#whump dialogue

[the-samcrifice]

Whumpee met Whumper's gaze in the mirror with a glare. "I look stupid." They deadpanned, glancing at the locket Whumper had put around their neck. On the delicate chain, were both Whumpee's and Whumper's initials.

"Hush now." Whumper crooned, wrapping their cold fingers around Whumpee's shoulder from behind them. "It tells the entire world that you're mine." They murmured against the shell of Whumpee's ear. "Now don't you dare ever take. It. Off."

[whumppromptoftheday]

"i will try everything i can to get home to you," caretaker sobs into the phone. they can hear whumpee's jagged breathing on the other end.

"they're a little choked up right now, you'll have to try again later," whumper says cheerily.

[whumpyboo]

you know what i really like?

"No- no, please- Stay awake, talk to me. Come on- just- Just keep your eyes open, please- please... We're so close- we- we're almost there- Just look at me!"

[whumperofworlds]

Whump Dialogue

"You think that I'll just sit here and let them fall into your trap?!"

"That's exactly what you'll do!"

[literarystarfish]

When Whumpee misconstrued one of Caretaker’s questions/concerns/casual comments to be something they are sorry for/ should be apologetic about or that Caretaker meant for them to stop doing that thing or was being demeaning about it.

“You’re bleeding!” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t get it on anything!”

“Does your ankle hurt?” “I can still do the [thing Caretaker asked if they wouldn't mind doing]. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“You’re sniffling…. Are you crying?!” “I promise I won’t be loud! I just can’t stop! I’m sorry!”

“You’re breathing a bit loud. Is your rib hurting again? … WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR BREATH?!”

“Your room was a bit warm today. Is that how you like it? I sleep hot so I would end up sweating all night with my heater on that high.” (A few nights later) “C-Caretaker? Is.. is it alright if I t-take the blanket from the couch to m-my room t-tonight?” “Of course! How are you still cold when you're room is so hot? Are you feeling well?— WHY ARE ALL YOUR WINDOWS OPEN?! ITS WINTER!!”

“You sure are hungry! Looks like your appetite is coming back.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take too much. I won’t eat tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Your hair looks different!” “I know… I'm sorry. I didn't really like it in [old-Whumper’s-favorite-style] so I changed it. I’ll change it back though, 'cause I know it makes me more pleasing to look at. I’m sorry.”

"Why are there bandage wrappings in the garbage?" "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your supplies without asking! Its just that one of my stitches opened up and it wouldn't stop bleeding."

[shattermind-8]

"I thought I'd update you on how the missing person investigation is going. They still have no idea where you are."

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Ready to come home?”

“You’d have to beat me senseless before I went willingly with you anywhere.”

“That can be arranged.”

[a-class-attempter]

Whumper dug their boot into Whumpee’s bleeding shoulder. “You will do it, Whumpee, I promise you. Why not save yourself the pain and just agree now?”

Whumpee spat blood up at Whumper. “I’d rather die!”

Whumper chuckled. “I can’t quite arrange that,” Whumper kicked them in the jaw, “but I can get you damn close.”

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

[the-samcrifice]

"Mine."

CW: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kisses, creepy whumper idk what else

It was about midnight when Whumper entered Whumpee's cell. The moonlight peeked through the window, making Whumper's skin seem to glow in an ethereal light. Their eyes glinted with sadistic triumph, and they knelt by Whumpee's glorified bed- a pile of blankets on the floor- crooking their finger in the universal 'come here' gesture.

"Whumpee..." Whumper whispered, as Whumpee groggily lifted their head. "Get up....come on..."

Whumpee didn't move, nor did they have to, as Whumper's cold hands wrapped around their tiny wrists, pulling them close. They allowed themselves to be dragged to the back door, allowed Whumper to lazily throw a sweater over their shoulders, bundling them up. They only made a meek sound of sleepy protest when Whumper pinched their cheek affectionately.

"Adorable." They cooed, and hurried them out to the back yard.

Whumpee blinked slowly, still groggy from the sudden wake up. They wondered what Whumper had planned, what they were going to do....But that's when they looked up.

The stars.

They were magnificent, twinkling, a tapestry of little lights over their heads. They couldn't help but stare, admiring them.

Whumper laughed, and gently forced Whumpee to sit on the grass. "Aren't they pretty?" They whispered into Whumpee's ear. Whumpee nodded, then yelped in surprise as Whumper yanked them close, pulling them onto their lap. Still ....they didn't protest, the fight beaten out of them a long time ago. They let Whumper guide their hands to wherever they wanted whumpee to hold them, touch them, allowing whumper to play around with their pliant body. Tonight, Whumper let Whumpee's hands nestle right against their chest, so they could feel their heartbeat through their fingertips. The spiteful part of Whumpee wanted to laugh...it was almost shocking to find out Whumper had a heart. Whumper let them relax, let them admire the night sky again....and Whumpee found themselves growing calm. Lethargic.

They were so lost in their thoughts, still awe-struck by the night sky, that they didn't expect it when Whumper nipped at their ear, soothing the sting with their tongue, making Whumpee shudder. Their hands tightened their grip on Whumper's shirt, almost as if that would ground them properly. It didn't.

"Shhhhh..." Whumper hushed, kissing the delicate spot behind their ear. "Don't you fuss....let me taste what's mine." Their lips traced their way to their jaw, pressing against Whumpee's skin. Whumpee whimpered at the sensation, now trying harder to pull away, but they were trapped in Whumper's arms...and there was no getting free.

"Shhhh...." Whumper said again, their kisses getting more desperate as they worked their way down to the neck. "Hold still... that's it...give me more..." They nibbled Whumpee's skin a little, kissed the bite marks, enjoying how Whumpee squirmed. "Like all the other lovey-dovey couples out there.. sharing a moment under the starry sky." They continued to kiss and suckle on Whumpee's skin.

It took a little bit, but finally, Whumpee relaxed, defeated, as Whumper continued, smirking against their neck. "There we go. That's a good pet. All mine...." they kissed their neck again. "...All mine." They kissed Whumpee's lips delicately, with only the stars and moon witnessing the moment Whumpee gave in.

[whumppromptoftheday]

"you have to get me out of here"

[belovedwhump]

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not gonna ask if you're okay, because I know you're not."

"Are you okay? Sorry, stupid question."

"Are you okay- oh. Oh! No, yeah, you're definitely not okay."

"Are you okay- Wait, is that... blood?!"

"I was going to ask if you're okay, but I think it's better if we just skip that and go straight to the hospital."

"I know you're not okay, but are you okay?"

"How not okay are you right now?"

"Can I ask if you're okay, or will you bite my head off for it?"

"Are you- Woah, there's no need for the death glare, I wasn't gonna ask that!"

"You're not dead, are you? Good. Just checking."

[wolfeyedwitch]

Whumper lines, but it's me to the mouse I just got out of my home:

"You're cuter when you're in a cage"

"You're lucky I want to deal with your corpse even less than I want to deal with a living you"

"Go, be free, get murdered by someone else"

[literarystarfish]

Love it when a character doesn’t show their pain or that they are dangerously close to their body’s breaking point.

Be it because:

they’re scared of someone else’s reaction

or they’ve been trained to ‘shut up about stupid little things like that’/‘work through it or else I’ll really give you something painful to whine about’

or they believe the mission is more important than their health

or they’re just stoic

or they refuse to show weakness because they think they need to be tough to be useful.

Because when whatever-it-is-that-they-are-hiding inevitably comes to light (only after getting so SO much worse because they didn’t care for themself, of course) the shock and vulnerability and desperation is sooo much better.

“I-I’m a-alright. P-promise…” “You can’t even stand up!”

“I think somethings wrong with— Did they just pass out?!?!!”

“But the mission!” “You’re hurt! Screw the mission!” “I-I’m f-fine! Don’t … don’t worry about me. Just… we have to finish the m-m-mis-mission.. it…it’s all that matters!”

“If you need help we can—” “No! I’m … I’m fine… Just… just let me do it.” “We don’t want you to hurt yourself even m—” “I’m FINE!”

“You’re burning up! Where did this fever come from so suddenly?! Come on. Let’s get you in a cool bath……. Is that a wound?! It’s infected! How long have you had this?!”

“What’s that on your clothes?……. Blood?! You’re bleeding!!” “It’s-it’s nothing…” “Nothing?! You need stitches!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” “B-because… you’d be mad at me for whining over something so small…” “What?! No! You need to take care of this! Let me help you.” “You… you don’t need to go through all th-this trouble for me….” “Its not trouble! I’d be glad to help you. Don’t ever hide something like this again! You could have hurt yourself even worse if you just left it like this!”

“I… I can.. I can keep going… I s-swear…” “You look like you’re about to drop any minute!” “I’m… I’m always tired…” “Not like this you’re not. What’s wrong?” “Nothing…”

[whitecoatwhump]

“Hey, hey,” they snapped their fingers in the whumpee’s face, “don’t pass out on me just yet. I need you to focus.”

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue i kinda go feral for

Characters who are unhinged/ self-destructive edition

"If I don't make it back, run." They know they don't have a fighting chance against the trap Whumper's set for them. They're still going to try.

"Shut up and fucking fight me." There's blood dripping from their nose and they wipe it away, lunging to their feet after being knocked down.

"Is it just me, or did you used to pack a better punch?" Sardonic, biting back the tears. They can't hear through the ringing in their ears and Whumper twists a hand into their hair, forcing their head up. "Just you."

"Don't touch me. I said, don't. touch. me." Whumper's hand finds their throat anyway and Whumpee, in restraints, can only snarl. Whumper smiles. "What are you going to do about it?" Whumpee's eyes flash, dangerous, brilliant, then bite down hard on Whumper's hand.

"Ah, yes, Whumper, remember when I said I would destroy everything you loved? I'm here to follow through on that." Behind them, something is burning and they're leaning on their weapon for support. They lift it slowly. "Ready? I am."

"Everyone get behind me. Now!" An explosion. Brilliant, flashing pain, then nothing.

"Fuck you-- don't lock me in here! I can still fight!" Whumpee slams their fist against the door as Caretaker reluctantly backs away from the glass, guilt-stricken. But they cannot let Whumpee leave. Not in the state they're in, not with the unhealed mass of lacerations on their back and arms. "So help me," Whumpee shouts through the glass. "I'll break this door down!"