#immortal whumper

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumper had held onto a grudge for centuries now, tracking down and torturing each and every person they could get their hands to that was related to their first enemy. Their whumpees would all try to prevent their capture, but the whumper had all the time in their hands to wait for them to falter and fall.

[paingoes]

little graphic for johanna and delta ! although they’re both psychics, they are not the same species and they don’t have the same abilities! 

any intelligent species in destroyer-verse can be psychic, but some are more inclined to it than others.

delta's species has an unusually high percentage, around ~15% .

only 0.001% of johanna's species are born psychic.

[whumpsoda]

OOO HAVE A PROMPT! a god whumper taking whumpee—a mortal—and making them into a suggestible immortal consort. whumpee can barely remember being human, and all that matters is that they feel safe near whumper

So I made a mistake where I wrote a whole thing for this, then read this ask again and realized it wasn’t really what was asked… So I guess I have two things?? The correct one is first, and I’ll post the second under it😭

cw: god whumper, immortal whumpee, human caretaker, dehumanization, brainwashing

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“I… Whumpee?” 

The two met one another’s gaze, one pair of eyes terrified and desperate, the other hollow and sunken.

The immortal stood tall, draped in fanciful robes and numerous strings of extravagant jewlery, which jingled with every movement. The human kneeled, hunched over in filthy garments, sore wrists shackled behind his back.

“Oh, Whumpee… is it really you?” Caretaker studied the figure, digesting the image of their old friend. The relief was short lived, overridden by the uneasiness bubbling in their starving stomach. “What happened to you?”

Whumpee, the boisterous, ball of positivity that they had missed so dearly, was staring them down blankly. Their eyes were devoid of emotion, their expression vacant and empty.

Where was the giddy, sunshine smile Caretaker had scoured the land for?

After a moment of silence, Whumpee’s lips parted in passive fashion. “Who, is Whumpee?” Their face contorted, an unpleasant scowl forming from their delicate features.

“No… no, you are Whumpee. It’s… it’s me, buddy. It’s Caretaker.” He let out a shaky breath, wriggling inside the metal cuffs scratching at his wrists. “I- I found you, Whumpee. I’m going to rescue you, and, and I’m going to bring you home.”

Whumpee’s brows furrowed, their muscular body towering over the human. “This, foolish human, is my home.” 

Caretaker could feel his heart shattering inside his chest. His lip quivered, as his strong smile began to falter. “W-whumpee, I don’t… I don’t understand… really, you don’t need to pretend, it’s me, I promise. Just let me out of these shackles, an’ I’ll get us out of here. Together, Whumpee.” Desperately, he wished he could’ve held out a warm hand to his friend.

“Well, wouldn’t that be nice.” A booming voice enveloped the room, an overwhelming presence filling the air. Whumpee’s expression flipped, a wide, dull eyed smile stretching across their face as they turned to face the sound.

An enormous, mystical figure began to materialize, catching the full attention of the two on-lookers. Whumpee clasped their hands together, enraptured with the sight of the god. 

“Greetings, darling. I see you’ve met our guest over there.” Whumper affectionately pet the top of Whumpee’s head, grinning smugly at Caretaker. 

Caretaker stuttered, their brain scrambled in a gummy clutter of confusion. “I- Whuh… Whumpee..?” 

Whumper cupped their novelty’s face, admiring their docility. “Don’t bother. They haven’t been the ‘Whumpee,��� you speak of, for a long time. Isn’t that right, little one?” Whumpee nodded eagerly, the words seemingly flying right over their head.

“Whatever you say, master.” Whumpee muttered, leaning into the god’s heavenly touch. Their head tilted as Whumper warmly scratched at the skin below their chin. 

Whumper expelled a short exhale of contentment, before meeting Caretaker’s terrified eyes once again. “Such a good one, aren’t they? I do always make a point to let them know that such subservience suits them exceedingly well.” Whumpee sank to their knees, enraptured with the sensation of such glorious itch.

Caretaker, no matter how much he tried, could not move a muscle. The situation was too much for him to handle, too horrifying for his brain to digest.

“What… what did you do to them..?”

Whumper laughed boisterously, the sound practically mocking the human at their feet. “I gave them purpose, dear. To serve at the will of a magnificent god, devoting every fiber of their feeble being to me for the rest of eternity.” Whumpee let out a pleased sigh at the thought.

“N-no, please… not Whumpee.” Tears pricked at Caretaker’s red rimmed eyes. Their lips twisted into a pleading smile. “Take, take me instead! You can do whatever you want to me, just let Whumpee go!”

“Oh, darling, I was already planning on it. Keeping you as well, that is.” Their wicked grin only grew, shaking the human to his core. “The two of us could use another friend, wouldn’t you agree, dear?” They questioned Whumpee.

“Whatever pleases you, master.”

Whumper chuckled at the devoted mumble of their companion, continuing to litter Whumpee with pets and scratches that turned their will to mush. 

“I mean, it’s not like I could even return them, anyways. I have no means of undoing such a clean slate. So no use in getting your hopes up.” 

Before Caretaker could protest, a humongous hand began traveling toward him. Set into a frenzy, he frantically made the attempt to kick himself out of reach. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just look at your friend over there, they’re certainly enjoying it.”

Whumper’s hand soon caught up with the human, beginning a soothing stroke to his hair. Caretaker watched in horror at the way Whumpee mindlessly nuzzled into the touch, all the while wiggling under the god’s touch himself.

The reality of the situation quickly set in, Caretaker’s breaths becoming fast and thin. 

Soon, that would be him. His mind wiped clean, just a toy for the entertainment of an all powerful god, for the rest of eternity. 

It was obvious that Whumper took notice of his distress, their face softening. 

“Don’t worry, little one. You won’t feel a thing.”

Here’s the second one if anyone actually wants to read it…

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The god turned to the door, beckoned by the creak of its centuries old hinges. He eyed his two guests as they entered the room, one in a handsome suit, the other draped in exquisite robes. 

“The procedure has been completed, sir.” The one in the suit said, bowing toward Whumper. The other visitor gracefully stepped closer, then elegantly kneeled before them. 

“Thank you, child.”

“My pleasure, sir.” The servant kept his rigid eyes stuck to the floor as he spoke.

The enormous immortal descended to their own knees, mirroring the tiny human below them. Whumpee watched them with adoring, wide eyes. Cupping the human’s face with ginormous, soft fingers, they carefully adjusted their head. They studied the mortal intently, before expressing a content hum.

“Good, good. A beautiful one, aren’t you? An amazing catch, if I do say so myself.” Their supple grip loosened, transforming to a loop of gentle pets down Whumpee’s head. The countless strings of extravagant jewelry adorning the human jingled with each stroke.

“Thank you, sir.” They replied, giving Whumper a warm smile. They eagerly leaned into the God’s touch, nuzzling against the bliss of their hand. 

“Seems the alterations went perfectly. No more crying and fussing I see.” Whumper grinned, scratching the skin underneath Whumpee’s chin. 

“Definitely sir. They were wiped without issue, I assure you. The perfect mortal for the perfect god.” The servant spoke robotically, with a face devoid of emotion.

“Wonderful work. You may go now.” With a flick of the wrist, they shooed the dull man away. Without another thought, the servant made a quick and obedient exit.

“Now back to you.” Dominantly, the God swiped a finger under Whumpee’s chin, smoothly lifting their gaze to meet Whumper’s.

“How about I ask you a few questions, hm? Double check everything is working correctly?” Whumpee nodded eagerly. “Tell me your name , little one.” 

For a moment, the human’s eyes flickered, a flash of something underneath, which soon faded into assured comfort. “Whatever pleases you, master.” The response was devoted, trained, enticing a small sigh of satisfaction from the god.

“Very good answer. So smart.” Whumper lovingly stroked Whumpee’s glossy hair. “Tell me, what do you remember, my dear?” 

Whumpee pondered for a moment, obediently reaching into the depths of their mind for the correct answer. “I- I remember you, master. How dearly I love my master.” They gazed passionately at the immortal.

“Anything else, love? Any friends? Any family?”

“No, master. Those would simply be insignificant when compared to you.” Whumpee was swiftly rewarded with more heavenly scratches to the neck, eyes fluttering in delight.

“Just marvelous. Only one more question, and then I’ll let you relax.” Whumpee’s eyelids drowsily lifted, a pleased smile still evident on their lips. “Do you understand your role, little one? Your purpose here?”

Whumpee nodded heartily. “Most definitely, master. I am but a novelty, for the enjoyment and company of my master. The rest of my mere, mortal life will be subsequently dedicated to you.” They bowed before the god, resting their forehead to the ground. 

“Absolutely splendid. Your conditioning went just superbly! I must say it suits you.” Whumpee settled upright, heart melting from the praise. “The two of us will have such fun together, I promise you.” They flattened one large hand to the floor, beckoning Whumpee to advance.

The human elegantly neared, delicately placing themself in the palm of Whumper’s hand. Gently, hands wrapped around Whumpee’s frame as they lifted from the ground. 

After a moment of movement, Whumpee was graciously sat in the lap of their master. “Lie down, my dear.”

The mortal did exactly that, draping their tiny frame across the wonderous fabric that covered Whumper’s figure. 

As the god began to routinely sift several dainty fingers through the human’s hair, a continuous wave of pleasure washed over Whumpee with each repetition. Even if they had just been practically reborn, better and new, they were sure they had never felt such bliss in their life. 

Before Whumpee could give a proper thank you for such a sensation, they were silenced by the weight of an enchanting sleep. 

“Good night, little one. Sweet dreams.”

[whumpcloud]

consider: god of life whumper torturing poor mortal whumpee in unimaginable ways to test the limits of mortal life and of their own power and god of death caretaker treating mortal whumpee with care and reverence as they understand how important a life is and would not wish to damage a living being or take a life before its time

[loonybun]

ok screw it oc introduction be upon ye

hi guys this is Rosé!!! I do have an in depth thing regarding his relationship with Adonis (another character of mine) and his whole transformation on my other blog so if you’d like to read that in more detail it’s right here.

CONTAINS: Cults/religion/sacrilege (evangelical nature), religious trauma and guilt, shunning, old timey homophobia and religion-based intersexphobia, historic stuff and some fun facts about the 1920’s, verbal abuse, manipulation, coercion, power dynamic (god and mortal), a really shitty partner and a shitter relationship, body horror, chronic illness, attempted suicide (multiple times multiple methods including overdose), rot and decay of the body, and love potions but for all the wrong reasons.

Rosé, formerly known as Roe Labat, was born in 1898 and raised in an evangelical cult. Ironically enough this has actually nothing to do with the wings and whatnot. That’ll come later. Being both intersex and albino, he was never truly accepted by the people around him. Some were kinder than others, sure, but it was all out of pity. In their eyes, he was already damned to an eternity in hell for the simple sin of existing.

He was a very docile and quiet child, rarely ever stepping out of line regardless of circumstances. He lived inside of the church, as his parents didn’t want responsibility of him. From an early age Roe understood that he was not something worthy of love, as even God had forsaken him. He was cared for out of obligation rather than actual genuine love, having religion almost constantly drilled into him.

When he was 18 (1916), he ran away from the cult’s village. He figured that he’d never make anything out of himself within it, and never be able to prove himself. Roe was also sick of being a burden. He had never been able to make friends due to the constant ostracism, and even though the people he was around changed to be a lot more open-minded, this remained a constant throughout his life. He started living in New Orleans and often frequented various parades and bars. Also he learned that he was queer and that messed him up for a bit. Despite being forsaken, he still tried his best to be a good follower given his circumstances, but the more he learned about the world around him, the looser his faith became.

Roe took an eventual interest in the “pansy performers” (drag queens in the 1920’s), though felt a lot of guilt and shame regarding considering the concept as a career. The more he thought about it though, he realized he didn’t have much else to lose.

He was a natural performer, able to say and do just the right things in just the right ways to provoke a positive reaction from the audience. Considering the more niche community at the time, he never really drew in big crowds, but what he had was enough for him to live off of in a nice 3 room apartment. He was able to afford relatively nice clothes for his performances when they weren’t provided, and quickly became skilled at makeup and wig styling. He also began dying his hair (yes hair dye was a thing in the 1920’s) and using mascara and heavier makeup in order to conceal his albinism, just because it drew some unwanted attention here and there. While he rarely encountered any trouble with the law, he had a few close calls given what he was doing was pretty illegal at the time. homophobia am i right…

Around when he was 24-25, he met “Don”, who claimed to be a cab driver, yet was almost always dressed to the nines in stylish and at times anachronistic clothing. They hit it off very quickly, relating over the strange feeling of being isolated from their peers. They started going out together soon after. It was Roe’s first real relationship, especially with another man, so to say he was a bit nervous would be putting it lightly. Regardless, Don was always very kind to him and patient with him. He was a bit suspicious of Don though since he was always very dodgy about his home life and really any personal details, however he just assumed they came from similar situations. Roe did theorize where his money was coming from and thought him to either be a bootlegger or a member of the mafia, though he never brought it up because in full honesty he didn’t care too much. He was already head over heels and a little illegal activity wouldn’t stop that.

The last thing he was expecting was Don— or rather, Adonis, to claim he was actually a god. And really really wasn’t supposed to be talking with Roe but just couldn’t help himself. Roe was shocked to say the least, and a little incredulous, but Adonis was very quickly able to prove he was telling the truth. Roe, despite having his entire worldview and years of his life shattered by this one man, decided to try and make things work between them. And it did, for a while. The gaps in Adonis’s visits made more sense now, since he couldn’t be away for too long without the other gods getting suspicious. And it was nice to not have secrets. Roe was able to open up to him about his childhood as well, and Adonis provided sympathy for him.

But good things can’t last forever. As time passed, their relationship grew progressively worse. Adonis got upset over increasingly small things, and while Roe understood his perspective and tried to accommodate him, it didn’t mean he was exactly pleased about it. Adonis began to grow concerned over the prospect of something happening to Roe. After all, he was mortal. Frail. Weak.

His solution to this? Well, get rid of the mortality. Roe wasn’t exactly on board with the idea, considering he quite enjoyed being able to perform and live in the city, and accepting Adonis’s offer would make that nearly impossible. Adonis was persistent though, bringing up the idea at any time despite how many times Roe tried to gently shoot it down. Roe eventually grew tired of this cycle and hesitantly accepted. Adonis claimed that this would make things easier— They could see each other more often, they wouldn’t have to hide, the chances of his whole relationship with a mortal being found out by the one person who could end his existence from breaking the rules moved close to 0, no real drawbacks! for him.

this is where the stuff in the post i mentioned earlier comes in. if you’ve already read it, yeah it gets bad. if you haven’t, here’s the brief explanation.

given the fact that mortal bodies aren’t exactly capable of handling literal godly essence, Roe’s body began to decay and break down. At first, it mimicked some sort of disease. His skin became dry and flaky, and his body felt oddly hot and uncomfortable. Painful sensations overtook his body and became almost constant. By the time things started melting and his organs began to fail, he already knew it was too late to reverse any of this. Any hope of continuing his career or life normally vanished completely. Adonis, however, was very happy about this new development! It had worked! yippee! so so much fun. Of course, he obviously remained as sympathetic towards Roe as possible, regardless of any underlying excitement.

Roe became agitated and frustrated because of the amount of pain he was in and how much he had lost. He wasn’t able to leave the house anymore. He began to snap and lash out at Adonis, picking a fight or making a snide remark whenever possible. Adonis hadn’t exactly seen this coming, but he still kept trying to de-escalate things, often in the form of telling Roe that he was acting unreasonable or hysterical (smart move!). Despite all of this, they stayed in their relationship. Roe was too terrified to be alone, knowing that whatever was happening to him would completely destroy any semblance of respect people had for him, and Don because he wanted to see it through.

Their fights got worse until Adonis finally snapped back, calling Roe an “ungrateful cunt” for not appreciating the love and support he’d oh so generously provided. He made it clear to Roe that nobody would recognize him as human anymore. Nobody would love or care about him. He’d be a freak to anyone other than him, so he’d better stop complaining or he’d lose him too.

This got through to Roe, and he stopped shouting. In fact, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. It hurt too much to speak, to move, to breathe. Every step was agony. His body had contorted beyond recognition. Was it even worth it to continue like this? Would this be what the rest of his existence was like? Did he really want to live if it meant being in constant, unbearable agony?

Even if the answer was no, he hardly had much of a choice. He tried more humane methods at first. Overdose, drowning in the bathtub, smashing his head against the wall— Nothing worked. He was still alive. He was still alive. Why was he still alive? Was he alive? Was this what it meant to live?

He got more desperate. Stabbing at his stomach, burning his flesh, only it would only leave little splotchy marks that quickly faded. Or so he thought.

The area around the wound he’d made on his stomach began to rot, eating away at any organs or skin or muscle in its path. Eventually, his entire torso from the bottom of his spine to the top of his pelvis was gone save for his spine and a few bits of spare viscera.

When Adonis returned, he wasn’t happy to see what Roe had tried to do. He became incredibly upset with him for trying to leave the relationship in the only way he possibly could. Still, as long as Roe promised to stop, he’d forgive him. Roe obliged.

The fact that Roe wouldn’t talk to him became a source of frustration for Adonis. It felt intentional, spiteful. And it hurt. Every single question was met with a dulled response, as if he barely heard him. As if he hardly cared. It became a bit like spending time with a rock when he stopped responding all together. No matter what Adonis tried, he couldn’t seem to get Roe to react. It was at that point he realized that both physically and mentally, the person he’d fallen for was gone. Far, far deep down, he knew it was his fault. But still, there was hardly any point in staying. Roe would probably rot there forever, and what good would it do to watch over that?

And so he left. Roe realized that it was permanent maybe only a week or so later. Initially, he blamed himself. If he had put in a little more effort, he could have tried to respond, but the pain was too much to bear… The pain— The pain that had begun to fade now. Maybe a month after Adonis left, Roe began to regain his mobility, his strength, and while he was still in pain, it was no longer unbearable. It seemed more like a dull nagging now. The fog that the loneliness and agony had inflicted upon him began to lift as well, and all of that guilt quickly shifted and simmered into pure hatred.

Hatred that the new immortal would begin to inflict upon the world and the ones surrounding it. That would continue to build for years with only the set goal of revenge against the man that had wronged him. And while it cooled over time into a tepid resentment, it never truly faded. He was able to continue with life, though hardly on the same plane, confining himself to a dimension that only certain desperate souls could access. Souls desperate to save their relationships, souls desperate to have their so-called beloveds fall for them, wretched, vile souls. And he’d help them regardless. After all, what’s a worse offense to a love god than bastardizing the craft? Who cares if a few… Hundred lives get ruined? It’s fun to watch. It’s not his turn to suffer anymore. And he won’t be made a victim again.

ANYWAYS more extra info i DONT think i put on the other post but dont rlly wanna check:

Adonis is the god of Lust, Beauty, and Vanity

Roe took on his stage name Rosé after his transformation to distance himself from his past

Rosé has been collecting magic. For what purpose? Let’s not worry about that.

Rosé has the abilities to siphon magic and the life force from people. He doesn’t do this often unless something catches his eye that he wants to harness. It does mean he’s incredibly powerful though.

Rosé’s main abilities he gained directly from Adonis’s essence or whatever include being able to alter the emotions of others (he can force people to think certain ways and even do certain things), pocket dimension stuff, and object conjuring.

Rosé has a lot of side hobbies but his favorite is cooking. He really likes savory dishes, but he also likes sweet things.

Rosé is able to travel between different dimensions and such, and only exists as a “god” in (this) one.

Rosé has built up a reputation among a lot of magical creatures. None of them are quite sure what he is or how he seems to defy certain laws of existence but most see him as a relatively trustworthy supplier for love potions.

Every so often Rosé gets bored and chooses to single people out to mess with. Maybe he should stop doing that.

Rosé is VERY prone to breakdowns, and while he’s mostly able to stay professional, if someone’s around him for a prolonged period of time and something causes him to spiral he regresses into an incredibly different and much more desperate person.

Rosé (name aside) considers himself a liquor connoisseur (RED FLA) and does collect rare alcohols. he does have a tendency to drink heavily but considering his body can’t really process food or drinks it sort of just magically disappears. he is a talkative and very mopey drunk though. like will start full on venting about his life story.

He’s friends with Aisling!!! Friends is a very strong word!!!! Maybe the wrong word!!! But they they hang out sometimes and Aisling seems to enjoy his company a lot even if he can’t really understand why he keeps coming back if not out of fear or trying to use him so he keeps his distance. Aisling is honestly just worried about him and has sort of been able to slowly break down that Rosé maybe isn’t as absolutely terrifying as he first thought and is indeed just very. very lonely and maybe even a bit pathetic

[starryybrained]

Cheers!

Whumptober Day 14: [Alt. prompt] - Venom

Content: Venom, alcohol, immortal whumper, implied murder

Whumper likes to keep bottles of venom on their shelves.

They have an endless variety, sourced from every kind of creature, from snake venom to spider venom, all translucent and hidden away inside inconspicuous glasses.

The bottle of organic white wine is actually filled to the brim with venom that will kill the drinker within a minute, mixed with the finest locally-made white wine Whumper can buy. The bottle of Texan tequila holds nothing but snake venom and liquor, crystal-clear. They have a half-filled glass of brandy with a dash of spider venom.

Light from outside seeps in as Whumper opens the door to the liquor cabinet, glinting across the many glasses.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Oh, take your pick — surprise me!”

“Sure thing.” Whumper answers. Something light to drink, then. Whumper takes out a long-necked bottle filled with light, golden liquid, studying it. Richmond’s, it says on the label.

Such a fine brand.

They pour themself and their guest a glass, then walk back to the table, setting them at each place.

Whumper sits back, giving their guest a small, courteous smile.

They pick up the glass, holding it towards the center of the table, and their guest follows suit. The glasses clink, and Whumper offers a polite “Cheers,” and takes a sip. The alcohol tastes sweet and light, with a pop of berries and a twist of lemon.

… And the sharp, cloying taste of spider venom.

Whumper savors the taste.

Wonderful.

[sleepyiswhumping]

OC & Story Intro - Ward and Lee

Edward "Ward" Bishop.

Also known as "Ed" or "Eddie" if you're a friend, is an older, rich man with a metric fuckton of money. He lives on an incredibly large property in the middle of nowhere, Tennessee. Eddie's extremely isolated from his nearest neighbours, whose properties each start another two miles away from the edges of his. Even the driveway is quite a ways away from the main road. His house is a proper massive, two-story house where he regularly hosts guests; older, rich men and their wives. Cigars, alcohol, poker, billiards and resting in front of but not entering the pool in the backyard while the televisions blare Fox and CBS are all commonplace at Eddie's estate. He also frequents a local country club, at which he smokes cigars and plays golf with his buddies.

However, he has a dark secret: Eddie is also immortal but needs to consume human flesh to survive. His curse of immortality has also afflicted him with dark urges that he struggles to control. He's lost count of the lives he's taken over the three and a half centuries he's been alive but knows it is far too many. He wants to live a life of luxury, worry-free, not one of murder and depravity, fraught with risk and danger.

Tanner-Riley "Lee" Callaghan.

Tanner-Riley (but his friends called him Lee) has had it tough. An abusive father who is now missing and a violent, alcoholic mother whose only contribution to his life was giving birth to him made his childhood tough, as was the incessant bullying. But Lee managed to persevere, always healing from the scrapes and scuffles he got into with the bullies, nice and quick, and his father's brutality was never quite fatal. He always seemed to bounce back overnight, which was good, because his parents didn't want to take him to the hospital.

After his father’s disappearance when he was 17 his mother only grew worse, with a shorter temper and a larger propensity for violence. Fed up with the incessant abuse, Lee left the day he turned 18, and never looked back. Now almost 19, he hasn’t regretted his decision for a moment, despite the hardships he’s had to face. Anything is preferable to being at home, even if that means being homeless in the middle of winter in a state he’s never been to before.

The Beginning.

Or maybe not. The hunger pangs are really getting to Lee, and the constant sickness from the cold and rain isn’t helping the situation one bit. When Eddie and Lee’s paths cross, they both see an opportunity. Lee doesn’t know where his next meal and warm night will come from but thinks he can get one out of Eddie. Eddie hasn’t eaten in a week and is getting desperate. Desperate enough to let this homeless kid get into his car and come home with him, in public. He hopes no one notices. Little do either of them know, both of their lives are about to change permanently, and not necessarily for the better.

[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...........

[ami-in-whumperland]

Ugh, immortal whumpees are just so fun to torture and play with.

Like, yeah, I can ampuate them, gauge their eyes out, rip out their organs, behead them, run them over, impale them, cut their tongue, starve them, let them bleed out on the ground, and they'll still stay alive all for me so I can repeat everything all over again! So fun.

[whumppromptoftheday]

immortal whumpee passed from whumper to whumper, each trying to find a way to keep whumpee dead the longest

[distracted-obsessions]

Immortal Whumpee being forced to choose between starving or choosing a part of themselves that they can live without for a few weeks (and choke down after Whumper prepares it for them).

[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]

Immortal whumpee in the 1600's being tried as a witch. They push whumpee's head in the river, if they live they're a witch, if they die, then they are normal. Whumpee lives, only to be burned at the stake. The townsfolk watch as the fire burns out and whumpee's flesh melds back together. They have to figure out what to do with whumpee before they wake up.

[thatwhumpblogoverthere]

The pain of a knife cutting into Whumpee’s skin never stopped hurting. It never stopped throbbing, bleeding. It never hurt less. Immortality hadn’t weakened their senses. Never took the pain away. No matter how many times Whumper shoved a needle into their skin, it always stung, it always burned and ached and left bruises. Whumpee could never get use to the feeling of poisons forced down their throat, causing them to choke, gasp, struggle to breathe. Hundreds of years hadn’t taken away the whimper, the sobs, the screams. They wouldn’t die. Just lay on the ground, blood soaking the floor beneath them as they grow weaker, colder and more still. And Whumper can never get over the way Whumpee hurts.

[whumppromptoftheday]

immortal whumpee who's whumper doesn't kill them but gets reeeeally close to it, nearly drowned, almost suffocated, just enough blood lost to make it seem like they'd finally die and have a few minutes of peace. but it never comes

[abhainnwhump]

(Content warnings: Burning alive, implied death, immortal whumpee)

Everything thinks Whumpee is dead, but they're just in a heavily/magically induced sleep. Whumpee's friends decide to cremate their body. Whumpee wakes up in the chamber they're being burned in and scream to get out, pounding on the case.

Bonus points if they have some form of immortality and they are unable to die, just going through it until Whumpee's friends realize what happened. The trust there is forever strained.