#death of whumper

[whumperofworlds]

Let's Whump With Mama: a guide to children who grew up with parental whumpers.

Does your parent hold a bloodied and chained up guy in your home's basement? Does your parent come home later than expected covered in someone else's blood?

Well, you got a whumper as a parent!

Help your parent whump their prisoner. You can bring the torture tools to your parent, you could help heal up or bandage up the whumpee after a torture session, or even deliver food and water to the whumpee!

If your parent allows it, you can also join in on the fun! Whump your parent's whumpee, but not to the point of irreparable damage or death; your parent would undoubtedly be disappointed in you if that happens!

NEVER release the whumpee under any circumstances. Your parent will NOT be happy if they found out their prisoner escaped thanks to you!

(Feel free to add more!)

[it-is-whumptastic]

Whumpers saying "I'm sorry"

In a soft coo as a knife is dragged along whumpee’s skin, “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t want to hurt you, you know that but we can’t have you trying to escape, can we?”  

With mockery dripping from whumper’s tongue. “Aw, did that hurt? I’m sorry.” 

Staring into the eyes of whumpee after they successfully escape,  head slightly cocked. “I’m sorry but you were so very easy to hurt, how could I have ever passed that up?” 

“Oh I’m sorry.” Whumper tears out the knife from caregiver’s throat, blood painting over everything like the slow draw of shadows at dusk. “Was that your friend?” 

A hand clasping onto whumpee’s shoulder after they’ve been free for weeks, many months, hot breath tickling the side of their face “I’m sorry, I’m the last person you want to see, huh?” 

Whumpee blubbering apologies at whumper’s feet. Whumper kneels down, taking whumpee’s quivering face in their hands, ever so gently, cupping their cheeks. A smile that could have warmed even the coldest of hearts slid over their lips. “No, no. I’m sorry for thinking I could give you an inch of freedom. I should have known you couldn’t handle it.” 

“Oops, sorry. I meant to carve that into your right side. Guess we’ll have to just do it again, my mistake.” 

“I’m sorry? Do you think that’s good enough? A simple ‘I’m sorry’ after how bad you’ve been? How about you try again but at my feet this time?” 

[seth-whumps]

living weapon whump x immortal whumpee prompts (hear me out):

(tag me if you use one!!)

Whumpee can die, but will always come back to life. Training entails pushing them to death and beyond over and over, timing their revival, so in the field, even death won't end the mission

Their immortality is engineered, so Whumpee finds death excruciatingly painful--which makes a perfect threat to keep them in line

Instead of dying, they retreat to a form meant to heal them (an object, a deep sleep, a small animal). It takes time, and their form needs protecting. Handlers assigned to Whumpee find this state disgusting

Whumpee cannot be physically harmed. Mental and psychological torment molds them into the perfect bodyguard--they simply need to stand in front of their charge and take the hits. God forbid they're ever in the wrong spot

Whumpee is immortal to a point. They have a certain number of lives, or one Achilles heel. This is lorded over them as a threat, to ensure they perform perfectly or be put out of commission

When held by Heroes, torture does not phase them. Death, apparently, does. However, they deem Whumpee as not useful and kill them. Imagine the surprise when they gasp in a bloody breath not five minutes later

When rescued by Caretakers and team, the rehabilitation goes swimmingly until Whumpee makes a mistake and immediately offers the nearest weapon to Caretaker, asking them to make it quick

immortal living whumpee...........

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[holidayinhell]

“Fuck.”

Whumper’s hands trembled as he clutched Whumpee’s pale face in his hand. His skin was ice cold. 

Whumper pressed his mouth against Whumpee’s cold lips, delivering a powerful breath into Whumpee’s lungs. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but this is what they do on tv, right? He had to try something.

God damn it. He was just here, he was fine-- 

Pulling back, Whumper huffed, sputtering on huge mouthfuls of air. His eyes anxiously traced Whumpee’s white, sunken form for any sign of movement.

Open your eyes, just open your eyes…

“Hey, wake up….” Whumper’s fingers wrapped Whumpee’s knobby shoulders in his grasp, vigorously shaking his body back and forth. 

“HEY! Wake up for me!” He screamed into the man’s face. He laced his fingers together, hovering his palms over Whumpee’s bony chest before delivering a powerful push into his sternum. He pressed down hard, doing his best to mimic what he’d seen on television...

Each compression felt like a race against the clock.

He went too far this time.

“St-Stop that. Open your eyes.”

He fucked up.

“Whumpee, please.” He cradled the limp body strewn across his legs, panicked eyes darting over Whumpee’s face, searching desperately for a flicker of life.

He went too far.

Whumper slouched forward, drawing his warm chest to rest on the cold body. Water dripped from the ends of Whumpee’s hair, falling to the floor silently. Perfect, glass droplets clung to the damp eyelashes like tiny crystal balls. 

His eyes were closed delicately, still and motionless.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This was not supposed to happen.

And then, Whumpee coughed.

((((PART 2))))

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“Why, why is there dried blood all over the floor?”

“Because you weren’t the first sweetheart. And you won’t be the last.”

[whumpasaurus101]

Caretaker, cradling a dying whumpee in their arms, singing the song they would always sing for whumpee when they couldnt sleep, now choking on their own cries as they feel whumpee fall limp in their arms.

[lumpywhump]

tw: descriptions of dead character/body

a caretaker letting out an absolute heart-wrenching sob while inspecting whumpee's body. Them having to be the one to confirm that the body is whumpee's. It taking so much inspection because the body is so mangled and torn apart and caretaker hating every second of it, doing it only because they are the only one who can.

[justbreakonme]

The hotel was a little chilly and had that odd old-carpet smell, but it was safe, for now. Caretaker helped get Whumpee washed up and into bed, and they were just about to climb into bed as well when the phone rang.

Both of them froze.

Caretaker picked it up, knuckles white.

“Hello?”

Whumpers voice crackled through the phone.

“You can’t prove I did anything to him.”

Caretaker’s grip on the phone tightened and they glanced at the triple latched hotel door.

“What?”

“You can’t prove anything, there’s no fingerprints or photos, just my word against his, and alibis are cheap.”

“Oh… you think that I care about putting you in jail?” the laughter in Caretaker’s voice was almost genuine, “No no, I’m going to hunt you down. I’m going to beat you to death with my bare hands. Then, I’m going to smile in my mugshot, knowing that no amount of money or powerful connections can buy your way out of hell where you belong.”

Silence.

Caretaker hung up the phone with a snap, and looked back at Whumpee.

“I’m sorry-“

“Thank you.”

[abhainnwhump]

Under mind control, Whumpee has no idea what they're doing. Then Whumper sets them free. Whumpee realizes they've done so much damage, they've harmed and killed so many people, they beg to go back under it. At least they won't feel or remember the pain.

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“It’s beautiful, if you really watch. To see their face go from angry and screaming to pleading and thrashing to whimpering and trembling to silence and finally to nothing at all.”

[letitbehurt]

Whumper testing the limits of an immortal Whumpee.

A cut, then a burn, then a severed tongue. A fatal shot, a cup of poison, the snap of a noose gone taut. Whumper tries all of this and more, but Whumpee cannot die—at least, they cannot seem to stay that way. No matter how much they might want to.

[lumpywhump]

Whumpee is dying and all whumper can say is

"you can't get away from me that easily!"

"You only get to rest when I say you can,"

"okay, attention whore,"

"Walk it off,"

"Don't die right now, I've done a lot worse than this before,"

"what's your problem?"

"see you in hell!"

"if I knew you were in this much pain I would have put you down ages ago,"

"at least you were entertaining,"

"this is inconveniencing,"

"today of all days??? Bro,"

"look at this mess! Someone's going to have to clean all this up,"

[echoingalaxies]

"Close your eyes."

Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.

Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.

Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.

Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.

[the-dump-of-whump]

Weapon whumpees in their last moments of sanity asking, begging, to be killed so that they can’t do anymore damage, so that they can’t hurt anyone else, so that they can’t be used anymore.

Better yet if there’s something stopping them from doing it themselves and they have to plead with caretaker to kill them.

Does caretaker do it? Does it hurt worse for whumpee to be dead or to see the wreckage they cause, the pain in their eyes? Does caretaker forsaken them too?

[whumporama]

Character who lost a loved one to Whumper. Whumper is now dead, has been for years, and slowly Character begins to heal.

Until the internet suddenly gets obsessed with Whumper. People talk about them, maybe even possibly, or in fake horror and compassion, about how horrible Whumper was. They know Whumper's name, their life, their family, their date of birth, everything. Everyone wants to know everything.

But Whumpee? Whumpee is just 'that one' they killed. Nobody knows Whumpee. Nobody cares.

And Character is left knowing that Whumper has been immortalized, but Whumpee, their Whumpee, is forgotten.