Never mind, forget it. I can work just fine.” He started getting up but his body naturally slowed him down with an even worse pain spike as he groaned and clutched his head. He felt her gaze pierce through his body, taking in the savory details. He excused himself in a rough voice, “I’m fine, really.”

“No no, Jax, rest for a moment.” She hovered near his body, encouraging him to sit without inherently making contact. He got the message whether he wanted to or not and curled himself into a ball. He forgot she was next to him until about a minute later. “To answer your question, I guess I did imagine darkness. The few days I trained, the lights were out, so it was just me and the old-fashioned mini-TV.”

She waited a moment before continuing, “I could try to send you there. With um. The darkness? Just that or would you want the videos too?”

“Just the darkness. No sound, I-” He looked at her, though not by much, still trying to shield any of the nearby light. “Why are you helping me? I…” He flashed through his memories, piece by piece of every interaction they’ve had, “If I was in your spot, I’d make my life hell.” He pushed out a constrained laugh, “It wouldn’t be that hard to do that.”

Gangle frowned. “This is different.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” They both waited a while. “I’m not angry at you.”

“You aren’t?” 

“Not at all.” She laughed sadly, “Maybe I should be. But… I’m not.”

Jax hated how he felt like a broken record, looping on ideas in the same way the pain rotated around, playing with his mind like silly putty. “You should be. Really, Gangle.” His voice became small. “This is probably your one and only shot.”

Gangle sighed softly with a smile, “And I’m okay with it going to waste. I’ll figure something else out if I ever wanted to ‘get back’ at you.”

His mind ran with a million questions, but he felt too exhausted to push any out, so he just numbly nodded instead. Gangle stood up, and there was a panged realization within Jax that maybe she wasn’t going to help at all and it was all a plan to humiliate him at his worst and send him right back to work when he finally expects relief. But all he really got was a succinct, “Goodbye Jax. I hope the ‘training’ helps.”

And he was gone. And it was dark. And he felt his body collapse beneath him yet the ground was soft and expecting his arrival.

[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😇😅

[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.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@pepeniascat

[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.

[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.

[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."

[ducksbellorum]

whumpuary day 30

i spent way too long on this trying to figure out something that wasn't completely unhinged for the right side like this isn't the unhinged challenge

[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

[melpomenelamusa]

Whumpuary 2025 - Day 14

What´s your favorite character dynamic?

I'm a huge fan of found family relationships, it melts my heart. I love when the whumpee is a super adorable and innocent character and caretaker is much more bitter, but their constant coexistence with whumpee makes their kind side slowly come out. I also like whumpers who have some additional power connection towards whumpee, especially when it comes to manipulative whumpers, whether they are a toxic parent, an evil boss, an owner, etc. Whumpees bonding through trauma!!! Whether they end up becoming friends or a couple, both options seem great to me.

[tabbytabbytabby]

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

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumpuary No.10

Write your own whump prompt

Cartaker’s phone rang in Whumpee’s hand. Whumpee glanced at Friend, eyes hard. They answered the phone.

“Hello Whumpee, you meddlesome little beast. I trust Friend is with you?” The voice sent ice through Whumpee’s veins.

Whumpee glanced at Friend who gave a stiff nod of their head. “Yeah… we’re together.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. Well, I have a friend here too… would you like to say Hello?” Hero’s heart thundered in their chest.

“Whumpee! Don’t do anything that basta—” Caretaker was cut off by a sharp oomf from their own lips. Whumpee squeezed the phone in their hand until their knuckles turned white.

“Don’t fucking touch them.”

“I won’t, Whumpy. So how about you come here and trade places with Caretaker, hmm? I’ll give you five minutes and you can call back with your answer.”

Before Whumpee could reply the line went dead.

[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."

[whumpcave]

Whumpuary 2025

9) Gunpoint

Caretaker was on their way home, it was almost midnight and the rescue search for whumpee led them nowhere. It was starting to feel helpless, it had been a week since whumpee went missing, and the townspeople were losing faith. Everytime it felt like they were getting closer it was just another dead end.

Caretaker remembered whumpee's laugh; the way their eyes creased, the fact that their smile was lopsided due to crooked teeth, the way their joy radiated. Well now, their joy had been taken.

Whumpee could be anywhere, they could be dead for fuck's sake.

Caretaker inhaled shakily, stopping to collect themselves. Just calm down,close your eyes, name 5 things you can hear. A car driving, distant chatting, the rain pattering down, footsteps, a gun cocking-

Before caretaker could register they were pushed into the nearby alleyway and pinned to the wall, a gun was held in front of their face.

"Wha-"

"You're the one who's been searching for whumpee, caretaker is it?

"What do you- who are you?" Caretaker stared at the man before them; he wore both a mask and a hood, concealing their identity.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I have whumpee, and if you want to keep them alive then you should stop searching for them."

"You have whumpee?" Where?!"

The man scoffed, tilting their gun. "Do you think you're in any position to ask questions?"

Caretaker swallowed, backing themselves further into the wall, wishing they could fall into it.

"Whumpee is alive, and if you want to keep it that way then stop trying to interfere."

"No! I- why do you have whumpee? What do you- ack!"

The gun was shoved into caretaker's mouth, causing them to gag around it, tears threatened to spill.

"If you refuse to stop you're incessant searching then I'll mail their head to your door, would you prefer that?!"

Caretaker shut their eyes, struggling to shake their head. The man laughed, before pulling back the gun and letting go. A sob shook through caretaker, just as they were about to look up at their attacker, the gun came crashing into their head. They fell over, out cold in the rain.

[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.”