I adore muzzling Whumpees.
A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.
The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.
Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.
Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.
Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.
Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run.
Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.
Just some basic kidnapping starters for you...
"I'm going to put this on you, and you're not going to fight me. Got it?"
Whumpee trying to be as quiet as possible dialing 911, only to find there's no connection.
"Sorry, I'm not convinced you'll stay quiet about this."
"This is going to sting a little."
Whumpee sprinting for the door, barely prying it open before being jerked back inside.
"Shh...Don't scream. Hold very still."
Whumpee waking up in an unfamiliar place.
"No no, don't touch the blindfold. You won't like what happens next if you do."
Whumpee struggling, clawing, screaming uselessly into the chloroform rag. Their thrashing gradually slows to a stop as they fall limp in Whumper's arms.
"You're so cute, I think I might just keep you."
Whumpee pounding at the lid of a trunk, desperate for anyone to notice they're there. Slowly giving in to curling up in a ball and crying.
"You don't have to do this." "Oh, I know. I get to do this."
"Shh...stay quiet for me and I won't have to hurt anyone else tonight."
Whumpee waking up to a hand clamped over their mouth, thrashing in the darkness. Disoriented. Unable to fight what they can't see.
"Are you going to get in the car or do I have to put you in the car?"
“Found you.”
Whumper waiting very patiently under Whumpee's bed for them to fall asleep.
"Listen very carefully and I won't have to hurt you. Okay?"
Whumpee barely getting inside the door when something smashes into the back of their head. They spiral to the floor, bursts of light blurring the world into darkness.
"Stop. - Stop fighting me."
The sinking realization twisting into panic as Whumpee hears the lock click.
"Careful. I don't want to get blood on your nice floors."
Whumpee twitching away from the knife pressed to their throat, too terrified to try to see who is holding it.
"Hmm, is the knife cold against your throat? Try not to flinch, I wouldn't want to slip."
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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps )
Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.
Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.
Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.
Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.
“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”
Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.
Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.
The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.
“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”
Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.
Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.
I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.
“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”
Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.
Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)
Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.
Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.
Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.
Legs bound together.
Legs bound open.
The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.
Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).
Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.
“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”
Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.
Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.
Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.
Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.
Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.
Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.
Hammers. Kneecaps.
“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”
Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.
For the bastards out there.
Bleeding on the floor
Not being able to walk on a broken leg
Not being able to see something when Whumper’s blindfolded them
Throwing up their food when Whumper’s fucked with it or hit them wrong
Being ‘blemished’ by scars Whumper gave them
Being unable to come when called because they’re still restrained
Being too short/tall
Not responding / speaking clearly when Whumper's gagged them
Not contributing to the household income (literally kidnapped)
Hitting the ground too hard when Whumper shoves them
Bruising when hit
Knocking something down when Whupmer shoves them into it
Getting sick when Whumper hasn’t been taking care of them
Losing weight because Whumper doesn’t feed them regularly
Bleeding on their clothes
Fainting when malnourished
Being too obedient (boring)
Having nightmares
Passing out from pain, dehydration, or malnourishment
Crying when Whumper pepper sprays them
Passing out when strangled
Fighting/thrashing while being drowned
“P-lease please it’s n-not my fault-”
“Did I say you could do that?”
“Repeat your rules.”
“I d-I didn’t mean to, I swear”
“You’re useless.”
“Maybe I should just get another toy who can actually follow orders.”
“Wh..at hapn’d….?”
“I don’t have any use for damaged goods.”
“I’ll do better n-next time I swear! I pr-omise - please don’t-”
“Such a pathetic little thing.”
“Well maybe if you actually fucking remembered to feed me-”
“You’re worthless without me - you can’t even stand on your own.”
“Maybe I should just put you out of your misery.”
“I c-I can do do it - please-lemme try ag-again-”
“I don’t think Caretaker would want you anymore - I mean look at you, you can’t even walk. It’s pathetic.”
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Starting a whump blog
What to include in a good whumpblr intro
How to start a whump blog
How to start a whump blog #2
How to start a whump blog #3
What is whump?
How to write whumpy scenes
Advice for new original content writers
Discouragement & Motivational advice
How to deal with hate/unwanted citicism
How to deal with discouragement from lack of interaction
What to do when your whump has lost its bite
How to start writing for yourself
How to overcome anxiety surrounding writing whump
The road to success when participating in whump events
Whump advice
How to write blood loss
Writing vivid discriptions 101
Less common illnesses to use in your sickfics
Facts about general anesthesia
Whump tips: Chronic sleep deprivation
Different types of gags (non-kink)
OC advice
How to start writing for an OC
How to introcude your OC
How to write fanfiction/oc content if you've never written before
How to make your OC feel more genuine/real
Tips for naming OC's
Whump stories
Delicate by @whumpcloud
Kane & Jim by @whumpsday
Eden by @zillastar13
Silence by @whumpshaped
Killing, stalking... whumping? by @/whumpshaped
Kane & Raiza by @whump-queen & @/whumpsday
Angel On The Wall by @emmettnet
Things End | People Change by @/whumpcloud
Our Man Flint by @/zillastar13
Memes & Games
Big blog, little blog
Whump games and userboxes
Whump games & userboxes #2
He's a fine looking man - would love to see him in a fit of despair
Falling asleep to a whump scenario vs. falling asleep to something normal
More violence
I write whump vs. i write about characters recovering from trauma
Nice blorbo. Would be a real shame if someone were to put them in situations
The creepiest whumper that ever did creep
Introducing a new whump concept to my OC's
Hello, my name is whumper. you piqued my interest. prepare to cry.
Whump alignment chart
Whumper: Don't do that
Whump blogs (Disclaimer: not all of these are whump only blogs - some of them include some other things as well <3)
@whumpshaped
@whumpsday
@whump-queen
@oddsconvert
@zillastar13
@whumpcloud
@whumperofworlds
@emmettnet
@burntcoffeewhump
@pigeonwhumps
@whumpster-dumpster
@whumpwillow
@thewhumpyprintingpress (they release whump books written by members of the tumblr whump community themselves, and all proceeds from those books go to charities <3)
Hope this helps!
~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS
requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice
Feel free to use and reblog!
defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them
"You take that back!"
jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked
putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support
not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle
"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."
getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses
noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word
always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)
never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds
"Leave my baby alone!"
accompanying the other home at night
looking out for potential dangers all the time
comforting the other as soon as they're alone
"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"
seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge
"You messed with the wrong one!"
not leaving the other's side 'just in case'
only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore
"You've got some real nerve."
A gender for when you're dead, but living. A Thing walking among everyone else.
I have no set DNI. Do not be a dick on this post.
Whump prompts masterlist
Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.
Clawing at whatever's closest to them.
Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.
Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.
Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.
Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.
Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.
Begging someone they don't like for something.
Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.
Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.
Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.
Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.
Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.
“please” (blindfold/pressure point/scream)
Content warning: branding
“Say my name, and I’ll let you go.”
“I told you dammit, I don't–augh!” Another brand was pressed into Whumper’s skin, burning another scar into their flesh.
Whumper struggled against their bindings, trying fruitlessly to slip from the ropes binding them to the chair or remove the blindfold from their eyes. Their exposed flesh was governed in angry, bright burns, the marks of hot metal having been pressed into their skin. Their skin was damp with sweat.
“That’s not a good answer. Try again.”
“Shit–” Whumper swore, shaking. “W-whumpee? Are you Whumpee, is that why you’re doing this?!”
The iron was pressed against Whumper’s cheek, sizzling against the tears that had begun dripping down their face. Whumper screamed.
“Please!” Whumper’s words came out as a sob. They flailed in their seat, trying desperately to escape the agony. They gave a pained gasp when it was finally removed, ducking their head and letting out a pitiful whine.
Caretaker carefully returned the iron to the fireplace, keeping a close eye on Whumper’s shaking form. Whumper didn’t know who they were. Not their name, their face, their voice, or even that they existed. They had no way of knowing.
Caretaker smiled. “Wrong. Try again,”
Trope Talks: Manhandling and Touch Starvation
Manhandling is a classic and staple trope of whump, and one that I love. There's so much to expand on and enjoy regarding whumpees being touched and shoved around by whumpers. As for touch starvation, it's excellent for humiliation, projection, intimate whump, and more. Tws for drugging mention, intimate whump throughout, and lots of noncon touching. For the last prompt, tw for noncon kissing, creepiness, and somnophilia.
- A whumper kicking the back of a defiant whumpee's legs hard, forcing them to their knees. Their hands rest on each of whumpee's shoulders, they press their weight firmly on whumpee to keep them from getting back upright. Whumpee struggles weakly, but their blood loss and the pain of the deep cuts over their body make it all too easy for whumper to subdue them. Their cheeks flush with humiliation, and whumper grins condescendingly at them.
- A whumper scooping an exhausted, beaten, maybe drugged whumpee into a bridal carry. Maybe whumpee struggles, insulted and humiliated by the gentleness of their torturer's touch. They thrash and kick against whumper‘s vicelike grip, furious, but whumper just holds them tighter. Maybe whumpee melts into their captor's arms, too touch starved and tired to care who it is touching them. They can’t remember the last time they were touched, let alone held. So they sacrifice their pride, their face reddening ever so slightly as they loop their arms around whumper’s neck and snuggle their face into their chest.
- A whumpee being shoved roughly against a wall, whumper throwing their hands against their captive’s chest and throwing them against the hard concrete. Whumpee lets out a hiss of pain as their body hits the wall, their head exploding in agony where it made contact. Whumper presses an arm over whumpee’s body, pinning them to the wall effortlessly as they place their other hand around whumpee’s throat.
-Whumper grabbing whumpee’s chin to tilt their face up, forcing their captive to make eye contact. Such a subtle show of power, but an obvious message. I’m the one in control. Maybe whumpee is too terrified to move. Maybe they lean into the touch subconsciously, unable to help themself after having been starved of affection for so long. Maybe they jerk their head away, struggling to escape whumper’s grip- but it isn’t as if they can do much with their hands shackled behind their back.
- Whumper isolating a whumpee for days, maybe weeks, to ensure their captive will be touch starved when they’re released. Whumper comes into their cell at long last, carrying a knife, and whumpee slumps against the wall in relief that they at least won’t be alone. Whumper holds their delicate whumpee in their lap, stroking their hair as they drag long cuts down their chest. Whumpee barely even cares about the pain, although it’s sharp and stinging and furious. At least they’re no longer alone. At least they’re being held.
- Whumper presses possessive kisses up whumpee’s neck as they sleep, and whumpee wakes up to whumper‘s lips on theirs. They jerk away, humilated and ashamed, and tears begin to stream down their face. Whumper grabs them by their hair and pulls them closer, tasting whumpee’s tears as they kiss them once again.
reblog only, do not perceive me. Used to be a whump blog but I kinda reused it to be a flag/label hoard now. pfp by warriorsproject.
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