#my whump

[painonthebrain]

Idk what this is but. Take it.

Content: Dead whumpee, angel caretaker (kinda??), hurt/comfort

Whumpee stood before the council, their eyelids heavy with tears. They were ready, so ready, heart filled with the terrified eagerness of someone ready to absolve themselves of all the filth that clung to their soul.

Death had ripped them away from their body, violent and explosive, and here they stood, drenched with astral ichor – their own – glowing a sickly, bright golden-yellow. The blood spattered to the floor, dripping endlessly. Wet and nauseating.

Whumpee was wracked with tremors, but as they stared at the angelic, alien faces before them, they steeled themself, forcing their muscles tight and tense and still. The inhuman eyes fixed on them caused them to falter, and their shaking returned with more fervor.

Not a word was spoken. The council held themselves placidly, frozen like glass.

Whumpee assumed the verdict had already been determined. This was merely a ritual in debasement. A teasing glimpse at the world that could have been theirs, had they not been so filthy and rotted from the inside-out.

“Please.” The lone word was uttered with defeat and reverence. “Make it quick.”

Something bright and warm reached out for them, careful, deliberate, and touched Whumpee’s cheek. It held their face, and Whumpee conceded to the touch. A thumb-like appendage stroked their skin, soft and heavenly, touch they did not deserve to feel, the sensation like a growing ember against their frail, bloodied flesh.

“Whumpee.” Its voice was like birdsong, like a lullaby Whumpee couldn’t remember from years past, like the climax of an orchestral piece, heartfelt and profound. Its hand left Whumpee’s face, and it took their hands, holding them close, warming them.

“I forgive you.”

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

That’s a nice fight or flight response you got there. Sure would be a shame if it turned to fawn against your will

[veny-many]

Plo Koon was already War hero before Clone wars. Which means he already suffered in wartime.

And Red wolf Wolffe was like... Full of hope? Like he was ready for the fight for the Republic and peoples, for justice. With his proud brothers. He was so innocent.

And... He suffered in war's worst moments, like almost losing all of your troopers(brothers), being helpless while your general and brothers fighting in space void, losing your eye, and maybe more...

Peoples who remembered Wolffe's proud and innocent smile before Malevolence, would be sad when they saw gray mourning devastated commander.

+) Give them therapy

[whumpeteerscrankli]

Whumpees who are difficult to love.

Whumpees who have done terrible things (which they may or may not have enjoyed doing).

Whumpees who refuse to/can’t change for the better.

Whumpees who aren’t perfect victims.

Caretakers who desperately try to love Whumpee.

Caretakers who wish for Whumpee to try to redeem themselves.

Caretaker’s hopes being crushed when Whumpee does something that reminds them that why whumpee was once Whumper’s favorite.

Caretakers who grow tired of caring for someone as hopeless as Whumpee.

Caretakers whose patience is running out.

[stagelightwhump]

Whumpee with a mind control collar that only activates for Whumper's voice.

Whumpee learning to associate Whumper's voice with a complete and total loss of control.

Whumpee who feels uncomfortable and stifled, post rescue, if they have to wear anything around their neck.

Whumpee who, upon hearing Whumper's voice in public one day, mentally shuts down, wrenches themself away from Caretaker, and throws themself at Whumper's feet like they'd been trained to.

[unforgivenn]

Hai a request for writing how about a whumpee that gets washed ashore by the river in a forest and someone finds them ( that someone can be either a whumper or stranger your choice :D )

CW: Isolation, betrayal, minor injuries, panic, desperation, false sense of security, abduction, drugging

Whumpee's figure lay motionless across the riverbank. The currents had carried them, like a fragile leaf in a storm, until finally depositing them gently onto the soft bed of moss and ferns.

The fresh breeze blew gently on their face as their eyes blinked open slightly, trying to figure out just what the fuck happened. They sat up coughing violently. With trembling hands, they clawed at their parched throat, desperate to expel the water that still lingered within.

But it wasn't just the water that sent shivers down their spine. It was the eerie silence that enveloped the forest, broken only by the distant whisper of the river. The usual cacophony of bird songs and rustling leaves was conspicuously absent, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation.

Whumpee looked down to see the small cuts and bruises on them that had formed during their little swim. They hissed slightly forcing themselves to stand up their survival instinct kicking in.

"H-Help! Someone! Plea-!" They were cut off from their shouting by the spluttering from their dry and hoarse throat that hadn't gotten water for god knows how long.

Whumpee's heart raced as panic surged through their veins like wildfire. The realization of their isolation sank in like a heavy stone, pressing down upon them with suffocating weight. Each labored breath felt like a desperate plea echoing into the void of the silent forest.

Disoriented and vulnerable, they stumbled forward, limbs trembling with exhaustion and fear. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath their feet, sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through their battered body. The forest seemed to close in around them, its towering trees casting sinister shadows that danced mockingly upon the forest floor.

Tears blurred Whumpee's vision as they frantically scanned the treeline, searching for any sign of salvation amidst the oppressive silence. But there was no one—no comforting voice to answer their cries, no friendly face to offer solace in the face of their terror.

And then, just when Whumpee's resolve began to falter, they heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth. Their head snapped behind him to see a person, an actual man.

Whumpee squinted their eyes, blinking them for a while to make sure they weren't hallucinating before they broke down in wracking sobs stumbling over to the figure.

"P-Please" Their voice sounded high-pitched as they gasped for breath between cries.

The man walked towards Whumpee looking down at the younger person. His gaze was calculating, boring into whumpee's tear-filled eyes. Whumpee could feel that they were almost judging them.

Whumpee knew they looked absolutely pathetic on the layer with torn clothes and cuts in a state of broken sobs. But as the man neared, Whumpee's hope turned to horror. The calculating gaze bore into their soul, stripping away the façade of safety. In that moment, they knew—they were not the savior they had prayed for. The injection pierced their skin like a dagger, the venom of betrayal coursing through their veins.

As consciousness slipped away, Whumpee's last sight was the mocking smirk of their assailant, their fate sealed in the darkness that closed in around them.

[whumpthefifth]

Whumpee who, to all who do not know them, is a monster. They’re bigger. Scarier. Stronger. Fanged and clawed, barbed and muscled. For all intents and purposes, they could very well fight back against Whumper — a smaller, frailer creature.

But they don’t attack back — they wouldn’t dare! How could they, of course, when Whumper had taken them in — a sodden, repulsive, unloved wretch — and had been so good to them when anyone else would have bolted and ran? No one but Whumper would be so kind to “look after” something so ghastly-on-the-eyes. They oughta be thanking them for acting against their better interests.

[blooming-bruises]

Echo wanted to touch it. He wanted to pull on that fine, platinum hair and see the eyes that were currently hidden below lashes and lids widen as they looked up at him. He wanted to see what flowers could bloom on that porcelain skin under his fingers.

[cepheusgalaxy]

New Whump Idea

We should use Adele's songs as whump prompts

Like, have you seen???? What she writes??? And sings???

Just imagine, for an example,

"Old friend, why are you so shy?; Ain't like you to hold back; Or hide from the light"

from Someone Like You (by Adele, ofc)

Caretaker after a long period of time finally talking to Whumpee again and not knowing what to do: "Hey, friend... why are you so shy?" *laughs nervously* "Ain't like you to hold back, or 'hide from the light' like that."

Whumper to Whumpee, maybe when they finally start to break a specially defiant Whumpee: "Own, old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back, or hide from the light!"

Bonus points for creepy grins while Whumpee desesperately tries to make themselves as small as possible in a corner of the room

Or maybe, a finally free Whumpee, taking their revenge and hurting Whumper just as they did to them: "Old friend, why are you so shy?" They start, with an obsviously fake friendly voice. "Ain't like you to hold back", they continue, an emotion darkening their eyes and sharpening their voice.

"Oh hide from the light."

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Thinking about a royal whumpee's crown being melted down and reshaped into a shiny, metal collar

[veny-many]

my body: just go to sleep you are so stressed these days

my brain : Make Plo suffer

my brain : Make AU of Plo survived Order 66 just to witness the dead CTs on his plane clash and Wolffe is still hunting him while he desperately tries to disobey order inside his body when he pointing his blaster to his devastated general.

Me: Yes, now let me sleep I already suffered enough

[the-dump-of-whump]

Payback - 21

Long time no update, yes I know it’s almost been two years.

TW: manhandling, forced to strip, and stress positions

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Victor was kneeling on the floor waiting for Alexi who was making coffee for himself and Ridley. Ridley was sitting in the wingback armchair across from him, his pet was sitting barely clothed in his lap, he was whispering something in its ear, his arm wrapped around its waist. Alexi came back with two mugs of coffee. He set them down on the coffee table. Alexi took his seat next to Victor.

“Well let’s get to business.” Alexi sighed.

“I think you should take it into the forest and put it down, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”

“No, out of the question.”

“How about this, I get to do what ever I please with it?”

“Time frame?”

“Maybe two hours?”

Alexi mulled it over.

“Alright but no permanent physical damage. That means no scars and no broken bones.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll find plenty to do.” He grinned at Victor.

“Alexi you can’t-” Victor shuddered

Alexi grabbed his face, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“I very well can and I am.” Alexi drawled “You can’t steal from me and try to kill my friend.”

“But-”

“End of discussion” Alexi snarled.

Alexi let go of Victor and stood, he pulled a thin leash from his pocket and clipped it to Victor’s collar. Ridley smirked. He was dragged downstairs and to the very end of the hall, the last room. Alexi opened the door and shoved Victor through, Ridley and his pet followed close behind, Alexi locked the door behind them.

“I assume you remember where every thing is?” Alexi asked.

“Yup.” Ridley grinned.

“Well, have at it.” Alexi sighed as he sat down on the couch.

Ridley grabbed Victor by the wrist and dragged him to where he wanted him.

“Strip”

“No”

“No?”

Victor nodded.

Ridley backhanded him.

“You will do as you’re told.”

“And what if I don’t”

“Victor play nice.” Alexi sighed

Victor tensed before proceeding to take off his shorts and top, he folded them neatly, set them on the ground beside him, straightened with his hands in front of him.

“C’mon don’t be a prude,” Ridley snickered “boxers too.”

Victor froze. he glanced over at Alexi, who glared back. He swallowed hard then pulled off his boxers.

“There we are” Ridley sighed “Stay”

Ridley grabbed a tea cart from against the wall then went over to the cabinets and began to select the implements of Victor’s punishment. A few moments later he pushed the cart over next to Victor, and stepped in front of him.

“Put your hands out.”

Victor did as he was told and Ridley locked a set of hand cuffs around Victor’s wrists.

“Hold still right there.” Ridley instructed as he walked over to the wall

Ridley lowered a chain from the ceiling with a hook on the end until it hung at chest height in front of Victor. He walked back in front of Victor and looped the hand cuffs on the hook. Then he disappeared behind him again.

The next thing Victor knew his arms were beginning to rise. They lifted higher and higher until his hands were above his head. That should have been all, in Victor’s mind, but nothing stopped. A panicked squeak left him as his heels began to lift off the ground. This was met with being told to “shush” from Ridley and a soft glare from Alexi. Soon even his toes didn’t touch the ground. Only then did the slow upward movement cease. The strain on Victor’s wrists and shoulders was immense.

“Now” Ridley said as he moved back in front of him “what to do first?” He picked something up off the cart “ah, this should do.”

Victor craned his neck to see what Ridley was doing.

Ridley was wrapping his hands with some sort of tape. He flexed his fingers a couple times, then made a fist, then the fist was colliding with Victor’s cheek

***

To be continued

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[stagelightwhump]

Whumpee who had been told, well-meaningly, that no one could save them but themselves.

Whumpee who takes that to heart, in the most literal way possible.

Whumpee who, after exhausting all of their options for escape, gives up. Lets themself be tormented, even when they could easily call for help.

Whumpee who knows only they can save themself, and since they can't do that, they do nothing. They accept their fate.

No one can save them if they can't save themselves.

[unforgivenn]

the character owned by @thematchlessartist <3

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[whumpthefifth]

Whumper who mocks whumpee’s speech patterns — whether it be an impediment, like a stammer, tic or breakage, the speed in which they speak, or a heavy accent with stilted pronunciation. Whumpee tripping over themselves when stressed, trying to get the words out, Whumper mocking them, telling them to s-sp—spit it out, can’t you even t-talk p-properly? What are you, s-stupid?