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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
#whump#character types#whumpee types#stoic whumpee#defiant whumpee#soft whump#pet whump#magic#powers#non human whumpee#tol and smol#caretaker turned whumpee#whumper turned whumpee#answered ask#anonymous
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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!
#whump#whumpee#types of whumpees#whumpee types#whump list#whump resources#whump resource#whump reference#whump ref#a regressor or returner means someone who has gone back in time#which is something you'd see if you read literally any manhwa ever
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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 :>>>>
#asks#thanks for the ask!#whump#whumpee types#defiant whumpee#eatyourdamnpears#love your username btw
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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.
#me#mine#wij24day26#whumpmasinjuly2024#whump question#favorite type of whumpee#whumpee types#the leader#the weak one#the caretaker#the healer#yaaaas!!!!#whumpmasinjuly-archive
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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
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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!
#also my fav question was the muppet treasure island one#cause damn now i know why it was my fav as a kid 😂#whump#personality quiz#quiz#whumpee#whumpee types#stoic#stoic whumpee
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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.
#whump#Especially if caretaker is the hardened gruff type#that’s the good shit#🤌#whumpee#whump scenario#whump scene#whump prompt#whump tropes#caretaker#whumpee x caretaker#strong caretaker#worried caretaker#hurt/comfort#injured whumpee#injury treatment#screaming#pain#running a hand through their hair#writhing in pain#my writing#whump community
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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.
#something about Whumpee just having to stand there while they’re dehumanized#Whumper carding their fingers through Whumpee’s hair and commenting on how dirty it is#forcing Whumpee’s eyes open to study their color or to make sure they weren’t doped up to seem docile#Whumpees who ARENT just standing there#Whumpees who spit and yank and fight every touch#both types are SPLENDID#whump
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The buried alive trope but thrown, paralyzed but completely feeling, onto a funeral pyre
#That's what we in the business call a#PyrePrompts#Whump prompt#whump prompts#whump#whump scenario#whumpee#whump ideas#whump community#I was like 'how can I be Even More on brand'#Please it was a matter of time before I finally actually typed this one out
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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—”
#akia.txt#psychological manipulation#whumper just being an asshole for fun my beloved#ffuck I live for the instant begging and applogizing types 💅🏻✨💕#wow finally I post smth instead of queueing it out of anxiety#finally got my meds so hopefully will have the energy to finish this comic tn#begging#broken whumpee#conditioned whumpee#toxic whumper#terrible horrible no good#im sitting on a gold mine of toxic whumper content soo#hoping I actually have the energy and motivation to post more now#whump scenario#in which i overuse italics as usual#whump prompt#my prompts#whumpee dialogue
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✨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
#thought this would be fun#trying to engage more#whump#whump community#whumpee#whumpees#willow rambles#types of whumpees#whumpee types
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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
#gav gab#saw a couple posts that annoyed me yesterday lmao but truly this is where it's at#whump#i reblog a lot of types of posts here#but i'm so bored of people who think comfort existing makes something inherently less whumpy#like lmao okay have your preferences but stop being a dick about them#'whump with caretakers is so INFANTILIZING and STUPID and ONE DIMENSIONAL and BORING' what all of it?#all of it eh????#every single thing?#are you perhaps having a kneejerk emotional reaction to a word being used as a broad shorthand#rather than having to type 'the person who is helping to treat the whumpee's wounds or is a supportive presence in their life'#'who also has their own life and problems and feelings and interests and isn't just a one-dimensional servitor for the whumpee'#every single time you want to make sure not to piss anyone off#and thus being mean to people for no reason? makes you think#anyways hurt/comfort and whump are not disparate genres and comfort and recovery doesn't make something not whump thanks!#and it doesn't make it inherently or presumptively less intense either#or less dark or less violent or less whatever#it just means it's not Purely and Entirely about suffering and nothing else#shrug emoji
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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.
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#Merry whump of may 2024#MWOM2024#MWOM#MWOM21#Merry whump of may day 21#charismatic#balcony#forced feeding#forced to drink#handcuffs#power dampeners#charismatic whumper#charismatic whumpee#Dante#my new favourite boy#what a man#lethal and emotionless#just my type#multiple whumpers#writblr#whump writing#whump snippet#whump drabble#my writing#orphan writing#mwm2024#mwmday21#mwm21
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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
#god whumpees are definitely up there in my list of favourite types of whumpees#i'm actually writing a series about a god whumpee that i'm going to publish on my writing blog#gods#goddesses#goddex#gods and goddesses#god whumpee#god whump#deity whump#divine whump#whump#tw poison#cw poison#tw whump#whump prompts#whump writing#whump scenario#whump inspiration
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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.
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whumpee#aramis stabs someone#whump prompts#whumper#I love putting random ass comments in my tags it’s like my personal diary hi#torture#also fun fact never have I been able to spell torture right on my first try#not because I don’t remember how- but because I type too fast and that word always gets fucked up
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Current whump thought: begging for someone else.
Whether it's a pitiful "You promised you wouldn't hurt them", or a "That's enough, let them go", or a desperate "stop it- No, leave them alone! Don't!". No matter if it's Whumpee begging for Caretaker's safety, Caretaker trying to get Whumper off of Whumpee, or even Whumpee #1 taking care of Whumpee #2 (or #3, #4...).
It's all so good.
#whumpblr#whump#begging#carewhumpee#ok i lied i really like when it's multiple whumpees trying to take care of each other <3 favorite type of whump
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