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Conditioned whumpee prompts

Whumpee:

“Forgive me, I’m not trained to do that.”

“What do you mean by ‘no rules’, sir? Rules improve my performance.”

“I have purpose: to serve my superiors. That’s more than you can say.”

“I’m glad that I can please you, Master.”

“I have no wants or needs. I’m at your liberty.”

Whumper:

“I trust you, Whumpee. You remember what happens when you break the rules.”

“You serve my interests now. Not theirs.”

“Do you remember how terrible you used to be?”

“They don’t have needs. Their only desire is to serve me, I assure you.”

“I’m interested to see how much of that training I can undo.”

Caretaker:

“I don’t own you, Whumpee. Nobody does.”

“Rules? Um…don’t leave the lights on when you’re not using them?”

“One day you’ll understand that what happened to you was wrong.”

“I suppose this is just second nature to you, huh?”

“You can do a couple chores around the house if it’ll make you feel better.”

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--Threats--

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"oh, my darling.... don't you see..? You are not loyal, you are dependent. You do not love me. You need me. Pity for you, it was never mutual."

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"Such a shame, really. That one day that pitiful little 'family' of yours will realize they never really loved you. They act like it, sure, because they need you. Without you they would have to try. And you simply cannot let them. Can you? You feel so desperately to be wanted that you go for anyone who will need you. They'll never want you, Kyoko. It's as simple as that. You were tossed out. Pushed aside. Do you think the world would want you if they knew what you did? Of course not. If we hadn't taken you in. Made you the hero you are, you'd be a nobody. Still locked in your little chains, an animal for slaughter, put down for aggression. Now go do your job, or you'll find out just how fast the world loves seeing a hero fail."

Some Kyoko Achilles lore

@theobserverslookout

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purposefully using fragile or flimsy materials to bind whumpee because no, no of course you're allowed to struggle, pet. What I'm doing to you is painful, it's inhumane (like you). When you flinch and pull and struggle it just shows how healthy you are - it's reflexes, instincts. But you're better than that. You know that there are rules to follow, right, pet? You know you're not allowed to break my things. I'm just setting a limit - struggle as much a you want, flinch however much you need, but if that rope breaks or if that bolt gets loose - you know what'll happen, right?

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Whumpee that's just stress reliever

Inspired by this post

Content: restraints, beatings, punishments, prisoner of war

Whumpee is already on the floor. Whumper kicks them over and over with every word, said through their teeth in pure rage

Whumpee tied up as whumper lays down on the bed next to them and starts rubbing over their whole body, maybe using them as a body pillow, telling them about their stressful day

Whumper goads whumpee into talking back so they can feel justified taking them down to the punishment room

Whumpee that is used to this and is SO good at being submissive. Until their self-esteem is so shattered they barely look whumper in the eyes.

Whumpee is the "favorite" prisoner of war to whump. Their reactions are the bravest out of anyone there, and the soldiers often drag whumpee off to a different cell to "take care of them" together

Other POW's trying to get special treatment and hating whumpee for getting treated "better". And whumpee can't bring themselves to tell them others what's ACTUALLY happening.

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Daily Dose of Whump Day Fifty-Three

"How many times do I have to get it through your thick skull, whumpee?" Whumper growled out, teeth clenched.

"You are absolutely unlovable, absolutely disgusting, and absolutely unbearable. I swear I try and I fucking try. Every day it's something new. 'oh Master i broke the new vase.' or 'oh Sir i forgot to feed the fish'. You think I can afford these *selfish* mistakes of yours, whumpee?" Whumper snarled, lunging at the whumpee.

Whumpee looked up through tear stained eyes, not daring to meet his gaze. They started to shake. He pinched their wrists together tightly, above their head. The whumpee started to cower, the sharp words flinging spit in their face.

"You do. not. deserve. another. chance. You are worthless. I should've saved my money, and never bought you. I pity the poor owner who I give you to. Maybe they could save some money on a garbage whumpee like you. What a shame. Goodbye whumpee..." Master said, slamming the door behind him.

Whumpee collapsed on the floor, wrists stinging. They sobbed, loudly. They weren't supposed to make such ugly noises, but the Whumper never really was going to keep them for long.

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Emotional conflict with defiant whumpees

Content: slapping, minor whumpee, punishment, beating, whipping

Those short little glares at whumper that dart all over the room afterward, measuring their chances and not liking the odds

Defiant kid not sure what would be most insulting so they're a little tentative about it, watching whumper's reaction closely

Making a biting remark and getting slapped for it. Feeling the ache and sting in their cheek, they hold back the second half of that comment.

A whumpee that was pretty stoic until whumpee 2 came along. All of a sudden whumpee 1 is very effectively insulting whumper every time they walk into the room, drawing all the abuse onto themselves.

Whumpee that cares about whumper, so instead of yelling or making biting remarks, they try to tell whumper to stop and stand their ground, only to get beaten down again.

When whumpee is only defiant around other people, no matter how much punishment they get, but when whumper drags them off somewhere private, they struggle to keep up their bravado.

Whumpee may be routinely beaten, but they are whipped for mouthing off. They save it for when they're royally pissed off.

Whumpee is encouraged to be defiant, but still punished for taking it too far. They're also punished even more harshly for being boring. They're constantly agonizing over how far to take it.

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I'm here to bring y'all some living doll whumpee propaganda - and I mean living doll, not conditioned whumpee who thinks of themself as an object (those are good but y'all write them better than me).

And I do mean propaganda.

No mess, no proof of someone living having been hurt. Blood splattered means violence happened, but... What is a bit of broken porcelain, or whatever other material left on the floor, if not something to just sweep away and put with the trash?

No chance at salvation. Who would try to save Whumpee, after all? It's not like they're an actual, living, thinking being - yes, anyone else in their situation could (arguably, but in every setting there's at least one revolutionary) be argued as a person, someone could want to save them. But Whumpee is a plaything. Nobody will come for them.

Being made for someone else. Being made, their purpose defined from the start, whatever it may be. Specially good when that purpose is "take a beating without dying or breaking that much". Specially good when it very much isn't, but that's what happens anyway - with Whumpee not being able to even expect it, no matter how clear the signs, because that's just not how it's supposed to be.

Failing at that purpose, when it's the second - because now they're in pain, now they're suffering, and so it doesn't matter anymore what they were meant to do - they can't. And who- what even are they, at that point?

No chance for adaptation. Whumpee isn't a living being, after all: they can't get used to pain, to overstimulation, to discomfort, to stress. They can't grow around things, can't have their body change to save them, in whatever little ways a living being can make themselves survive - no scar tissue, no numbing of the feelings when it gets too much. Whatever happens, they can only take it - and keep taking it, their body responding in the same exact way each time.

The way conditioning works for a being that's meant to be obedient. It's no longer a matter of Whumpee breaking down and becoming obedient, it's a matter of them refusing to be reprogrammed to Whumper's whims - even if everything in their brain is trying to cave in.

The chance for dehumanization to hit even harder. After all, if Whumpee believes themself to be a person, in whatever way "person" can be defined to include them, then what happens when they're shown just how different they are to a real person? What happens when Whumper decides to correct them, no matter what it takes?

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Pet whump where the whumpee gets sold/given to a new owner, who turns out to be a lot more gentle and kind than expected (and much much better than whumper). Like, they still maybe treat whumpee a bit like a pet, but mayyybe they treat whumpee just a bit more like a human than anyone else, and they don't hurt whumpee.

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Whenever I think about a tired or resentful Caretaker, I imagine an insecure Whumpee trying to "alleviate" their pain and trouble.

Like, Whumpee sees Caretaker grow more and more fatigued during their time together, and so they start trying to take care of themselves. They try to take their medicine without asking Caretaker, they try to comfort themselves after a nightmare or a breakdown. They try to cook by themselves and bathe by themselves. Even if they fail at some aspects, they're still satisfied since it means that Caretaker doesn't have to worry about them anymore.

Whumpee thinks about how Caretaker's probably busy, or how they have their own personal problems to deal with, or how they've probably experienced a good/bad event while trying to take care of them. And so they start keeping their feelings to themselves, not opening up because they don't want to burden Caretaker.

Or suppose the situation escalates to a point where Whumpee believes that their Caretaker shouldn't have to carry the burden of taking care of them, and they decide to run away. Perhaps they stay in the streets, or go to a random person's home, or even one of Caretaker's friends' homes (if they know the street).

But while Whumpee's trying to be selfless and take care of Caretaker's feelings, they don't realize that it's making Caretaker worry about them more.

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What Is Love? (A Pet Whump Poem)

cw: themes of abuse, vague mention of nsfw [This is not what love actually is, but a Whumpee's thoughts about what they've been told is love. Please read with caution]

What is love?

Love is being fed. A meal means you've done a good job, and you deserve something for it.

Love is being petted. The ruffles of the hair, the scratches behind the ears, the stroking of the cheek. Gentle touches.

Love is going for walks. Seeing the outside for the first time. Being able to enjoy the leash. Smelling fresh air.

Love is getting displayed. Being cared for enough to be shown off in front of others. Seen as beautiful, a thing to treasure. Precious. Owned.

Love is being used. Nothing is better than bringing pleasure to those who want it. It's simple to understand, harder to perfectly accomplish, but the rewards are always worth it. I promise you.

And love is being hurt. Loved enough to be taught what is right and wrong. How to properly behave, and what happens when you misbehave. It is knowing when you need correction, and when you've done the best you possibly can. It is taking the stick even when you believe you've done nothing wrong. It is obeying everything the first time it's said, even when you disagree.

That is what love is, to me.

-Whumpee

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Recaptured living weapon Whumpee who is about to face the consequences of their escape. And when Whumper brings them back into that painfully familiar room, when they calmly take out the whip, Whumpee knows precisely what to do.

Their feet take them to the middle of the room, and they kneel, methodically disposing of their shirt. As their shoulders roll back into a straightened position, they can practically feel Whumper's gaze burning into the back of their head. A sadistic, eyes-only smile, knowing that even though Whumpee was physically free for some time, they never truly escaped.

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Rescued Whumpee breaking down because they're so frustrated with themselves. They're out, they're save, they shouldn't be like this anymore.

And yet, that sound, that word, that situation, that name, whatever it is, it sends them right back to the start, like they haven't made any progress at all.

They can feel it, the panic creeping up on them, their mind slowly going back there. They can't stop the tremors in their hands, or their breath coming too fast, their heartbeat picking up. They know they're out, but they can't stop this.

The frustration and anger turning into exhaustion. After screaming and throwing something at the wall, they just collapse and start sobbing. They shouldn't be like this anymore.

Why won't it just go away?

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Whumpee who, after being rescued, mentally keeps track of all the 'mistakes' they made. They bumped into Caretaker. They broke a glass. They didn't reply. They woke up late.

They're sure Caretaker will punish them. Maybe not now, but they must be keeping track. To punish them all at once.

Their nerves build and build, until they can't take it anymore and start crying. "Please," they beg. "Just do it already."

Caretaker is confused, but once they figure out what Whumpee means, their heart breaks.

They reassure them that Whumpee will never be punished again.

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🖤 Whumpee Looking…Not Okay 🖤

There’s a distinctive moment at which Caretaker realizes something is wrong. Maybe something gives it away. Like…

Staring at nothing.

A nervous habit, like tapping a finger or biting a nail.

Breathing too fast.

Not breathing.

Talking just a little bit too loudly.

Not talking, all day.

Refusing food.

Visibly tired. Eye bags.

Dead eyes.

Eyes slightly widening at the sight of a trigger.

That very small shudder.

Gripping things. Chairs. Railings. Sinks.

Going suddenly pale.

Excusing themself to be alone.

“You’ve been quiet all day. Please talk to me.”

A tear escaping despite their best efforts.

The moment of realization. The way Caretaker’s heart just drops.

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Living weapon after they're rescued part 2

[awkward whumpee vibes]

Always checking to see if they did something wrong.

Whumpee is talking but they trail off as they realize everyone is staring at them. "What... What was it this time? The part about the crushing?"

Whumpee getting so terrified of losing this new-found safety that they start creeping around on eggshells trying to be invisible. It's too good to be true and they just want the illusion to stay for as long as possible.

"You can pretend to be my friends, lie to me, torture me, but I will never tell you what you want to know." "Whumpee, I just want to know if pepperoni sounds good." *Long pause* "...Is that like a meat thing or...."

"oh, fuck, i'm sorry, I got blood on your rug, shit shit shi--" "WHUMPEE YOU NEED STITCHES!" "Yeah but I can heal and the rug--" "forget about the damn rug!"

If someone raises their voice, whumpee flinches and responds with a "yes sir" before they can think a out it.

Protesting too much. "I don't take orders from you."

"I'm not just an asset!" "I'm not saying you are, whumpee--" "then put this back, I don't need nice clothes to have the same rights as you!"

"whumpee, you can stop looking out the window every five seconds. We're in a safe zone." "Yeah, for now," whumpee glances out again.

Patting people's backs to see if they're wearing a wire, disguising it really well as just sincere friendliness and warmth

And then losing all that when they sit down and take out their gun and just set it on the dinner table. "....What?" Whumpee frowns in confusion. "Can I not clean my gun? Do I not get to have my own weapon?"

"whumpee, can you not spray wd-40 right next to my plate. I'm eating here." "Come on, it's not even that poisonous. besides, this gun isn't gonna clean itself."

"Can you not have dinner like a normal person?!" "Already finished."

*whumpee points out a tactical advantage* "Calm down whumpee, it's just snakes and ladders." Whumpee stares at the board, feeling their sense of usefulness drain away.

Going over the times they were completely badass until it gets annoying.

When they realize they're only good at killing. And they almost want to go back to it, because at least then they had a purpose.

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How about a caretaker that's compassionate and caring and a whumpee that's just too practical for that shit

"oh no no no what have they done to you!!" Caretaker running in, cupping whumpee's face. "2 burns, small stab wound and a pretty bad beating to the ribs--what are you doing, why are you hugging me"

Whumpee trying to not act traumatized because you gotta fake it till you make it.

"whumpee. This is not HEALTHY." "It's healing, look, it's almost totally scarred over."

"caretaker, please, just bring your sewing kit." "But I don't have any anaesthetic!" "Ugh, fine, I'll do it."

"fuck, how could anyone do this to you?" "That's not really a productive question..."

"he told me to hold still because I deserved it." "You don't deserve this, nobody does." "Yeah I know but it made the brand scar come out perfectly. See? It's recognizable..."

"you can't just take responsibility for everyone's lives, whumpee." "I'm the strongest one of us, so yes, I can." "It's not healthy!" Whumpee shrugs in response, already out the door with a gun over their shoulder.

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when the whumpee is reluctant to take needed pain medication because it doesn’t feel safe to. the pills make them fuzzy, cloud their mind, dull their senses. it’s not safe to not be alert, not be attentive. they can’t afford to be in a state where they could be taken advantage of, hurt. caught off guard.

and then there’s caretaker. promising to keep watch. to be their eyes and ears. to keep them safe while they’re fuzzy, out of it, sleeping off the meds and the pain. and whumpee finally is able to get some relief, because they’re brave enough to take the risk and trust caretaker to keep them safe.