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A and B are in the middle of an investigation, hunting a serial killer. They arrive at the latest victim's home, getting to work, examining the evidence left behind.
They split up to divide the task â trying to figure out who the killer is and if the victim left any indication of who it could be. A takes the bedroom, and B takes the living room.
In the bedroom A finds the victim's desk, cluttered with the usual items, but amongst the mess, a laptop sits. They notice a small flashing icon at the bottom of the screen. When they click it, a message appears:
New Recording Available:
[Play] [Delete]
To A's surprise, the victim had hidden cameras set up in their home for reasons unknown. Excited to gain some potentially new information, A whispered an enthusiastic yes to themselves and pressed play.
As quickly as the triumphant smile climbed onto A's face, it fell. Their breath caught in their throat â the video made their heart sink to their stomach.
Tears well in A's eyes as they watched B drag the screaming victim across the living room floor. They made quick work of incapacitating them, laughing at the suffering they caused. B stared into the victim's eyes before plunging a knife into their chest, twisting it slowly. B smirking as they watched the life drain from their prey.
A's attention is pulled away from the screen as they hear B's familiar footsteps approaching from down the hall. Breathing heavily, they slowly reach down to grip the gun in their holster. The footsteps stop at the doorway behind them. Even though they know B's there, they still jump at the sound of their voice.
"You alright in here, partner?" A doesn't answer, instead attempting to steel themselves. "A?" They turn around drawing their gun and aiming it directly at B, tears streaming down their face.
"Whoa, what are you doing?!" B raises their hands in defense. Gun still trained, A stepped to the side, revealing the laptop. As if a switch clicked, all the emotion drained from B's face, leaving a cold, dark gaze.
They lowered their arms nonchalantly and chuckled dryly. "Knew I forgot something. Looks like you discovered my little secret. Too bad you're the one who found it.â They cocked their head to the side with a pout, âI really, really liked you AâŚ"
#whump#whumpee#whumper#whump scene#whump scenario#whump writing#whump prompt#whump oneshot#whump prompts#whump drabble#detective whump#detective whumpee#detective whumper#caretaker#friends to enemies#angst#betrayed#betrayal whump#caretaker turned whumper#emotional whump#heavy breathing#stabbed#panicked whumpee#held at gunpoint#whumpee vs whumper#my writing#whump community
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serial killer who leaves parts of their victimsâ corpses on the doorstep of their crush like a dog handing you a dead squirrel.
#whump community#whump#whumpblr#whump prompt#serial killer whumper#bonus points if the other is a detective#this actually has nothing to do with callum but heâs also in my mind rn#heâd probably do this platonically#prompt#writing prompt#tw gore
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A silly little idea I came up with (or actually Iâve had it for a while) when I was talking to Kazin, and as always, she drew it out for me⌠xD
The idea is that if Yuma goes into (or is forced) into a Mystery Labyrinth while heâs sick; in the Labyrinth, the illness temporarily disappears since they are in an alternative dimension. So while healthy, he can solve the mystery with no obstacles.
HoweverâŚwhen he leaves the Mystery Labyrinth? His condition worsens. Depending on how long he was in there, or how much energy he used, itâs all transferred to his body outside, andâŚyeah he practically collapses.
LATERâŚ
Shinigami knows exactly what she did.
What a little jerk xâD
#whumpcode#not my art#art belongs to kazinsblog#rain code#mdarc#master detective archives: rain code#yuma kokohead#shinigami rain code#kokogami#this is essentially like a sick filler episode trope#where the hero does their duties even if theyâre ill#but then gets worse at the end⌠xD#this was too funny to not think about#he's only slightly feverish in the first page#but in the third page he's burning hot :3c#I think the fever rises by .5 or 1 degrees#poor yuma not even shinigami goes easy on him... xD#shinigami the ultimate yuma kokohead whumper haha#girl after my own heart FR#yakou giving yuma both his bed's duvet and pillow though <3
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The first shot Final episode 32
Shot, collapsed, fainted
#whumper#asian whump#emotional whump#whumpee#whump#drama#asian whumper#suffering#bromance#chinese drama#the first shot#final episode#shot#collapsed#best friend#detective drama#cdrama#johnny huang#fainted#whump trope#whump community#whump scene
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June of Doom Day 3
"Well, well well..." / Hiding / Ambushed / Stalking
Prompts List | Event Masterpost
Fandom: Original Work
Words: 900
Tag List:@juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion
@scaewolf
CW: kidnapping, attempted rescue, recklessness, breaking in, stealth, blood, chained by wrists, injury, gun, gunshots, threats
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Snap!
Caretaker winced at the noise, tenderly lifting their foot to reveal the broken branch, trodden upon in their careless haste to get close to the house unseen. They likely neednât have bothered, the house appeared to be empty.Â
But looks can be deceiving.Â
Especially in this line of work.
Cautiously, paying more attention to where they put their feet, Caretaker crept along the side of the house until they reached a window. The interior was dark, the light from the setting sun illuminating the rough wooden floor, littered with shattered furniture.
Everything within view was covered in a thick layer of dust and grime. It lined up with what the police had said about the place: no one had stepped inside for years since a particularly violent tragedy beset the previous owners.Â
If what Caretaker suspected was true, howeverâŚ.
Their phone buzzed in their pocket.
Caretaker jumped, their heart leaping into their throat before their rational mind caught up. They pulled the device out to find a text from the officer working with them on the case.
Officer: Howâs it look? Caretaker: Empty. Officer: Told you. Itâs a dead end. Officer: Get back here ASAP
Caretaker stared at the phone, hissing through their teeth. Seriously? Just because the house in the middle of nowhere looked empty, it didnât mean it was! For all they knew, this was where Whumpee had been taken! And perhaps the dust was left in view of the windows to keep up the appearance of an abandoned murder house.
They peered back through the window, gnawing the inside of their cheek. If it really was as empty as it looked, then⌠wouldnât hurt. And if it wasnât?
Caretaker: Iâm going in. If I donât text within 10 min, call for backup. Officer is typingâŚ
Caretaker didnât wait for their response, no doubt an all-caps message about how stupid they were being, with an order to get their ass back to the car. They slipped their phone back into their pocket as it buzzed with the angry message, but they ignored it and hesitantly pushed on the window.
The sash slid up without protest, and Caretaker frowned. If the house had been left alone all these years, how come the window opened so easily? And it was unlocked? Suspicious.
They grunted as they pulled themself up on the windowsill and clambered into the house. Dust rose into the air as they stepped lightly onto the floor and crept through the house, taking care not to make too much noise.
Every room was the same. Shattered furniture, scattered garbage, everything covered in dirt and dust. Disappointment rose in Caretakerâs throat with each room they checked. Maybe Officer was right, and this was a bustâŚ.
Their eyes fell on the last door. It was shut, but they guessed it led to the basement. Well, if Whumpee would be kept anywhereâŚ.
The door creaked softly as they pushed it open, revealing a pool of light at the bottom of the stairs. Caretakerâs heartbeat quickened. Not so abandoned after all.
They hesitantly put their weight on the first step, keeping close to the wall to decrease the chances of noise. Perhaps some kid had broken in to explore and left behind a flashlight.Â
Caretaker descended another step. And another. Or maybe theyâd left the lights on.Â
Another step. Orâ
Was that their breathing? Or someone elseâs?
They steeled themself and reached the bottom of the stairs. The bare lightbulb on the landing didnât illuminate much of the basement, but what little they saw made their stomach turn.
Caretaker had seen a lot in their line of work. Cheating partners, domestic abuse, child abuse, missing personsâ cases, cold cases, murders. Theyâd dealt with many a crime scene, almost to the point of becoming deadened to blood or injury.
And yet the sight of Whumpee, dangling from the ceiling by their wrists, the stench of their blood heavy in the air, the sound of their labored breathing, all of it made Caretaker step back in shock, hand over their mouth, bile rising in their throat.
They shouldnât be alive.
With the amount of blood on the floor and the extent of their wounds, Whumpee should be dead. Blood loss, shock, sheer exhaustionâŚ.
Slam!
Caretaker jumped and spun around, instinctively moving to place themself between Whumpee and the staircase. Heavy footsteps descended the stairs.
Thump.Â
Thump.Â
Thump.
âWell, well, wellâŚâ the newcomer said slowly, pausing just above where the light touched the stairs. âIf it isnât Caretaker, the famous detective. Come to do me in, I presume?â
âWhat the hell did you do to them?!â Caretaker demanded, voice shaking.
Whumper chuckled, a sound that made the hairs on the back of Caretakerâs neck stand up. âNothing too terrible. Theyâre alive, arenât they?â
âBarely!â Caretaker reached for their phone. âIâm going to ensure that you never see the other side of the prison wall everââ
Bang.
Caretaker flinched back with a cry as their phone was shot out of their hand, shattering on the ground in a million pieces.
Whumper tsked softly. âCanât have you doing that, little sleuth. Why donât you put your hands above your head?â
Caretaker gritted their teeth. They had to wait until Officer did what they asked and called for backup. Until thenâŚ.
They slowly raised their hands.
âThatâs a good little sleuth,â Whumper teased, âa good little sleuth indeed.â
#this reads like the climax of a nancy drew book#my writing#whump writing#june of doom#juneofdoom#june of doom 2024#kidnapping#attempted rescue#recklessness#breaking in#stealth#blood#chained by wrists#injury#gun#gunshots#threats#whump#caretaker#caretaker pov#whumpee#captivity whump#whumper#detective caretaker#detective#police#whumpblr
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"I didn't know where else to go."
Content: Villain whumpee, detective caretaker, fairly graphic cuts, amputation of a digit, mentions of stitches, large burns. Caretaking time, y'all
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Detective sat at his desk, two laptops, three steno pads, and uncountable numbers of pencils and pens covering the couch, floor, and coffee table in front of him. He hadnât done any real work for the past hour, though. He was tired. He had been staring at all of the evidence he had in relation to a missing diamond for the past hour and he just couldnât bring himself to care anymore. It was some diamond missing from a rich womanâs home, probably just a case of insurance fraud at the end of the day and he was so tired of it, but because of all of the red tape going on with the governments as three cities navigated their way into becoming one and reconciling different laws, hero and villain crimes (the interesting ones) were locked away for more popular detectives to figure out, ones with PR teams.Â
Detective snorted and leaned forward to snag his mug, taking a sip of coffee. Crime rates had gone up as everyone struggled to figure out what was and wasnât legal and all of the villains in the area took advantage of that as much as they possibly could. It was almost enough for him to buy an unregistered sniper rifle and go vigilante on the streets.Â
He idly typed âwhat to make a hero mask out ofâ into the search bar for kicks and giggles, not really reading anything on the screen that came up afterwards. He wondered if he should just go to bed. He was always so nihilistic when he was tired.��
Or maybe he should just go on a rampage as a vigilante. That sounded like more fun anyways. He could wear a bandana and gain a cult following and have a stupid name and shoot bad guys in the face.Â
Mid imaginary fight scene, clutching his now cold coffee, there was a hesitant knock at the door, light and almost too quiet to hear. Detective frowned and looked over at the door, listening hard to make sure he wasnât imagining things.Â
After a long pause, there was another knock at the door and he sighed, setting his cup down and tossing his steno books aside, hidden pencils and pens clattering to the floor as he opened a drawer and grabbed his gun before going to the door. He peered through the peep hole, but all he could see was a slightly slumped figure.Â
He sighed again, unlocked the door, and opened it. The man had his forehead pressed to the door, so he stumbled when it opened, clutching at his chest. He lifted his bruised face and Detective frowned. âVillain? What are you doing here?â Detective asked, readying his gun, but Villain just blinked slowly, as though dizzy and confused as he tried to solve what the shiny thing was that the Detective was holding.Â
âIâm sorry,â he mumbled. âI didnât know where else to go.â
âVillain? What did you get into?â
Villain reached out shakily and Detective took him by the arm, hauling him in. His costume was really just a pile of rags at this point, nothing but cloth hanging off of a too thin frame. Detective sat Villain down at the end of the couch after tossing a pillow from one of his exes to the ground and pulled apart Villainâs clothing to see if and where he was hurt since Villain didnât seem to be in a state where he could really explain what was going on.Â
Villain weakly tried to push Detectiveâs hands off of him, but Detective caught his wrists and held them in one hand, noting that they were small enough for him to hold in one hand.Â
âLook, buster,â Detective said sternly. âIf you come to my apartment and ask for help, then you are going to let me help!â
Villain stared at him for a moment, and the tension slowly left his arms as Detective pushed back the last fold of clothing. Blood dribbled down Villainâs chest, no longer being soaked up into his costume. Detective hissed and wiped the blood with his palm, trying to find the source of it all. He traced it back to a slash down across Villainâs collar bone, deep enough that Detective could feel the bone as he grazed over it. There were a few other cuts across Villainâs torso, and as Detective found each one, Villainâs eyes fluttered as he fought with unconsciousness.Â
âAlright, stay right here,â Detective said, standing up and dropping Villainâs wrists. âIâm going to get my stuff. Stay.â
Villain nodded slightly and Detective sprinted to his bathroom, pulling out his heavy duty first aid kit and coming back.Â
âHere you are,â Detective said, holding a couple of pills to Villainâs mouth. Villain took them and Detective helped wash them down with a small flask of whiskey he kept in the kit before taking a sip from it himself to bolster his nerves.Â
He lost himself in that bloodsoaked hour, washing the wounds, ignoring Villain as he finally passed out, packing gauze against wounds before going back to the bigger cuts and sewing them shut and bandaging them, working his way across Villainâs body until heâd got his front bandaged.Â
Detective got him rolled over and swore when he saw Villainâs back. There were no cuts here, but there were large swaths of blistered skin.Â
He ran to his sink, washing out an empty ice cream bucket and filling it with cool water and coming back, dipping paper towels in it and plastering the paper towels to Villainâs back to help cool it.Â
Deciding not to move Villain too much, he simply took scissors and cut through the remainder of his clothes, checking his legs for injuries. Besides some horrific bruising, they seemed to be fine.Â
Detective did one more once over and finally got a better look at Villainâs bruised hands. There had been so much blood everywhere, Detective didnât notice it earlier, but Villainâs pinky on his right hand was missing.Â
Detective winced and washed Villainâs hands, bandaging them as best he could and then knelt by the couch, looking at the mostly naked man that laid there. He sighed and went to put on a pot of coffee before spending the rest of the evening putting new paper towels on Villainâs back with more cool water.Â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
Villain woke up reluctantly, and only because he was in so much pain. He wondered what Supervillain had in mind for him today. He only hoped it would have nothing to do with his feet. He wouldnât be able to get away if the opportunity presented itself.Â
Wait. Didnât the opportunity already present itself? The guards had left and Villain remembered being able to slip from the cuffs because of how much blood was on his hands. Did he get caught?
He cracked one eye open and couldnât really see through his hair, but the other eye was buried in something plush and soft. He was on a sofa and there was someone slumped next to the sofa, watching The Office on a computer on the table.Â
âMmm?â
The figure turned and Detectiveâs face came into focus.Â
âHey, I have some fever reducers and pain killers here for you,â Detective said, getting up to grab some pills off of the coffee table and a cup with a straw.Â
Villain took it without thinking, swallowing down the water gratefully. Detective took the cup away and Villain very carefully moved, testing his ability to sit up. He winced and hauled himself up so he could lean his head on the arm of the chair. Detective helped him adjust the blanket as he moved and he sighed.
âI shouldnât have come here.â
Detective shrugged. âI donât really mind. Now I have a good excuse not to go to work today.â
Villain smiled a little, ignoring the pain in his cheeks and eye where he was badly bruised. âSounds good to me.â
Detective nodded and Villain saw him looking him over again. âSoâŚ.. who did this?â
Villain sighed. âTrust me on this one, Deet. Stay out of it.â
Detective glared at him. âYou do not get to come to my door, make me clean and bandage you all night watching shows I havenât seen in years, and then tell me to stay out of whatever took an entire pinky off of you.â
Villain twitched his hand, startled. He didnât have a pinky. He couldnât really remember when that happened.Â
âWho. Did. This. To. You.â Detective said, very seriously.Â
Villain winced. âSupervillain. He wanted some Bevin Tech Batteries⌠uh, that I got totally legally.â
Detective raised his eyebrow, but didnât say anything about that as Villain uncomfortably tried to rearrange himself again. He yelped, closing his eyes tightly. By the time he got himself back together, there were tears trailing down his cheeks and he cleared his throat.Â
âErm, when we came to the part about payment, he objected to that, quite strenuously. I pushed it andâŚ. Stars, Iâm so stupid. Everyone knows not to deal with him, and I thought Iâd be different.â
Detective nodded. âAlright, alright. Itâs okay. Just rest, alright?â
Villain sighed and sunk into the couch. âOkayâŚ. Thank you.â
âOf course. I need to go to the store and get some stuff for you. Iâll be back, alright?â
âAlright.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
Detective closed his door behind him and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the black bandana and tied it around his neck and checked to make sure his guns were all where they were supposed to be in their holsters under his jacket. He paused only to send a text to his best friend asking her to come over that evening to hang out, and set off to kill Supervillain. If he didnât come back, he knew his best friend would help Villain get back on his feet, but Detective wasnât planning on letting it get that far.Â
#villain whumpee#detective caretaker#supervillain whumper#caretaking#cuts#amputation#stitches#burns#writing#whump
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Whumptember 2023, Day 10
âWhat are you doing to them?â
Brainwashed | Hanging from their wrists | Phone callÂ
The Beeâs Whumptember Masterlist
~900 words
CW: Frank talk of future character murder, tazer (but no tazing, funnily enough), blood, sadistic whumper, brainwashed whumpee
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Whumpee had long since given up trying to support their own weight. Itâs not like the expended effort would do anything for them except tire them out even more, make their wrists blister and bleed until the shiny red tracks of blood crisscrossed down their arms and around bruised skin and swollen flesh, aggravate their already barely functional shoulder muscles as they screamed out to be freed of the burden of bearing Whumpeeâs entire weight. These days, energy was a woefully scarce commodity. It couldnât be wasted on pointless endeavors like struggling.
Whumper suddenly stopped messing with their taser, crossing their arms over their chest and looking Whumpee up and down with narrowed eyes. They clicked their tongue. âYou know what? Youâre starting to get really boring.â
Whumpee half opened their eyes and pulled the edges of their mouth back, as if asking what Whumper wanted them to do about it. Sure, it was great when Whumper was happy, even if it came at the cost of Whumpeeâs mind, body, and soul, but it wasnât Whumpeeâs fault that they werenât responsive enough. Whumper should have taken better care of his toy if they didnât want them to break. And Whumpee was already so far beyond broken.
âMm, yeahâŚâ Whumper nodded to themself, clicking their tongue again and resting their chin on their fingers, as if deep in thought. âLooks like timeâs just about up for you... Might be time to let you go.â
Whumpee quirked their head up, as much as they could with their arms wrenched above them, practically holding their head in a vice. Let them go? The idea that Whumper would ever do something as merciful as letting them go made Whumpeeâs eyeâs go wide. Whumper was many things, but merciful, caring, any other positive adjective, really, was not one of them.
Whumper practically doubled over with laughter at Whumpee's stupid little facial expression. âOh! Oh, no, not like that, you stupid waste of space!â Whumper could barely get out the full sentence through their hysterics. âNo, no I mean like, the other let you go. Yâknow, like,â Whumper raised their taser and slammed it in Whumpeeâs head in an unmistakable stabbing motion, slamming Whumpee once, twice, three times, more, until Whumpee was seeing stars and their head was spinning wildly. They swung back and forth slowly on the chain wrenching their wrists toward the heavens, breath shuddering through their teeth, new blood caking on top of old.
âLike that,â Whumper continued nonchalantly. âBut with a real knife, yâknow. Or we could do something else, I donât have to stab you in the head. That might be too hard to do anywayâŚâ They paused, as if lost in thought again, before flipping their hands down, shooing the thought away. âWhatever, weâll see where the vibe takes us.âÂ
Whumperâs eyes suddenly lit up with a new idea, and Whumpee felt a cold snake of fear slithering and squeezing its way through their usual need to please, choking them out with useless thoughts of fear and survival. âAnd now that I donât have to hold back, we can really have some fun, right? Iâve always wanted to try an upright vivisectionâŚâ They lightly traced the prongs of the taser gently down Whumpeeâs cut-riddled stomach, leaving prickly gooseflesh in its wake.Â
No, no, no, this was all wrong. Whumpee wasnât supposed to think any of those pesky thoughts like âI donât want to dieâ or âplease stopâ or âget AWAY from me!â They lived to make Whumper happy, and if it made Whumper happy to kill them, then thatâs what Whumpee would do. Die. For Whumper. Itâs what they were forâŚ
So why were they suddenly so scared?! Why did they want to scream and cry and beg for Whumper to âPlease! God! No, donât! Stop!â Why were they dreaming of someone bursting through to door and looking at Whumper in absolute horror and yelling âWhat are you doing to them?!â and whisking Whumpee away to safety while whispering sweet nothings, somewhere Whumper couldnât hurt them ever again. Or kill them. That wasnât right of Whumpee. They were there to make Whumper happy. Thatâs it.Â
Except⌠If Whumpee was dead, would Whumper be able to be happy anymore? Whumpee wouldnât be there anymore, so who else could make Whumper happy? Maybe if Whumpee just⌠pointed that outâŚ
No. Whumpee did as Whumper wanted. If Whumper told them to die, then they would. No questioning it. No trying to change it. Besides, they were too tired to try anything anyway. Right?
Whumper was prancing to the door when Whumpee finally came back to themself. âIâll go get my tools!â They called as they slammed open the door. They then noticed the taser still in their hand and pelted it at Whumpee. Whumpee cringed away from the flying object as it struck them in the chest. âBRB, and stay there!â
Whumpee didnât know how or where they would go even if they wanted to (which they DIDNâT). Besides, they were good for Whumper. So they stayed dutifully there, arms aching painfully above their head, toes barely touching to floor, and trying not to acknowledge their speeding heart and shallow breaths as they waited for Whumper to return for the last time.
@whumptember
#whumptember day 10#whumptember2023#day ten: what are you doing to them#day ten: brainwashed#day ten: hanging by their wrists#whump#writblr#whump scenario#whumper#whumpee#sadistic whumper#brainwashed whumpee#ok ok yeah yeah this ones a day late#i had such a busy day yesterday#but it was a great time#so no regrets#shorter one bc im not really feeling this one too much tbh#I was gonna have another scene where a detective or something got a phone call about 'we finally found whumpee!'#and they burst in and save whumpee#hence whumpees little daydream#but eh#I'm also not too partial to the brainwashed whumpee trope most of the time unless it serves the narrative#but i wanted to at least try it out#so here ya go
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I was rereading an old work to continue and I just had to share my favourite part I wrote so far :)) Content: Interrogation scene excerpt; slightly inhuman whumpee; muzzled (not explicit); detention; restrained
The detective leaned forward. âSee, I donât think that makes sense.âÂ
Dang. Guess not.Â
âSo why would you lie about that?âÂ
Double dang.Â
He stayed silent, clearly wanting her to speak up.Â
Auretta resisted and counted the seconds.Â
About two and a half minutes later he stood up. Auretta jerked back.Â
âRelax, Iâm leaving.â The buzzer sounded. âIâm leaving ,â he repeated.Â
Auretta felt a panic bloom.Â
âWait,â she coughed out, interrupting her rhythm. âWait, donât, Iâm sorry, please donât go.â She coughed and tried to restart her breathing pattern through gritted teeth.
The man sighed. âI want to help you, I really do, but this only works if youâre answering truthfully. Youâve lied, at least partially, at least three times in the past however many minutes. Not to mention the obvious limitation with the maskââÂ
âIâll speak. Iâll talk. Please donât go.â If she were alone, she would only be able to focus on the chains, the muzzle âno, at the very least, she needed the stimulation.
The detective looked sad. She only caught the expression for a moment before he masked it with unreadability.Â
âOkay.â He sat back down. âWhat do you want to talk about then?â
Continues here!Â
#vigilante#my cake#auretta#detective matthews#muzzled whumpee#restrained whumpee#interrogation whump#please don't go#<- a lovely trope :))) works in so many ways#ill whumpee#detention whump#restrained#whump#ao3#i love matthews one of my fave characters that I wrote#do not be misled he is not the whumper lmao#he is Trying his Best as is his Fatherly Duty#he needs to quit his job and coach youth sports teams but he doesn't want his precinct to go to complete shit
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There's a flavor of whump I'm always craving that I don't see very often, I think because the possibilities are so context-specific. You can do some things in some universes that you can't in others! You can do certain things with non-human characters that you can't with others!
But hear me out:
Whumper making physiological changes to Whumpee's body.
Could be through programming for robot characters, dedicated brainwashing for humans, magic for fantasy settings, weird biology for aliens...
A few examples off the top of my head:
Alien species that instinctively responds to neck squeezing by going limp like a scruffed kitten, because this helped them survive encounters with predators. Delicious all on its own -- now throw in a quick surgery to permanently clamp the nerve responsible. Whumpee wakes up in a permanent state of relaxed submission and can't even show how terrified they are.
Obedience programming/training that's wired directly into a character's brain. When the system detects unwanted thoughts, it applies pain. Even after rescue, Whumpee can't think of themselves as an autonomous being because their mind is desperately protecting itself.
Characters with magic having their magic corrupted or bound so it either hurts them to use, or it can only be used to serve Whumper's purposes. Bonus points if Whumper has full control over their magic AND the use of it hurts them.
Characters given a brain implant or parasite that stimulates the reward center of the brain, which would be great, except they can't turn it off. They're kept in a constant state of bleary euphoria... with just enough sense of self left to know they want it to stop.
Characters being spelled or programmed so they physically cannot function independently. Characters who very literally NEED to be given permission to do things like relax or take a walk or even use the bathroom. Not being given this permission leaves them in a state of locked stasis -- fully aware of the time passing. Bonus: Caretaker can't reverse it, so they just HAVE to navigate All Of This.
Alien species that will a develop chronic physical illness if deprived of touch for too long. Said illness can only be treated through regular physical touch. Defiant Whumpees will often be locked in solitary confinement and fed through a slot in the bars until symptoms start to manifest. Sometimes they'll be left even longer, to make sure they end up a severe case. And now, oopsie, the only way to ease this horrible pain is by letting your captors put their hands on you!
Just. Physiological whump. The horror of someone else controlling your body or your mind. Betrayal of body. Etc. Do you understand.
#whump#whumpee#whumper#pet whump#alien whumpee#robot whumpee#fantasy whump#whump prompts#whumplr#i was gonna queue this one but actually i think i'm too impatient.
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Sleeping <3
The way they sleep can tell a lot about a whumpee
-Whumpees who don't sleep. Maybe they're plagued by terrible nightmares and flat out refuse to sleep until they physically can't stay awake anymore, and that sleep never lasts long before they wake up with night terrors. Maybe caretaker ends up slipping something into their drink - they feel guilty but they're getting so worried, it's dangerous to go so long on so little sleep.
-Or maybe whumpee just can't sleep at all. Maybe whenever they close their eyes they see whumpers face. Maybe it's a medical thing. But no matter what they do they just. Cannot. Sleep.
-Conversely, whumpees who sleep too much. Life's easier, when you're asleep; you don't have to deal with any bad feelings or memories, you don't have to face the world or look yourself in the mirror. Being asleep is the only time they feel some peace.
Now let's talk positions!
-Whumpees used to being chained to a table sleeping that way even once free, flat on their back with limbs sprawled out.
-Whumpees who sleep tightly curled up, legs drawn up and arms wrapped around their chest as if hugging themselves.
-Whumpees who just stay poker still the entire time. They were forbidden from moving an inch, maybe even wore electric bands that sent a shock whenever they detected movement, and now even in sleep they lie perfectly still.
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Very active whump blog containing mature themes. I would classify whump as a subgenre of horror/thriller, involving an intense focus on the torment of one's favorite protagonists and the process of moving past one's trauma.
Favorite whump tropes!
Defiant/stoic whumpee
Living weapon!
Child abuse whump and minor and young adult whumpees
Gang whump/multiple whumpers
Captivity/pet/slave/conditioning
Punishment/humiliation
Beating/whipping
Restraints and threats
Nsfwhump--Rape, noncon, nudity
All the little details (the tiny touches, closing eyes, swallowing, the ANGST)
Humor
Realistic caretaking with friction and PTSD
Back to the Dregs <Used-as-bait novella>
A young detective thought he'd left his problems in his past, but when he's kidnapped as bait for his gangster brother, he has to find a way to escape. Before they figure out his brother hates him.
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The Ghost of Seattle <Living Weapon Book>
In post-apocalyptic Seattle, a boy becomes a living weapon for his abusive father. When he takes his life into his own hands and joins another gang, he believes he's now fighting for people that won't use him. But he is wrong.
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Dance of Death <fantasy riches-to-rags book>
When a young noble finds out that her friends are being legally abused, she sees no choice but to take a political stand against it, using humorous comments that cleverly discredit her opposition. But she has no idea how far her enemies will go to crush her spirit.
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Information on The Kill-Touch <novella coming soon>
My music (it's not whumpy it's just kind of autistic)
My favorite Tumblr whump stories (post)
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Whumpmas in July Day 16: Create a whump meme!
whump tag meme! to participate: tag (or comment or reply) with one letter or number from each row. at the end, you should have a 12-character code representing your tastes in whump!
my code is ADILOQUWZ147. what's yours?
(descriptions under the cut in case some images are unclear)
ABC: Whumpee / Whumper / Caretaker
DEF: Chains / Rope / Drugging
GHI: Spiked bat / Shock collar / Knife
JKL: Scientist, Detective, Royal (Real humans) / Hero, Villain, Mage (Superhumans) / Vampire, Mer, Fairy (Nonhumans)
MNO: Soup / Water / Blood
PQR: Nice clothes / Bad clothes / Nothing
STU: Cold / Heat / Box
VWX: No food / No air / No sleep
YZ0: Collar / Brand / Tattoo
123: Cage / Small bed / Large bed
456: Scared & Crying / Angry & Defiant / Stockholmed & Conditioned
789: Happy end / Bad end / No end (series that go on indefinitely)
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Ok, so weâve seen the violently protective caretaker shtick right? Love that. What about violently protective whumpee? Specific scenario I have in my head rn:
Whumpee was someone very powerful; a powerful mage, a legendary knight, a living weapon. They were captured, whumped, then left for dead in the woods somewhere, where caretaker found them and nursed them back to health. Since then, whumpee has been living with caretaker, helping them on their farm, your standard issue domestic bliss. Caretaker isnât a fighter by any means, theyâre a kind, gentle soul who wouldnât hurt a fly. A bit naive, even. This is whumpeeâs favorite thing about them, since all whumpee knew up until meeting them was violence and harshness.
One day, Caretaker doesnât come home, and whumpee goes absolutely feral. Full on super-detective mode tracking them down to whumperâs lair. They break in to find caretaker in a relatively minor situation (say, sitting in a cell with their hands tied but otherwise unharmed). Enter whumper.
Whumpee goes eerily calm, smiles this creepy smile, looks at caretaker and says âIâve just gotta take care of something quick. Wonât be a minute.â And then proceeds to graphically murder whumper just outside caretakerâs sight. Bonus points if caretaker is completely oblivious because whumpee never explained their past. Caretaker asks about it, insisting that they want all the details. Theyâre outraged that whumpee killed whumper like that, because from caretakerâs perspective, whumper hadnât done anything warranting that. Whumpee asks if caretaker is sure they want to know, then explains what whumper did to them in an oddly calm and frank manner and finishes by saying, âYouâve been so kind to me all this time, I had to protect you.â
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Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 18
CW for the series | Masterlist
You chose to go get a lock.
With more apologies and attempts to add what comforts you can to the situation, you chain Whumpee up once more and head out.
They look like they don't want to be restrainedâof courseâbut they're not to the point where they'd dare defy you. Which is convenient, for now, but should probably change if you want them to be truly healthy and happy.Â
Nothing for it right now. You have other concerns you're prioritizing. Maybe later when you've made more progress. âThatâs the last time that needs to happen to you,â you reassure. Once you have a lock, they'll have free reign of the room even when they're on their own.Â
You go to the hardware store and pick out a lock thatâll work well to keep Whumpee secure.
You come home and go straight to release Whumpee. âAll done with that,â you say to them as you do so. If this works right, you wonât have to chain them up ever againâwhich seems slightly bittersweet, as you rather enjoyed treating them that way, but it wasnât good or pleasant for them.
âThank you, sir.â They are glad to be unchained, but you think you might also detect a faint hint of bitterness at having been chained up again. Youâll let it go, at least for now.
You install the lock on the outside of the spare bedroomâs door. Happily, it doesnât take too long. You test it, and it seems to work perfectly for your needs.
You smile, satisfied. On to your next thing for the day.
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Better than a whumpee injected with a truth serum, is a whumper who can detect lies, me thinks
#whump prompts#truth serum#magical whump#or maybe its some kind of technology#you name it!#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump ideas
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"An Hour."
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Warnings: Hospital settings, aftermath of captivity, mentioned death.
Medic, despite what their job would suggest, wasn't a caregiver. They were just a mechanic working on circuits, not who carefully kept the whole mechanism running. They could fix people, but it was that. Someone would have to take over the aftermath.
Much to Medic's relief, Leader was a caregiver. A good one, even.
Too good, they lately noticed. Too good that it was starting to make Medic worried. But just like every other day, Medic knocked the infirmary door in exactly same time, before opening it fully. Youngest was asleep in the hospital bed - Medic had said Leader that it was unnecessary, but Leader brought one anyway - and at last drops of their IV.
"An hour," Leader muttered. At this point it felt like a ritual. So, without a word, Medic moved and changed Youngest's IV to antibiotics as Leader deserted the room silently. Probably to sleep.
Good, Medic thought. Leader needed it.
Medic made their way to the armchair, only to see Leader's office keys on it. For a moment, they considered giving it back. They respected privacy, but they were also curious. For the last one month and a half, all Leader did was looking for Youngest, caring for Youngest or staying in their office. The first two was understandable, but the third...
Now Medic could learn whatever Leader was doing in their office.
Medic hesitated. They shouldnât invade Leaderâs privacyâLeader had done nothing to earn suspicion, at all. And Leader never broke anyone's boundries, so Medic doing it to them was just wrong. But something had been gnawing at the back of Medicâs mind for weeks now, something beyond the usual worry for Youngest. Leaderâs behavior, so single-minded, so intense, felt wrong. So wrong for someone almost obsessed with making the future better. And if there was something in that office that could explain it...
Steeling themselves, Medic turned and walked down the hall to Leaderâs office. The key slid into the lock with an ease that almost felt too simple. "Where's Leader?" Medic shouted. Leader's room was wide open and Leader wasn't there.
"Went for a quick walk," Right Hand shouted back.
Medic took a deep breath. "Okay," they muttered. With a simple twist, the door creaked open. Medic slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind them slowly. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked like any other officeâneat, organized, professional. Just like how Leader liked to keep everything. Medic opened the lights.
Notes. Dozens of them, pinned to a board on the wall, scattered across the desk, and even taped to the edges of the bookshelves, almost creating a wallpaper. Most were in Leaderâs precise handwriting, detailing locations, names, dates, and other pieces of information that, together, painted a picture out of a detective's office. Medicâs gaze was drawn to a map on the wall, marked with pins and red string connecting various points. They moved closer, recognizing the locations as places where incidents had occurredâbreak-ins, disappearances, attacks. All related to Youngest.
Their heart pounded as they picked up a file from the desk. It had a picture, the person's face partially obscured, but there was no mistaking who it was. Medic had seen that face around Whumperâone of the underlings of them. The person had been found dead two weeks ago, the cause still under investigation. There were detailed reports about them, autopsies, locations, biographies... informations that Medic doubted Leader had the authority to kno let alone storing.
They set the file down, their hands trembling slightly. Leader had been gathering evidence, but it wasnât just about finding Youngest. It was about something more.
Another photo on the desk caught their eye. Medic took it, revealing more photos, more notes underneath. Some were crossed out, others highlighted. A list of namesâpeople connected to the kidnappingâeach one with a note beside it: confirmed dead, under surveillance, possible lead.
Some of these people were no longer a threat because they were dead. Was it coincidence, or had Leader...?
The sound of footsteps in the hallway snapped Medic out of their thoughts. They hurriedly closed the folder and placed thr picture back on the desk, glancing around to make sure everything was as theyâd found it. The door clicked shut just as the office door opened.
Leader stepped inside, looking tired but alert. They froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as they stared in the sight of Medic standing in their office.
âWhat are you doing here?â Leaderâs voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a warning.
Medic tried to keep their expression neutral, forcing a casual shrug qs if they werenât digging through the room for the last ten minutes. âYou left your keys on the chair. Thought Iâd drop them off.â
Leaderâs gaze flicked to the keys in Medicâs hand, then back to their face. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Leader crossed the room, taking the keys with a nod.
âThank you,â they said, their tone polite but distant. âPlease wait for my return next time.â
Medic nodded, feeling the tension in the air like a physical weight. They turned to leave, but couldnât help one last glance at the desk, at the folder now lying innocently on the surface.
Leader didnât miss the look. âIs there something else?â
âNo,â Medic replied quickly, shaking their head. âJust... take care of yourself, okay? You look like you havenât slept in days.â
Leaderâs expression relaxed, a smile so soft and tender taking over. âDon't worry. Byt you should get some rest too.â
How could Medic be suspicious of them when all Leader did was worrying and caring for the team? Shoving the guilt down, they forced a smile and left the office.
-â˘-
Later that day, Medic was in the break room when the news broke. The television mounted on the wall buzzed with static before the anchorâs voice cut in, somber and urgent.
âWe interrupt this program with breaking news. Henchman, a key figure in the recent string of criminal activities linked to the late terrorist Whumper, was found dead earlier this evening. Authorities are investigating, but details remain scarce at this time.â
Medicâs blood ran cold. Henchmanâanother name on Leaderâs list. Dead. Just like the others.
They stood frozen, the room spinning around them. The timeline didnât add up. Leader couldnât have done itâthey had only left the office for ten minutes, not enough time to cross the city and back. But the coincidences were too many, too pointed.
When Medic next saw Leader, they couldnât help but study their face, searching for anything. But Leader looked even more drained than the last time, still trying to hold it together desperately. When Medic mentioned the news, Leaderâs response was calm, almost indifferent.
âTragic, but not unexpected,â Leader muttered, shrugging slightly. They werenât even focusedâ they looked like they could just collapse and take a twenty four hour nap. âAgency was after them. It was only a matter of time.â
Medic nodded slowly, but the uneasy feeling in their gut only grew. There was something, something that was beyond their understanding. But as Leader walked away, Medic knew one thing for certainâ Leader was doing something wrong. It was either their sleeping habits or the team had a huge problem.
-â˘-
Soo, have another random one. This is standalone, but I wrote this with "A Score to Settle" in my mind. Not quite part two, but I began writing with that intention.
#whump#whump writing#hospital setting#aftermath of captivity#mentioned death#proofreaded but mught have typos#spoiler alert for the next tag >#implied murder#love me some overprotective leaders#have a dialogue that didnât made into the piece:#âDo you think im capable? i failed. i failed to keep youngest safe.#And now im failing to take care of them. Do you truly believe i have the strength to go after the culprits?#yes i want to see all of them burn for what they did but look at me#all i can do is sit next to youngest and hope that i can lift some weight from their shoulders#because i'm not enough to do anything else#ive been never enough and now im paying for my shortcomings#now if youll be so kind i want to suffer alone#because im not even strong enough to stop myself from snapping at someone who did nothing but worry about me.â#and medic gets kicked out like that. just my brain decided to make a calmer leader so this doesnt fit anywhere#might use later in somewhere but just wanted to post#seriously someone stop me from posting at night or i ramble a lot in notes#anyway#im out#thanks for reading
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