#whump-in-the-closet

[brutal-nemesis]

big question!! dude can we please see a scene in the AU where castys has his tongue cut off and he has to deal with that? like man, the shock and the pain and the fuckin grief? and neteri just being herself ofc

anyway the latest erebus chapter was heartbreaking you’re so good at being awful to these lads (i can’t stop reading)

Thank you I try,,,,,

Okay strap in fellas I think this is banger as hell I had a great time and let me know if you have any other requests for the AU!

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Ingredients: shockingly, tongue gets cut off! some suffocation as well

Castys wasn’t great at sitting in chairs normally, something his parents had always reprimanded him for, but, hey, they’d never taken it as far as to fucking tie him to one, and Castys was grateful. This shit was uncomfortable. Like, yeah, the rough ropes around his wrists and ankles were tight and itchy, but also the position just sucked. Not that he’d rather be standing or something-

“You must be Castys!” The door had swung open, and now this little lady with a white coat on was walking up to him. 

“Yes, I’m Castys,” he said flatly as she scurried behind him before coming back without her bag. And then she just…stared at him. Castys wasn’t sure what she was looking at, since there really wasn’t much to see, just, like, him. Eventually her eyes wandered up to his, and she jumped in place a bit.

“Oh, right, I’m Neteri.” She stuck her hand out like she expected him to shake it.

“You know I’m tied up, right?”

“Ah. Yeah.” Her skin was dark enough that it wasn’t immediately obvious that she was blushing, but Castys was pretty sure she was. She ended up awkwardly grabbing his right hand and shaking it a bit. “I, um, I’ll be preparing you for this afternoon. Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Well, you’re not tied to a chair so I think you’ll be okay.”

She laughed. “You’re right, you’re right, but I’m just…I think I’m going to do something I’m not supposed to do.”

Castys raised an eyebrow. “Let me go because I’m funny?”

Neteri rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, so clearly she did think he was funny. “No, you’re staying put, sorry bud. But I think I’m going to keep you. You’re kind of perfect.” She tried to cup his cheek in her hand, but Castys leaned away, staring at her with wide eyes.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His mouth was really dry all of a sudden, he wasn’t perfect, he was a fuck-up, a useless heir, that had been his goal, he wasn’t good at anything he was supposed to be good at, he wasn’t well-mannered or polite, he had a huge fucking scar on his face and a lopsided smile because of it, he was filthy and vulgar and didn’t have any interest in getting married he was absolutely anything but perfect. So why the hell did she want him?

“It’s not important right now. You’ve got a big day ahead of you!” She clapped her hands, dismissing the subject entirely. He wanted to press her further, but after seeing the lovely object she pulled out of her pocket, everything else was forgotten.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Aw, what are you gonna do about it, Castys? I thought you were tied to a chair!” Great, now it was his turn to feel his face grow hot, because, yeah, what the fuck was he gonna do?

Normally, he doubted he’d immediately recognize it for what it was, but today, right now, after just being told this lady wanted to keep him, it was instantly clear. And Neteri was right, he was only able to squirm uselessly and lean away as she wrapped the collar around his neck without much trouble. His first swallow after she’d sealed it shut felt horrible, and he absolutely did not want to get used to it.

“See, it’s not so bad. It looks cute on you!” She ruffled his hair, which only made Castys more uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to be cute. I’m not a fucking dog.” He wasn’t sure whether the collar was part of Neteri’s weird desires or just to humiliate him, but either way he hated it.

“No, you’re not, but you’re also not a prince anymore, and you’re the property of the Xernan Empire, and this is a good reminder of that,” Neteri said as she walked around behind him, probably to her bag. Castys rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to be reminded that he wasn’t a prince, since it was his favorite new development in all of this. Unless…unless it wasn’t just a reminder for him, but for everyone else, too…He really, really hoped there wasn’t going to be some sort of public display, but given how Neteri’d said he had a “big day” ahead…fuck, that was probably the case, huh?

“Now, I’m going to…oh, I might get in so much trouble for this,” Neteri muttered as she stared at the floor, standing in front of him once again. She had leather gloves on, which would have been nice earlier when she was touching him, and she was holding…a pair of shears? He didn’t think she’d put on gloves if she was just going to cut his hair, and given that she thought she might get in trouble for it, it seemed like she was going to…maim him somehow. Castys curled his hands into fists as Neteri slapped her cheeks with her palms, still talking to herself. “No, I’m going to do this. I deserve it. It’s not that far off from what the emperor wants. Okay,” she held the shears up and gave Castys a concerningly bright smile. “Any last words?”

For once, Castys didn’t take the opportunity to speak.

Instead, he locked his jaw shut tight, teeth clenched so hard it hurt, lips pressed together, walls of protection around his tongue. 

That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it?

Neteri cocked her head, watching him. “Nothing to say all of a sudden? No jokes?” Her smile disappeared as her eyes narrowed. “You figured it out, didn’t you, Castys? What I’m going to do to you.”

He didn’t bother nodding.

Neteri stepped up to him, her knee on the chair in between his legs, leaning over him, her face right above his as he craned back to avoid her. “You’re going to have to get used to obeying me, Castys.” The cold metal of the shears rested on his cheek. “So open your mouth.”

If there’s one thing Castys was good at, it was disobeying orders.

After a few moments of neither of them moving, Neteri pinched Castys’s nose shut with her free hand, not saying a word. Fine, he could play that game. Hold on as the pressure in his chest built, as his head started to spin, as his vision started to darken, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just give in to the inevitable and take a breath. He could do it quick, a little gasp, fast enough that she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Okay, three, two…

The exhale was shaky, but it was fine, just a quick inhale as he snapped his mouth shut-

His teeth scraped against metal, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

Neteri stared at him with a detached coldness as she rotated the shears, forcing his jaw open wide, wide enough for her to stick her hand in and grab his tongue, pulling it out despite his attempts to pull it back, turning the shears to the side now, opening them up, the cold blades-

Snip.

Castys’s mouth was hot it was burning he was choking the smell of blood was so strong he was suffocating on it her hand was still in his mouth her fingers pressed against his wound magic piercing through his jaw he’d scream if he had the air and then that was it her hand was gone he lurched forward coughing and spitting blood and saliva all down the front of the threadbare shirt he’d been given and once he saw the discarded little piece of pink flesh on the floor he couldn’t look at anything else he couldn’t believe that was it it was gone it wasn’t in his mouth his mouth was empty there was only the blood still dripping out and when Neteri laid a hand on his back he wanted to growl at her not to touch him but he couldn’t he couldn’t say anything anymore he was quiet nothing to say no thoughts or opinions of his own just how his parents had wanted him-

“It’s alright, Castys, just breathe. It was a little more difficult than it needed to be, but you did it.” And why did it need to be at all? “Just two more things left today and then you can rest. And then hopefully…” Her hand slid up, resting on the back of his neck, on that awful collar, and Castys wanted to scream. He never, ever wanted to belong to her.

But what he wanted didn’t matter anymore.

Castys was dragged out and whipped and branded and left out on display, brought back and patched up by Neteri and given soup that he couldn’t taste, and when the door slammed shut behind her, he finally allowed himself to cry.

His back and chest hurt, of course, the wounds aggravated no matter how he moved or what position he laid in, but he could deal with it. It was nothing compared to what he’d lost, the little pocket of empty space inside his mouth.

Words were all he’d ever have to really fight back, complaining when he was forced to do things he didn’t want to, scaring off all the suitors his parents picked out, jokes keeping him calm when he was scared or upset, even when he couldn’t do anything he could still say something, make sure everyone knew how he felt, and now he was more helpless than ever before and he couldn’t say a single fucking thing. 

He didn’t even know where he was going to end up, either sold off to some asshole or left in Neteri’s clutches, and no matter what, he wasn’t going to be treated like a person. The collar made it pretty clear. He was less than human now, a pet, a lab rat, property, something that didn’t need to have thoughts or opinions anymore. 

He’d rather be a prince after all.

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@whumpedydump

[another-whump-sideblog]

📹 for kit?

- whump in the closet

📹 = Filmed and sent to caretaker

“Breathe, Kitty.”

Kitty is trying, but the air doesn’t want to come into their lungs, doesn’t want to be inside their body when all their body is is pain. Just one breath, please, they’ll breathe out soon and it won’t hurt anymore, it only has to be in their lungs for one breath and Kitty is stuck here so really it’s only fair…

Kitty feels a bit like they’re going insane.

“Smile for the camera. Say ‘cheese,’ Kitty.”

Kitty hates, hates, hates Jane. Through the pain, that thought is clear. They hate, hate, hate Jane.

“Come on, say hi to Bunny.”

Kitty groans. They don’t want Bunny to see. They don’t want anyone to see. They don’t want to see, they’ve been keeping their eyes closed because they know seeing their body bent at angles it’s not supposed to will just make it worse-

“Say hi to his new friends! The ones I’m going to kill because you couldn’t keep Bunny under control. They’ll see this too.”

Kitty just struggles for air. They’re worried their broken ribs punctured their lungs. Again. And it took so long to heal last time…

“Hm. Good enough.”

Jane’s not in the room anymore. Just Kitty, struggling to breathe and keeping their eyes squeezed shut so they don’t have to see everything Jane did. They hate Jane so much.

—

Hello!

You took something of mine. My lovely, stupid, pet Bunny. But I found you! You don’t know what you’ve done. You don’t know how badly this will hurt you. You don’t know how badly this will hurt your friends. Attached is a video to give you an idea.

Xoxo,

Jane

Barron had not been anticipating that email.

Maybe it should have. Its workplace isn’t magically protected, at least not in the way the cabin is. It’s not surprising that someone with malicious intentions could find its workplace, or its work email.

It’s a little unnerved, but not afraid. From what Liam’s told it, Barron knows that if Jane actually knew about the cabin she would’ve killed it already. No, it’s an empty threat.

Barron doesn’t want to watch the video, and it really likes the idea of just deleting the email, of not playing Jane’s game. But… it might be important. There might be some valuable information in that video.

The minute Barron clicks start, it regrets it. It takes a second to register the writhing, blood-covered subject of the video as human, but once it does…

Barron fasts forward through the video. It’s nothing but Liam’s friend being tortured. But maybe the audio has some information?

In the end, Barron wishes it had just immediately deleted the email like it wanted to. Curiosity got the better of it. Why would a video like that show any of Jane’s weaknesses, anyway?

It deletes the email. It’s not going to tell the others about it. It doesn’t contain any knowledge they don’t already know, and while Barron would normally consider a threat something the others should know about, the threat feels too hollow to be of any real importance.

With any luck, Barron will forget about the video soon enough anyway.

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

@i-hate-happy-endings

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Look all I’m saying is that the ball boys in tennis are the most Whumpee coded thing I have ever seen

They stand a perfect attention completely focused on their task

They’re quiet and non-intrusive

When it’s time to complete their one given task they bolt onto the field, immediately off, and resume the position as quickly as possible

They wear uniforms

They’re not paid

You know that clip of the poor kid that slips and bashes his face into the side? He just stands up with no fucking emotion and no one helps him. He just goes back to his job. Funny yes but also holy shit why did no one check if he was okay.

Why are there like six little whumpees running around every tennis match? Who allowed this? I wanna see them cry lmao

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 141

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[weirdstrangeandawful]

A whumpee or team of whumpees waking up with heat exhaustion or, god forbid, heat stroke because they're living in a building with no ventilation and their landlord doesn't allow air conditioning.

Brought to you by: climate change and my current living situation (yes, I can read legalese. my region is exempt from the law)

[dont-be-gentle-please]

Lap dog pet Whumpees and guard dog pet Whumpees with hidden superiority complexes towards each other.

[brutal-nemesis]

2 and 13 for Castys 🫵🫵

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Pretty loosely. He's met a lot of people, and he really enjoys friendship (since it's pretty much the only kind of relationship he can have), so he wants as many friends as he can have. If they've shared a drink or some kind of experience together, then he considers them a friend

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

Mainly when he's being sarcastic, which is often, but not all of the sarcastic smiles are fake, just some of them. Like if he's tied up and talking about how comfy he is, that's a fake sarcastic smile, but it's a real one if he's just joking around with a friend or something. He usually doesn't fake being happy or anything, instead just suppressing his negative emotions in a very ✨ healthy ✨ manner and focusing on whatever the hell to distract himself, so he's just generally in a good mood and doesn't have to fake smiles.

[another-whump-sideblog]

18 from the most recent ask game you reblogged with liam?

18. “I don’t wanna be here…”

You can’t stop crying. “I hate this! I hate being here, I hate Jane, I hate this stupid house and this stupid basement, and my stupid name, why won’t she believe I can’t remember it- I just- I just want it to stop. I don’t wanna be here…”

Puppy gently bandages your back and doesn’t respond. You cry harder.

“I don’t want this, I don’t want any of this, Puppy, I want it to stop, I don’t want to be here.” There’s nothing she can do. Nothing either of you can do. You’re just whining, as if it will change anything, but it won’t. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here.”

Puppy runs her fingers through your hair and hums softly. You lie against her and cry. “I just want it to stop. I want to be anywhere else. I don’t want to be here.”

“That’s enough.” You jump at the sound of Jane’s voice. “Go back upstairs, Puppy. Bunny needs more alone time with his Master.”

You don’t want to be here at all, but you definitely don’t want to be here alone. Puppy has to pry you off of her.

“Puppy! Do something! I don’t want this, I don’t want to be here, please! Help me!”

Puppy goes upstairs. You can’t stop crying.

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

@i-hate-happy-endings

the flinch that betrays a defiant whumpee’s terror

the curse that’s broken off by a plea

a small shudder that they fail to suppress

the choked breathing in between the sarcastic comments

what good is their defiance when whumper kicks their legs out from under them, leaving them on their hands and knees?

The blood on the concrete is their own and whumper kicks them when they’re down.

“Do you think I’d forgotten?” Whumper smiles and leans down. “Do you think I’d forgotten how to make you bleed?”

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #1,614

Character A gets sick! As Character B looks after them, they're not surprised to see Character A acting strange and unlike themself. But as time goes on, they start to notice a pattern in Character A's unusual behaviors...

On Character A's side, Headmate A1 – who doesn't normally front around Character B – has become frontstuck, and expects that they'll have to ride out the illness before they'll be able to switch out. Oh, joy.

... Did they ever tell Character B that they're a system, by the way? This illness is making it hard to remember if they did or not...

[familyofpaladins]

Yes he needs to be whumped more I will break Raph lol

YEEESSS!!

He needs to be whumped more in canon and even in my own mind. because, like. Leo tends get whumped in my brain the most because he's a fav and its SO EASY to do.

Bjt while raph is also a fav, I think it's harder to whump him because I dont think (physical) whump really bothers him all that much. Like yeah he'll be grumpy while he heals and probably irritated that he got hurt, but he'll grin and bear it and brush it off.

So that leaves the more emotional whump/angst route, (which I personally dont like as much as the physical whump sometimes).

So most of the Raph whump scenarios in my brain are more like "hey raph, wouldnt it suck to be hurt enough that you cant help your brothers when they need you? That if you'd been okay you could have helped them, could have saved them? But you were hurt and couldnt fight the pain long enough to save them? Wouldnt that be terrible >:3 ? (Raph: YES?! WTF)

But yeah I think him losing his brothers or being unable to help them would be worse than any physical injury he could get.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

okok I had a dream that this super wealthy aristocratic family was throwing some big party. The family had three adult sons, two were married, and one was single, and the single one invited me to pretend to be his date, but I was really there to help him investigate the family and uncover the shady things he suspected the rest of them were doing

Party/event goes on, we keep sneaking off and looking for things, I think eventually I found an incriminating journal? I don't remember what the details were but there was a lot of corruption (and murder)

Well, we got found out by the other brothers just when we were on the verge of proof, and ended up cornered on the steps outside the manor.

The guy I'm with tries to get them to talk it out, and removes a pistol he was carrying and sets it on the ground behind him. His brothers do likewise, but just when I think we might be fine, one of their wives comes out with a gun and fires at both of us, giving the brothers time to grab their own weapons.

Me and the guy hit the ground, and I can see blood on my shirt but can't even feel if I've been shot or not, but the guy definitely takes a few hits. I end up just playing dead, which is actually very hard because the brothers then proceed to throw us both down the stairs. One of them pries up a fancy storm drain cover and the other just drops us in.

So it's super dimly lit and very muddy, and as soon as the brothers leave, I hurry to find the brother I'm with. He's still alive, but not very conscious at this point, and is definitely bleeding from somewhere, but since the current conditions are sub-optimal, I just slap him awake and half-drag him through the storm drain.

We come up at the next drain cover, now faced with the very fun task of finding somewhere in the manor where we won't be murdered or ratted out so I can get a look at him. This ends up being a janitor's closet in the basement, where I literally just hose him down over the mop-washing drain.

He'd been shot in the side, leg, and upper back, and two of those still had bullets lodged inside, so I had to dig those out. Luckily there were plenty of clean cloths and stuff in the closet that I could use for bandages. The wound I got was just a graze, so I was mostly fine. From there, we started making a plan of what to do next, but that's about when I woke up.

[a-walking-human-disaster]

"Be Human"

Prompt Credit To @whump-in-the-closet! Amazing person. Prompt Post Used: Elf Whumpee

CW/TW: Possible Gore, Noncon Body Modifications, Imprisonment Also contains mentioned starvation, implied neglect of needs (like lack of water I guess), and past torture. There is also a description of throwing up.

Enjoy! - This is my first attempt to write whump, so sorry if it's bad.

Contains: Elf Whumpee & Human Whumper

❝You draw too much attention with those,❞ WHUMPER hissed as they stood outside the cell.

The cell door clicked open, and WHUMPER entered the cell, grabbing WHUMPEE by the wrist. WHUMPEE barely reacted to the action, limp as they were dragged out of the cell. They did not even have the energy to fight back even if they wanted. WHUMPEE's arm burned as it was pulled across the hard stone ground, with stray rocks stabbing them in the ribs.

Scars and bruises covered their body as a constant reminder of what happened in the past when they tried to fight back. Their deprived and starved form was not hard to move around due to the lack of weight. They let out a couple sounds of pain from their dry throat that ached with each soft sound that escaped their cut-up lips.

WHUMPEE was tossed forward into an empty room with nothing but a dirty floor. WHUMPER locked the door behind them, crouching down to WHUMPEE. They grabbed them by their hair, yanking their head onto their lap. WHUMPEE just whimpered silently as they watched WUMPER with wide eyes.

WHUMPER pulls out a jagged knife, pressing it against the base of WHUMPEE's right ear, "I've been meaning to remove these eyesores. You do not deserve any extra attention."

WHUMPEE feels their heart drop as they used some of the last strength they had to struggle. They did not want to even think of what WHUMPER had planned let alone feel it in action. WHUMPER clicked their tongue as they wrapped their free hand around WHUMPEE's neck, just enough to prevent movement.

The knife slowly was dragged upwards on the edge of WHUMPEE's ear, making them shake violently. WHUMPER grinned as they applied some pressure on the knife. It slowly started to break through the flesh, WHUMPEE shutting their eyes tightly. Tears started to burn in their eyes but they tried to blink them back. WHUMPEE did not want to give WHUMPER the satisfaction of seeing them cry.

WHUMPER starts to pull the knife back and forth through the flesh, using it as some sort of saw on their ear. The blood began to soak the side of WHUMPEE's head, dripping down the neck. WHUMPEE shifted and squirmed only to let out sounds of pain since WHUMPER would apply more pressure to the knife with every movement.

Once WHUMPER was done with the first ear, WHUMPEE's neck was stained with blood, and the top of their shirt had some red stains as well. WHUMPER pulled the remains left off, wiping the blood off their hand onto WHUMPEE's shirt.

"Stop fighting me, you're just making it harder for both of us," WHUMPER grumbled as they moved WHUMPEE to access the next ear. WHUMPEE was crying from the pain, on the verge of blacking out from the blood loss. As WHUMPER began on the next ear, WHUMPEE could feel their stomach twisting as their vision blurred. WHUMPER had barely broken through the outside of the ear with the knife when WHUMPEE passed out. from the pain and blood loss.

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WHUMPEE woke up in their cell, clothes, and neck still covered in their dry blood. They reached up to their ears, with some effort. Their ears were rounded, the flesh still bleeding out slightly and raw. Tears were already streaming down their cheeks as they processed the information.

Their stomach flipped as they curled up, hands grasping at their ears. The bile clawed up their throat, their mouth-watering. They tried to keep their mouth shut, refusing to let the bubbling liquid out of their mouth. But the feeling of fresh blood staining their fingers made them gag, and they lost the battle.

The bile slipped out their mouth, coating the ground in a clear white liquid. They hacked it up for a minute, leaving them curled up holding their stomach. Not only did their ears hurt but now their stomach ached. Their head was rested against the wall, smearing some blood on the crumbled stone wall.

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672 Words According To Google Docs. Thank you for reading! And thanks again to @whump-in-the-closet for letting people use their prompts!

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

An idea: a friend/teammate of whumpee offers their leather belt for the injured person to bite down on while they're being treated.

From then on every time they go to put that belt on they see the indentations of their friends teeth, a reminder of one of the worst days of their life

[thecyrulik]

An unsuccessful job interview but a successful trip at the same time.