#whumpee types

[whumpster-dumpster]

Hi Red! I hope you’re doing okay! I wanted to ask you what are the kinds of Whumpees, like “Stoic Whumpee”, for example. Can you make a short list?

There are many kinds of whumpees because every one's personality is different, but some of the community's general favorites are:

Stoic Whumpee, who may be more reserved and internalize or suppress their emotions

Defiant Whumpee, who holds onto their anger, spite and snark to stay strong

Soft/Cinnamon Roll Whumpee, sweet, kindhearted, possibly naïve, a contrast to the cruelty they endure

Comic Relief Whumpee, the one who uses lightheartedness and humor to hide the pain

Pet Whumpee, treated like they're meant to owned, made to act like they're beneath others

Nonhuman Whumpee, who could be anything from a mercreature to an angel to an alien to a mutant to a robot, etc.

Magic/Superpowered Whumpee, who may be exploited and exhausted for their special abilities

Tiny Whumpee, who, true to the name, is smol and typically has a tol counterpart caretaker or whumper

Broken Whumpee, who has given in, given up, who feels hopeless, unsure if they have the strength to survive

Caretaker-Turned-Whumpee: the usual helper and healer ends up needing someone else's aid

Whumper-Turned-Whumpee: the usual bringer of pain ends up getting a taste of their own bitter medicine

[whumpwillow]

Types of whumpees, a comprehensive list

this is really more for my own personal reference since I need to write everything down because my brain is made of smashed banana and cannot remember anything ever. 🍌

species / role:

mortal whumpee, the average human being

immortal whumpee

vampire whumpee

demon whumpee

angel whumpee

phoenix whumpee

elf whumpee

faery whumpee

tiny whumpee

giant whumpee

android whumpee

cyborg whumpee

robot whumpee

draconic whumpee

mer whumpee

dryad / plant-person whumpee

mage whumpee

royal whumpee

bodyguard whumpee

knight whumpee

naga whumpee

werewolf whumpee

dhampir whumpee

genie / djinn whumpee

ghost whumpee

zombie whumpee

undead whumpee

selkie whumpee

pet / box boy whumpee

guard dog whumpee

living weapon whumpee

assassin whumpee

spy whumpee

rebel whumpee

deity whumpee

slave whumpee

mafia boss whumpee

CEO whumpee

whumper-turned-whumpee

caretaker-turned-whumpee

villain whumpee

superhero whumpee

sidekick whumpee

civilian whumpee

famous whumpee

known whumpee

returner / regressor whumpee

monster hunter whumpee

behavior:

defiant whumpee

stoic whumpee

weak whumpee

cowardly whumpee

pathetic whumpee

obedient whumpee

prideful whumpee

detached whumpee

enduring whumpee

feral whumpee

vicious whumpee

powerful whumpee

bargaining whumpee

disbelieving whumpee

hopeful whumpee

hopeless whumpee

self-loathing whumpee

regretful whumpee

conditioned whumpee

Feel free to add on to this post if you think of any more!

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

what’s your favorite type of whumpee?

Any named Barry Allen

Defiant 100%. They exasperate the shit out of me and it's excellent. Plus, it's super nice to see them become less and less defiant as they slowly break down :>>>>

[viva-la-whump]

Whumpmas in July -Day 26

Day 26 - Describe your favorite type of whumpee

I love the leader or the weak one!

The leader is the one who's used to taking the pain for his team, staying as stoic as possible, holding out for as long as he can to protect his people. And when he does finally break, it's after much pain and suffering. And what's great is that since he's the protector, he's not used to being the one who is protected. But now that he's in such a weakened state, it's his team's turn to take care of him.

As for the weak one, this is the one who's not used being in such a situation and the rest make sure he never gets in trouble or gets hurt. But then the inevitable happens and this poor guy is in for a world of hurt and the others' worry for him is off the charts. He tries to be strong, but he just can't, and it seems to take forever for his team to come and save him.

OOOH!! Bonus points for the caretaker/healer! The one who heals being the one who needs to be healed! And the others aren't as skilled as he is when it comes to healing, so it's a bit of a rough ride. And when he's actually conscious, he needs to instruct them on what to do, gritting his teeth through the pain.

[otherworldly-whump]

Idea help

Quick someone help me brainstorm some like broad major classes of wumpee's i have such a good idea but my brain keeps betraying me and stopping me from getting more then like 3

i have like

-defiant

-survivalist

-docile

-pet

[aceofwhump]

Perfect. Yes. 100% accurate. Those indeed are my ideal men. 👏👏👏

I finally caved to my id and made a uquiz. I hope the whump community is happy!

[whumpdaydreamerx]

That moment when Whumpee overwhelmed with the pain of their injuries, screams and yells Caretaker’s name in desperation. And all Caretaker can do to stop their agony and writhing, is gently quiet them before getting started on treatment.

The “Shh, shh, shh. I know…I know” as they take a moment to brush a hand through Whumpee’s hair or cup their cheek. Softening their features to comfort them.

[letitbehurt]

Whumpers inspecting Whumpee. Circling them with an appraising look, testing the roughness of their hands, the strength in their legs, even digging their fingers into Whumpee’s mouth to check the health of their teeth. They mention the “damage” Whumpee sustained from a previous Whumper. They mention Whumpee’s beauty, or their deformity. They mention that this should affect their value.

They treat Whumpee like cattle.

[pyrepostings]

The buried alive trope but thrown, paralyzed but completely feeling, onto a funeral pyre

[deluxewhump]

The bahkauv

Bite

Stephan is bitten and will not get free by physical strength alone

They’d travelled all day without incident. Francis was confident in the decision to leave their fourth member unmuzzled, unbound except for his ankles, which were constrained only enough that he could not take more than one short stride after the other. Once they chose a camp, Francis slid the saddle from his grazing horse, setting it on its horn at the base of a tree.

Stephan screamed out a curse, and Francis turned in time to see him pulling back his hand from the mouth of the bahkauv— to no avail. The jerk of his arm did nothing to dislodge the teeth in the buried in the heel of his hand, and only made it more apparent that he was bleeding. He struck the boy—the creature— on the side of his head with his left fist. Their bahkauv only yelped deep in his throat, and hung on ferociously, as if for his life.

Francis got the immediate impression he hadn’t meant to hurt. He had reacted in fear, a distrustful instinct triggered by a thoughtless moment on Stephan’s part. Now that he had a mouthful, he was afraid to let go.

Arthur grabbed the bahkauv by the back of the hair in a tight fistful, but the vicious yank he gave it only made Stephan curse at him, too. Francis rushed forward but stopped, suspecting yet another human presence would only send the bahkauv into a deeper panic.

“Let go,” Arthur growled, gripping the boy-creature tightly by the hair like it was the scruff of an animal’s neck. Stephan winced in pain, watching blood drip from his fingers to the ground. He cursed again, loudly. The bahkauv flinched, wide eyes raising to the man he had in his sharptoothed grip.

“Arthur, enough!”

Stephan was the largest and strongest of the three of them, used to felling trees and cutting lumber for carts, barns, or even ships. If his blow to the bahkauv’s head could not pull his hand free, the three of them might not be able to, even together.

“Arthur, you’re not helping,” Francis insisted. “Let go.”

Arthur shot him a doubtful look but couldn’t deny the situation had not improved since his intervention. He let go, shaking a clump of hair from his fingers as if it might be tainted with magic.

Stephan turned his head toward Francis, grudgingly calm despite the pain. “Get your fucking beast off me before it takes my hand off.”

“I’ll only make it worse as well,” Francis said evenly, though his heart was pounding like a drum. This was his fault, after all. Maybe they’d have known what to do with a vampire. If he’d just been satisfied with that, they wouldn’t have this unpredictable creature on their hands. He didn’t even know what a bahkauv bite could do. Their new purchase looked so disconcertingly human from a distance of just a few feet, it was easy to forget he was not.

“He’s scared. He bit you because he was scared and he’s not letting go because he’s scared. We can’t rip him off without making the bite worse. Talk to him.”

Stephan groaned as his hand continued to drip blood. The veins in his forearms were bulging and blue, a new sheen of sweat beading his forehead. “It doesn’t fucking understand us, mate,” he gritted with reproach.

“I think we’re wrong on that too. Just try.”

Stephan took a sharp breath through his nose, jaw working visibly as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.

Arthur took several steps back, showing his hands in accordance to the new plan. The bahkauv’s dark eyes followed him before snapping fearfully back to Stephan.

“Let me go, Devil.”

“Well don’t talk to him like the hunters,” Francis said, exasperated. “Honey. Not vinegar.”

Stephan dropped slowly to his knees, his hand still tight in the bear trap of the boy-creature’s sharp teeth. Confused, the bahkauv followed suit, lowering to follow the man closer to the ground. Now kneeling, blood dripped between them like a ritual. Stephan swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them.

When he spoke his voice was low, nothing like his gruff curses before. “You can’t hold on to me forever, you know. You’ll have to let go sometime so we can give you something to eat.” He actually smiled, strained as it was. “Something other than my hand, that is.”

Francis and Arthur exchanged a glance. The little monster was listening, watching Stephan intently. His chest rose and fell with his own frightened breaths, otherwise completely still. The blood around his mouth and the flash of sharp teeth was the only thing that made him look feral, something other than entirely human. And something unnameable in the eyes Francis was eager to study, once he had the university laboratories and libraries within reach.

“I’m very sorry I struck you,” Stephan continued gently, as if he was trying to soothe a spooked horse, or charm a snake. “You frightened me, is all. When you let me go, I promise not to hurt you. I understand. My friends do too. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Francis marveled at his composure, despite the bloodied hand still being held tight between teeth. Only the bloodless pallor of his friend’s complexion gave away the pain beneath his softened voice.

Stephan, usually gruff and straightforward, tilted his head in a gesture of genuine thoughtfulness. “Do you understand our words, or only our actions? Can you read my thoughts? How can I talk to you, hm?”

Cautiously, he raised his non-injured hand from his side, slowly bringing it to the side of the bahkauv’s head where he’d struck him just minutes before. He hovered in midair for a moment, waiting to see if he got a strong reaction. Francis was afraid Stephan might get his hand free only to have the other one bitten. But when at last the open hand touched him, the bahkauv only whimpered, a stirringly human sound.

“You’re alright,” Stephan said, stroking the dark hair with his calloused woodsman’s hand. It looked huge on the creature’s delicate head. “Just an accident. It’s alright to let go now. I won’t harm you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind a pointed ear. “I need my hand back now, little beast. If it please you.”

Francis thanked the gods when the bahkauv’s jaw moved, unsticking his teeth from the meat of Stephan’s hand. Stephan’s jaw muscles worked with the effort to stay quiet, lest he frighten the bahkauv again. He drew his bitten hand close to his chest, and when he took the other off the bahkauv’s hair, Francis couldn’t help but notice the way their captive tensed, watching if the hand would strike. Stephan doubled over on his injured hand, finally able to staunch the bleeding. He hissed a string of curses under his breath, but made good on his promise of no retribution.

They must make sure that remained true, and that none of them do anything to break it. How else would they ever hope to gain their captive’s trust? And without trust there could be no humane method for control.

The bahkauv dropped the rest of the way to the ground, backpedaling several feet until he was pressed flat to the trunk of a spruce tree, ankles still bound to ensure he could not try to run again. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his wrist, almost as if unsure how it got there.

Arthur was already headed to the horses, where the muzzle was hanging on a branch alongside their bridles. He approached the base of the tree with it like a man about to lasso a rabid animal. But the bahkauv took it with the stoic compliance of a prisoner.

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[whump-queen]

whumper pretending to be mad just to see whumpee squirming and groveling and apologizing within a second because they don’t know what they did wrong but fuck they’re so so sorry and they’ll do anything to make it better—

“sir please—please let me make it up to you—I promise I’ll be better I swear—just please—”

[whumpwillow]

✨Now accepting: asks with different types of whumpees!✨

Send me a type of whumpee that you like, can be anything from “royal whumpee” to “stoic whumpee” to “whumpee with shit coping mechanisms that’s consistently trying to self-destruct” Any kind of whumpee you like!*

*please no lady whumpees or minor whumpees

[foundfamilywhump]

truly i don't care who thinks it's stupid or boring or "doesn't count" or can't be as intense as what they think of as "real whump" or whatever else, whump with comfort and recovery and caretaker(s) is always going to be my style of whump and i'm gonna have a blast vibing with people who also enjoy that

[chaotic-orphan]

Partners in Crime (Merry Whump of May: day 21)

Charismatic : “sit”// vial // balcony

Tw: forced swallowing of suspicious substance, handcuffs, small spaces

Completely unedited :) so read at your peril

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Casper let out a groan as the car finally came to a stop. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his legs bunched up in the tight space, there was no way to stop himself from hitting his head off a corner at the sudden stop. It only aggravated his headache from the beating Monroe’s goons had given him before they stuffed him in here.

Casper heard two car doors open and close followed by footsteps that got closer and closer to the boot. Casper knew this was inevitable, if you stuff someone in a boot and park the car, usually you’re going to have to remove them from the boot, but still… his heart pounded all the same.

It was Gavin who opened the boot and stared down at Casper with a wicked grin. “Enjoy the ride, Casper?”

“I’d enjoy it more if I didn’t have to see your face, ugly,” Casper replied, already moving to sit up in the boot which turned out to be more of an effort than he initially thought.

As soon as he sat up Gavin had a fist wrapped into Hero’s shirt and yanked him forward. Casper’s eyes went wide but he could do nothing to stop himself as his body went with gravity and he fell face first onto the concrete. At the last-minute Casper jutted his shoulder forward, taking the brunt of the impact there instead his face but it still hurt.

“You’re such a dick,” Casper spat, rolling onto his back and wanting to kick his legs at Gavin. He would have too, except for his legs being dead. His blood fizzed as feeling slowly returned to him. Gavin let out a stupid laugh that grated on Casper’s ears, hurting more than the fall.

God… Casper really wanted Monroe to just kill the fucker already. Give Casper some peace, hire better goons.

“Oi,” the other goon called, voice drawl and monotone. “What’s the holdup?”

“He’s being difficult,” Gavin said in reply. Casper heard a sigh and then the other guy walked around the car to see Casper lying on the ground. Casper instantly scurried backwards as best he could on his cuffed hands and pins-and-needle-riddled legs that was just becoming awake.

Monroe’s other favourite goon, who Casper only knew as Dante, was far scarier than Gavin thought he was. He was lethal, efficient and humourless. His pale eyed stare pinned Casper in place after Casper’s back hit the wall. Casper watched as Dante reached behind his back and retrieved his gleaming pistol, drawing back the hammer and loading a round into the chamber with the simple flick of his thumb.

Dante inclined his head, voice monotone as he said: “would you like to walk up to Monroe’s suite, Casper? Or crawl?”

Casper set his mouth into a resolute, thin line, trying to maintain any of his dignity that vanished when Dante was involved. “I think I’ll walk,” Casper replied, already pushing himself up by leveraging his back against the wall.

Dante’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t holster his pistol; he just walked over to Casper and grabbed the crook of his elbow before pushing him towards the lift that led to the hotel above. Casper knew exactly where he was. Dante had brought him here multiple times before. The handcuffs and the boot treatment was new, but Casper didn’t have to think twice about why he was cuffed. Why Dante was being especially impatient…

Gavin followed him into the lift and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. This was when the nerves usually kicked in, but today Casper was more scared of Dante than Monroe. Monroe, he could sweet talk. Dante was like talking to a wall. An imposing, emotionless brick of a wall. The only advantage Casper had for assurances that Dante wouldn’t kill him was Monroe’s… fondness for Casper.

On good days, Casper liked to think on his relationship like more of a partnership. Where Casper and Monroe were equals. That’s the way it had always been, but lately… well, things have been tense to say the least.

He cast his eyes to the ascending numbers of the lift, watching every floor rise until he reached floor 63: Monroe’s home, the penthouse suite.

Dante punched in the six-digit passcode to enter the penthouse, while Gavin nudged Casper with his shoulder. “You fucked up big this time Casper, I don’t think Monroe’s gonna be so forgiving.”

Casper scoffed, glancing back over his shoulder to Gavin. “Even if he kills me, it would be a blessing. At least I wouldn’t have to stand so close to you.”

“You just think you’re so smart, don’t ya?” Gavin cursed, shoving Casper forward. Casper didn’t brace for a push and so he stumbled forward, just at the perfect timing that the lift doors opened. Casper lost his balance but recovered slightly and only dropped to one knee.

“I don’t think I’m smart, Gavin,” Casper replied easily, getting one foot under him. He shot a smirk over his shoulder to the bull in a China shop and said: “I just know I’m smarter than you.”

Casper got his second foot under him and went to stand but froze when he felt Gavin’s meaty hand on the back of his neck.

“Why you little—”

Dante’s cool voice cut through Gavin’s no doubt colourful insults. “You’ve wasted enough time already.”

Gavin’s hand disappeared from Casper’s neck, instead Dante’s hand replaced it and yanked Casper up. Before Casper could protest, Dante shoved him forward, further into Monroe’s apartment, the threat clear. Keep walking or else.

“Okay, alright! I’m going,” Casper grumbled, rolling his shoulders, thankful his legs had stopped prickling and was now fully functioning. Casper walked into the kitchen and froze.

Sitting at the kitchen island with a steaming cup of coffee beside him sat Monroe. He smiled when he saw Casper and stood to greet him. A hand pressed between Casper’s shoulder blades shoved him further into the kitchen, barely catching himself.

“Casper,” Monroe greeted, his voice soft and melodic like a warm tenor, pleasing on the ear. “I’m so happy to see you.”

Casper bit back his unhelpful reply and just beamed a smile at Monroe instead. He had to play this safe, otherwise he’d probably end up dead. Casper matched Monroe’s steps forward, shrugging as casually as he could with his hands cuffed behind his back.

“Yeah, well. Not every day you get thrown into the boot of a car by two goons, is it?”

Monroe’s grin was sharper than a Stanley blade as he extended a hand to Casper’s forehead where Gavin had slammed his head against the ground to stop him from fleeing.

“You’re bleeding,” Monroe said, tenderly touching the broken skin around the wound. Casper barely caught the greedy look in Monroe’s eyes before he pressed his thumb to Casper’s cut. Casper hissed and recoiled, but Monroe caught the back of Casper’s head with his other hand and kept him still. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes!” Casper hissed, trying to shoulder Monroe away from him.

The corner of Monroe’s lips twitched up. “Good,” he said, digging his thumb in harder before pulling away from Casper altogether. The pain was more of an annoying ache really, a loss of sensation but he wanted to relieve it somehow. He wanted to reach up and press a tender hand to it, but with his hands cuffed he couldn’t really do much of anything.

He watched as Monroe strolled over to retrieve his coffee off the island, then shot a pleasant smile back and Casper.

“Shall we enjoy the sunset on the balcony, Casper?” He asked, but he was walking before Casper could answer. Casper glanced back to Dante and Gavin before setting his jaw and reluctantly following Monroe out to the balcony.

“I’d enjoy the sunset if you took these cuffs off,” Casper told Monroe, voice sweet like honey. Monroe smiled at Casper as he sat in his favourite cushioned armchair and set his coffee on the glass table in front of him.

Monroe gestured for Casper to take his usual seat in front of Monroe’s, “please, sit.”

“You know what, Monroe? I’d love a coffee, if you’re feeling generous,” Casper said with a sigh and a cheeky smile as he settled into his own cushioned chair.

Monroe laughed. “Oh, Casper… I am feeling a lot of things towards you at the moment,” his brown eyes cutting into Casper’s. “Not one of him is generous.”

Casper reclined back into the chair, kissing his teeth and switched his gaze to the bustling city instead. The sunset was beautiful, casting the buildings with soft orange light as the sun sank low into the blue and pink sky. Casper wished he could enjoy it like he usually did. Instead, he was here, sitting across from Monroe and trying his best to ignore the claw of fear that had gripped his chest.

“I thought we had an understanding, Casper,” Monroe began with his soothing tone and sugar-coated words. “I thought we was partners.”

“Yeah,” Casper said with a scoff, turning to look at Monroe. “I thought so too. Then, next thing I know Dante’s at my door, beating the shit out of me to drag me here to you! My phone didn’t break by the way, it still works. Normal people call when he need something.”

Monroe’s eyes flashed with a drop of cruelty, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

“Are you really trying to play coy with me, Casper?” Monroe asked with a laugh. “We both know you’re smarter than that.”

Casper sat forward in his chair and tried for a charming smile. “How about you take these cuffs off and we can have a lovely little chat, hmm? That’s what you want right? To smooth everything over.”

Monroe hummed, taking a sip of his coffee and glancing out across the city’s skyline. Casper huffed out a scoff and rolled his eyes, glancing back to the door to track where the other two arseholes was.

“Of course, Casper. We can have a civil conversation.”

Casper cocked an eyebrow, waiting for the and, if or, but. Monroe in reply, took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table between him. Casper made a point of looking at it — it was like a scientist’s test tube but smaller with a cork in it, or a vial of some toxic substance. The liquid inside was a deep purple where the sun hit it, but otherwise it looked black. When Casper glanced back at Monroe he was smiling, looking very comfortable and pleased with himself.

The warning bells was already blaring in his mind, so Casper just remained silent. Even if he wanted to speak, he wouldn’t know what to say.

“I’ll take off your cuffs, as long as you drink this.”

“I can’t drink it unless you take the cuffs off,” Casper shot back, agitated.

“Nonsense, “Monroe waved away, grabbing his coffee from the table and nodding at someone behind Casper. “That’s what I pay Dante for.”

A hand crossed in front of Casper, and he recoiled back, his heart racing. He jumped to his feet as Dante appeared in front of him, but a pair of hands on his shoulders dragged him back down to the chair and held him there.

There was a pop as the vial was uncorked.

“No, no, no! Wait!” Casper cried, struggling under Gavin’s hold as Dante stepped too between Casper’s legs that ruled out the use of his legs. “Monroe! What is that?!”

“Open up, Casper,” Dante said in the same monotone droll. “Don’t make me force you.”

Casper’s chest rose and fell too fast as he continued to struggle, turning his head away as Dante reached forward. A hand in Casper’s hair had him crying out as Dante wrenched his head backwards.

“Aagh! Get off of me!” Casper cried, twisting and turning, trying to stop Dante’s hand from getting closer or even better, spilling the fucking contents of the vial.

“Always so difficult,” Dante sighed, yanking Casper’s head back until he was staring at the sky. Casper grit his teeth to keep from crying out or opening his mouth. Dante leaned over Casper, pressing his forearm across Hero’s forehead, keeping him down and with his freehand he grabbed Casper’s nose and plugged it between his fingers.

Casper’s eyes widened, his struggles renewing as he realised what Dante was doing. Those pale, uncaring eyes stared down at Casper’s, waiting for him to open his mouth.

“You could have done it the easy way, you idiot,” Dante said, watching as Casper went purple from holding his breath. The struggling didn’t help with his lack of oxygen and Casper was afraid he’d burst or pass out and so —

Casper gasped and then the cool liquid was running down his throat. Casper coughed and sputtered, trying to spit it out. Before he could, Dante slammed his palm under Casper’s chin and dug his fingers into Casper’s cheek. Those pale eyes stared down soulless and bored.

“Swallow it, you child.”

Casper tried to twist his head free, but Dante didn’t let him. Dante slammed Casper’s head back again, so he was staring at the sky.

“Oi,” Dante drawled. “Do I have to cut off your oxygen again or are ya gonna behave?”

Casper pulled every ounce of hatred from his body into the glare he shot at Dante, his nostrils flaring but he knew there was only one way that this ended.

Casper swallowed the now warm liquid. “Is it gone?”

“Mmph,” Casper tried to affirm.

Dante tilted his head. “Swallow again.”

Casper obeyed. Satisfied, Dante let go of Casper’s cheeks and stepped away. Casper let his head fall forward, rolling his neck to try and get rid of the creak. Dante stepped to the side of Casper’s chair and snapped his fingers onto his palm in a ‘come here’ gesture that Casper understood to mean give Dante his hands.

Casper leaned forward, coughing slightly. Dante grabbed Casper’s cuffed hands none too gently and Casper heard the satisfying click that signalled his freedom.

Casper coughed again as he brought his hands in front of him, glaring at Monroe as he rubbed his wrists.

“What—” Casper said, cutting himself off with a cough. “What was that, Monroe?”

Monroe’s smile was cruel as he leaned forward in his seat, clasping his hands between his knees. Casper’s throat felt so dry, and swallowing wasn’t doing anything to relieve the scratchiness.

“You remember Colt,” Monroe said.

Casper raised his brows. “Yeah? Vaguely?”

“He works in science, in a lab more specifically. Remember he made those power dampeners that the police love.”

“Yeah, they’re not the only ones,” Casper spat pointedly. His wrists weren’t the only things those stupid cuffs affected. It left Casper’s abilities disoriented afterward, something Monroe no doubt wanted Casper to experience. That off kilter, claustrophobic—

Something lurched in Casper’s chest, as if someone had just hit him from inside with a hammer. Casper’s hand went to his chest, fingers digging into his ribcage.

“Something wrong?” Monroe asked kindly.

“What—?” Casper breathed before another pang hit him and Casper jerked forward, taking in two long, panicked lungfuls of air. Casper got to his feet, needing to get away because something was wrong. Something was so so… wrong.

His vision turned as if Casper was on a waltzers or something and he barely managed to brace himself with his hands before he hit the balcony floor, heaving.

“AGH! Mo— Monr—” Casper cried, screaming as his chest burned, spreading a current of pure pain from his heart around his body. Casper’s strength left him as his body convulsed and felt like it was burning. As if an army of fire ants was crawling under his skin, biting and cutting and burning.

Casper curled into a ball, grabbing his knees and digging his nails into his waist as his breath seemed to falter and stop and he was so hot, his mind blind with pain as stars burst behind his eyes and something was wrong!

Casper shivered, his clothes scratching and uncomfortable as he writhed in pain, loud whimpers and screams torn from his throat as the poison made its way through his veins. That’s all that little vial could be… poison. Monroe… Monroe was going to kill him…

As if reading Casper’s thoughts Monroe stood, pressing his heel into Casper’s shoulder and kicking him onto his back. Casper’s glare was probably teary and ineffective, but he glared up all the same as his energy ebbed and flowed through his body, shivering and almost paralysed.

“Yeah, nerdy Colt. Little genius really,” Monroe said with a casual shrug, crouching so he could get closer to Casper. Casper tried to lift his arm and push him away, but he could barely lift it off the ground. “Well, I asked Colt if he could somehow manufacture an ingestible version of the power dampeners.”

Casper’s eye’s widened in horror, mumbling out incoherent protests as his body spasmed beneath him.

“Oh hush, don’t worry. I don’t want your abilities gone, I just wanted to punish you for disobeying me, Casper,” Monroe said softly. His words anything but soothing. He reached out and brushed some of Casper’s sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and smiled down at him almost tenderly. “The effects are temporary, Colt assured me, maybe two or three days—”

“You’re a bastard,” Casper spat, teeth chattering.

Monroe grinned.

“The effects are temporary, Casper, but I hope the message won’t be,” he said as he moved his hand to Casper’s throat and squeezed. Casper’s body only responded weakly, his arm brushing Monroe’s trying to dislodge it, but Monroe leaned so his breath fanned Casper’s cheek. “And if the message gets lost along the way, well, I had back-ups made in case you need a little reminder every now and then.”

Dark spots crowded the edges of Casper’s vision and for a moment he thought Monroe was going to choke him out.

Dante said something to the side and Monroe raised his brows, intrigued. Then as lazily as he cut off Casper’s oxygen he stood to his full height and grabbed his empty mug off the table. Casper gasped in air, turning on his side as he guzzled in sweet, fresh air into his lungs.

His smile was the same, usual charismatic one he wore when he was trying to imitate a human being. “Wonderful. Well Casper, get up. Duty calls. You can’t just lie around on my balcony all day. I’ll put on the kettle.”

Casper rolled onto his back and stared at the colour-streaked sky, his body spent and his mind racing. All he wanted to do right now was sleep, or die, or kill Monroe and Dante— or all three.

As soon as he got his breath back, he’d do one of him. Maybe. Probably, for now he just stared at the sky.

“Casper!” Monroe called from inside. “If you don’t move in the next ten seconds, I’ll get Dante to administer a second dose.”

Casper held up his middle finger through the window, not caring if Monroe even saw it. Reluctantly Casper sat up and got to his feet slowly, using the furniture to help him up.

He had made up his mind: he was going to kill Monroe…

after coffee.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

[mintflavouredwhump]

God Whumpee

It's honestly shocking how little there is on divine whump or more specifically, gods getting whumped so here's a list of some of my own ideas:

Consuming poisoned offerings

Another god trying to usurp their domain

Undergoing a slow demise due to the loss of their religion/domain and knowing they can't do anything about it

Committing a mistake and all the other gods turn against them because of it

Watching a demigod suffer and feeling guilty about it

Being punished by having their godhood stripped from them

Ruling over a domain that is feared, despised or mistrusted

Cursing someone (e.g. a worshipper, a demigod, a fellow god) in a fit of blind rage and regretting it later as they watch the consequences unfold

Their reputation is unfairly tarnished because their followers keep misinterpreting their instructions for their own gain

Being betrayed by another god they trusted or didn't expect it from

A human suffering the process of deification as mortal flesh and brains can barely withstand so much power and knowledge

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had met the whumper before, but they would’ve never expected them to hurt someone to this degree. The whumper was cruel and relished in what they did, they didn’t even have a reason to hurt the whumpee, they just loved to hear their screams. The whumpee didn’t even know what they had done to anger the whumper, they had barely even talked.