#prompt: forced to choose
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serickswrites · 1 month ago
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Faster
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, knife, forced to choose, forced to watch, self sacrifice
"Isn't this just wonderful," Whumper said as they circled Caretaker and Whumpee. They had been pursuing Caretaker and Whumpee for days and now they had caught their quarry.
Whumpee put themself in front of Caretaker. They would do anything to protect Caretaker. "You're a monster." They could feel Caretaker quiver with fear behind them. They had to keep Caretaker safe, no matter what.
Whumper twirled a knife in their hand. "That may be true. Doesn't mean I can't have fun." They stopped circling. "Tell you what, I'll let you pick who I hurt and how I hurt them, Whumpee. The other gets to go free. I won't go after them. I won't hurt them at all. I--"
"Me. I choose me. Do whatever you want to me," Whumpee said before Caretaker could say anything. They had to protect Caretaker.
"No!" Caretaker said quickly. They tried to step around Whumpee, but Whumpee put their arm out.
"Let Caretaker go."
Whumper grinned. "Ok! I like this idea! Run little mouse," Whumper said to Caretaker. "Run and don't look back."
Caretaker didn't move. Whumpee's heart pounded, the only thing betraying their fear. "Go, Caretaker, I won't be far behind."
"Lies don't serve you, Whumpee. You won't be walking out of here." Whumper twirled the knife again.
"I just need to be faster than you," Whumpee spat. They just had to get away from Whumper. Get the knife and get away.
"We'll see about that," Whumper said and they hurled the knife at Whumpee.
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bluehairperson · 2 months ago
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GORETOBER Day 1 and 5: Slit Throat and Nosebleed
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bedlamsbard · 6 months ago
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okay what I've learned from this semester and this round of grading is that if I ever use an essay prompt about premodern women again (extremely likely) I'll have to say "you cannot talk ONLY about how women were oppressed by the patriarchy or I will fail the essay" instead of "talk about the ideal woman of [insert historical time period + geographical location] vs. the reality of women in [time period/location] based on the evidence that we have" (obvs it was better phrased than that on the actual prompt and it would probably be different in another context).
I...I restructured the entire class so that we'd be able to talk about stuff Greek women actually did based on the evidence. thanks for showing you didn't come to class that day, look at the powerpoint online, or do the reading.
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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 28 days ago
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Whumptober #1373
Whumptober #23: Forced Choice
Like a sadistic optician, the torturer forces the whumpee to choose their interrogation tools. The torturer is smiling as they bring each object close to the whumpee’s face so they can’t avoid looking at each contraption. 
“One or Two?” 
“Two.”
“Three or Four?”
“Th- three.”
There's a clatter as each instrument is dropped to the table.
"Okay, and again, which is better? One or Two?"
Sadly, the whumpee is about to learn that even the least threatening tools can produce severe damage.
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mangosaurus · 7 months ago
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looking at prompt 1: favorite character for the jwct countdown like "ahahahaaaaa i wonder whoooo 😊" . meanwhile a traumatized darius bowman is staring at me from my pfp like 😰
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weirdstrangeandawful · 7 months ago
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"How could you?!"
"I didn't have a choice!!!"
"Of course you have a choice! Everyone always has a choice!"
"Is it nice? The fantasy world you're living in -- is the weather nice?"
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crazymecjc · 2 years ago
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vashwood week day two- names
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whumperofworlds · 9 months ago
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Whumper holds two tied up Whumpees--Caretaker's lover and Caretaker's sibling--over lava or a death trap. They give Caretaker a choice: who would they choose? Their lover or sibling?
Both lover and sibling begged for Caretaker to choose the other, telling them how important the other is.
Caretaker took a while to choose, so Whumper starts a countdown. Caretaker had to choose quickly, lest they want both Whumpees to die!
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amiserablepileofwords · 2 months ago
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Jester
Jester is too small. Too lightweight. Too weird in her jerry-rigged old combat mech — decommissioned, thankfully — that flirts with the regulations for the sacred game. She might be able to score a three pointer, or even a five pointer, but there was absolutely no way she’d ever be able to hit a thirteen, never mind a twentington, making her useless on the wangball field. So why was she out there for every game?
That was a question head coach Billings of the Dubauer Prowlers asked himself every time he fielded her. There was the fact that she’d come in as a package deal with Dancing Queen, their new star draft pick. If they wanted her, they had to take Jester as well. That had been the one thing she wouldn’t budge on. She needed her, she'd said. He still couldn’t quite understand why a superstar in the making wanted… that on her team, but he’d figured he’d be able to find some way around it, given time.
Unfortunately and more importantly at this late point in the season, he’d been assured by more than one of their own loyal supporters and even his players that if he benched Jester or gods forbid kicked her off the team, very bad things would happen to him, personally. So before every game, Billings grit his teeth, closed his eyes, prayed, and aimed the team’s chaos gremlin in the only somewhat safe direction: at the opposing team.
Read the rest of the story on Dreamwidth
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serickswrites · 2 years ago
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Make Your Choice
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution
Whumper was inches from Team Leader’s face. Team Leader could see every pore, every flaw in Whumper’s face. Including the vein that was bulging at their temple. Including the leaf of spinach stuck in their teeth. 
But there was nothing Team Leader could do. They were so restrained that it was amazing they didn’t implode, the chains around their body were so tight. They were so tired. So broken. So weary. Whumper had been at them for hours for many days. Hours of pain and suffering. All while their team watched. 
And now Whumper was inches from their face and Team Leader wanted nothing more than to head butt Whumper and wipe the smug grin off Whumper’s face. But they couldn’t. So they sat and listened. 
“I’m thinking of making a change, Team Leader. See that car battery over there? That’s what is in store next for you. Unless you choose someone else.”
“What?” Team Leader wasn’t sure if their ears were working properly. Whumper had been beating them for days. Maybe something else was off. 
“Pick from your team and I’ll give you a break. Won’t touch you again in fact. But make your choice wisely Team Leader. Who do you think will last longest against the car battery?”
Team Leader could hear their team struggling in their own chains. Could hear their grumbles of protest. Team Leader didn’t think they could endure much longer. But they couldn’t do this to any of their team. Couldn’t live with themself if they were forced to watch one of the team be tortured just so they could take a break. 
“Pick me! Me!” Teammate Two’s soft voice came. 
“Or me. Please. Me!” Teammate One’s deep baritone was louder. 
But the one that stood out most of all was Smallest Teammate’s. “Please. I volunteer. Hurt me. Hurt me. Let them all go and you can have me.”
Team Leader closed their eyes at Smallest Teammate’s begging. Smallest Teammate would do anything to keep Team Leader safe. To keep the team safe. Which is why they had to make this choice. “Me. I choose me.”
“Not an option I can accept. Sorry.” Whumper stalked over to where the team was bound. “Will it be the big one?” They stopped by Teammate One. “The quiet one?” They stood behind Teammate Two. “Or the precious one?” As they stopped behind Smallest Teammate, Team Leader tried to school their features to be flat. 
“Make your choice, Team Leader. Or I’ll make it for you.” Whumper began to card their fingers through Smallest Teammate’s hair. Smallest Teammate gave a small nod to Team Leader. 
“LEAVE THEM ALONE! I SAID ME!” Team Leader roared. They couldn’t let Whumper hurt any of the team. 
Whumper’s lips twisted into a grin. “The precious one it is then.”
As Team Leader screamed their protests, Whumper hooked up Smallest Teammate to the car battery, probes attached to their chest in various places. “I think you made a good choice, Team Leader. Look how cute they are. How long do you think they’ll last?”
“ME! ME! I CHOOSE ME!” Team Leader strained as much as their weary body could against the chains. 
“And you made a wrong choice.” Whumper said as they flipped the dial on. 
Smallest Teammate clamped their mouth shut as their body jerked and danced from the electricity coursing through their veins. They wouldn’t give Whumper the satisfaction. Wouldn’t let Team Leader hear how much it hurt. 
“Tough nut to crack I see, “ Whumper smiled again, “let’s see how you like this.” They cranked the dial all the way up. 
Smallest Teammate let out a blood-curdling scream as their world exploded into fiery pain and then they fell silent, their body still jerking and spasming in the chains. Their chin lolled to their chest, head moving on their limp neck with each movement. 
“LET THEM GO!” Team Leader roared. 
“Oh, I will. When I’m good and ready, Team Leader.” Whumper glanced down at Smallest Teammate, their gaze softening. “Though, who knows what shape they’ll be in then.”
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wistfulwatcher · 1 year ago
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i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit
written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).
prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)
read here on ao3
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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 2 years ago
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Whump Prompt #1116
Anon asked:
Any prompts for a character having their magic ripped out of them?
I can give it a go:
Is the magic trapped in something? A stone/painting/jewellery? Is this item then lost?
When they’re reunited with their magic, do they have to re-learn how to keep it contained/learn to get used to it again?
Do they have chronic pain from how the magic was removed? Do their fingertips sting? Does their head pound? Do they lose their vision?
Do they feel useless/helpless? Do they run away from their magical town/team?
Are they found years later after they’ve built a sense of normalcy? How do they react when they’re told they can get their magic back.
Are they reluctant at first? After some reflection they realised that all their magic did was cause pain... do they really want to do that again?
Do they only agree when a word of an attack on the town/Big Bad is on the way?
After all is said and done... do they want to keep their power? Do they become delusional with power? Do they beg to have it taken away again?
...or do they have a renewed sense of confidence? 
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faibleprompts · 3 months ago
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Daily Faible prompt!
Mission Impossible prompt made just for my dad
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whumpinthepot · 2 years ago
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@febuwhump 2023
Day twenty six: forced to choose
Imprisoned Whumpee is forced to choose a weapon that whumper puts out in front of them. Assuming its meant for whumpee to be tortured with they choose one that they think they can handle. What they don’t know is that the weapon they choose is actually going to be used on the whumpee in the cell next to them. The actual weapon that whumper is going to torture them with was what the previous whumpee before them chose, and whumper keeps doing this in every cell down the line. The way the whumpees faces pale when they realize they have no choice even when given a false one is too much fun to pass. Maybe the weapon they’ve chosen is the least painful for them, but whumpee who’s actually going to be tortured with it can’t handle it.
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ophthalmotropy · 5 months ago
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The thing about loving and losing rather than never loving at all is that you do not retain the experience of loving in a way that enriches your inner world. Love is a volatile emotion; you forget what it was like, and you're left with the vague mortification that comes with the awareness of having loved.
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quietwingsinthesky · 10 months ago
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thinking about even and jack meeting, because i think it would be hilarious. it’s not that flirtation goes completely over their head, it’s that anything that’s even slightly more complicated than ‘you’re pretty’ misses it’s mark because there are context clues they are not picking up on (autism) and innuendo they aren’t versed in at all (spaceship). which jack could obviously adapt to very quickly, i just think it would be funny for him to throw out something charming and just get sort of. squinted at.
#i cant fucking write pick-up lines to save my life but like for example. for example. jack: you must have some capable hands if the doctor’s#trusting you to help fly the tardis. ;) || Even: (aware that their job is mostly following instructions) I am very good at listening???#it cannot be subtle. they arent going to pick up on subtle.#cut to later when jack’s figured this out and also figured out that he can call even pretty and force reboot their brain for a solid minute#easiest work of charming someone in his life.#i dont think even has a crush on jack beyond like. the ‘i know like 4 people with more depth than passing strangers and you’re one of them#and also handsome and niceys to me.’#but that’s a factor here.#especially since jack is like. very openly physically affectionate in ways the doctor usually isn’t without the prompting of life or death#situations or success over life or death situations.#even deserves to have their hair ruffled is what im saying.#bless them. they would die immediately if they were shunted into the torchwood universe. there is a version of them that is fucked up and#able to choose violence but that version is very contigent on a specific situation person and lack of access to any other options.#if you put them in torchwood they would not resort to that. they would have a panic attack. and die.#but its fine. theyre safe in the tardis.#what was my point here. ive forgotten. i was going somewhere with this. rose was involved.#dw oc
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