Any Defiant Whumpee Being Used As A Human Experiment Ideas?

Whump Prompts: Desperation

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.

Forced Comfort

Because who doesn't like a little bit of intimate whumper vibes?

[Prompt Masterpost]

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket. The soft fabric hides the fact that their hands are still bound behind their back.

Gentle fingers brushing the hair from Whumpee’s face - carefully peeling it back through the sheen of sweat that’s left.

“Shhh…you’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you anymore..”

Kissing tears from the corners of Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper keeping Whumpee sedated between sessions to 'help them cope'.

“Hold still- hold still or I’ll start again.”

Pinning a squirming Whumpee in an embrace. Grip tightening the more they struggle. 

Whumpee being so tired. So so so very tired. They can’t help but lean into the gentle touch. 

Whumper ignoring every shiver and twitch that accompanies the gentle pets they give their broken toy.

“Nnnnono-sst…d-on’ t ouchme-!”

Whumpee thrashing to the point of hyperventilation as Whumper wraps them up in blankets. The panic in their eyes ever so slowly fading as they realize they’re not being hurt anymore.

Whumpee desperately not trying to lean into it or accept the comfort. They don’t want it from them - don’t want to melt into the hands that ripped screams from them just a few minute before. But they need something. And Whumper knows it.

“Look at you. Pathetic little thing~”

Shoving Whumpee into a bath to trigger some kind of calming response. Whumpee just thinks they’re going to be drowned. …….maybe they will be. Just a little bit.

Whumper combing a hand through Whumpee’s hair - soft and rhythmic and sweet - as they carve into Whumpee.

“Shhh..just focus on me. Don’t look at  it- just look at me. Listen to my voice. You’re doing so good, little one.”

Kisses peppering over Whumpee’s cheeks, lips, forehead, brows, jaw, etc as their face puckers up, trying to twist away. 

A hug that looks gentle until you notice Whumper’s hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair. Keeping them exactly in place.

“Don’ don t t-ouch me- STOP-”

Drugging Whumpee to ‘help with the nerves’. Watching their panicked sobs slowly peter out into nothing as they stare miserably at their captor. 

“Make the most of this. We start again in the morning.”

[Prompt Masterpost]

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Alternative Mesi Ace and Mesi Aro flags

These take the format of the original Mesi Ace and Mesi Aro flags but uses colors from this Acespec / Asexual Spectrum flag and this Arospec / Aromantic Spectrum flag!

Made as a fun warmup and because I really like the colors of those flags. Free for anyone to use anywhere!

Taglist - @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

﹫GiRLLiKE  —  [ girl - like ]

A gender describing oneself as girllike! Not inherently feminine in nature, but can be — it is up to the user! Girllike can also be used as a suffix for other genders … for example, bpdgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a bpd and being girllike ) or catgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a cat[girl] and being girllike ).

[ iMAGE iD ] two flags with nine stripes. the first and last lines are wavy. the first line concaves on the left side of the wave; the last line concaves on the right side of the wave. other than that, the lines are straight across. the colors in order from top to bottom are as follows: desaturated purple, rosy purple, desaturated peach, off-white, white, off-white, desaturated peach, rosy purple, desaturated purple. the second image is the exact same with the addition of a heart in the middle, with a gradient from desaturated purple, to off-white, to desaturated purple and a white glow around the symbol. 

Quiet as a Mouse

"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.

"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."

"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.

"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.

"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.

"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."

tw lashing out, anger as a trauma response, past trauma

It was one of those days.

Whumpee had been slamming things, screaming and crying about how life was unfair and nothing ever worked out in their favour. How Whumper had stolen years even of this shitty life, how they couldn’t even have this, how they could never have anything. They had told Caretaker to fuck off and leave them alone.

“Stop,” Caretaker said, grabbing Whumpee by the wrists. Their grip was firm, but it didn’t hurt unless Whumpee tried to pull against it. And oh, they tried. “It’s enough.”

“The fuck you mean enough?” They tugged on their hands again, but Caretaker didn’t let go. It was infuriating how much stronger they were. “Let me go!”

“Whumpee, stop.” Their tone wasn’t any harsher than before, and Whumpee tried to get away a third time, still unsuccessfully.

“Let me go,” they asked again, weaker. “I told you– I told you already, I want nothing to do with you right now–”

“Stop.”

Whumpee finally went quiet, their tears still falling freely. They wanted to keep yelling. What else was there, if they stopped that? Weeping and misery. They would come across pathetic.

“There,” Caretaker murmured, slowly letting go of their hands and cupping their face instead. “It’s okay. You’ve had your time to be angry. You’ve had your time to scream at me.” They wiped away a tear, and Whumpee thought they’d go mad with just how compassionate they looked. “Now let’s just calm down, hm?”

SERAITY．   ➷

pt: seraity. end pt.

⚘   ⌣   definition．

 a species term for angel / god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etc. for @rabidbatboy's cointober prompts.

pt: definition, a species term for angel/god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etcetera. for @/rabidbatboy's cointober prompts(link). end pt.

COINER．  voice of the egocentric．  ➷

⚘   ⌣   seraphim + deity．

TAGS．  @radiomogai @specieschive @eldrorian @alterhumanflags @sevvys @angeltism @jigumis @zoeynovie @eeriecute．  ➷

Whump Prompts: Possible Trauma Triggers

I can confidently say this is heavily inspired by my own trauma dksjdksj anyway enjoy.

Content: PTSD/trauma.

Smells/sounds/sights that remind them of that environment, the person who hurt them, etc. Maybe Caretaker wears Whumper's cologne, for example, or their voice somehow resembles Whumper's when in certain situations.

Alcohol. This can be a huge trigger for whumpees who's whumpers were alcoholics or just generally speaking worse/only violent when under the influence. They might hide when Caretaker drinks or do things to make sure they stay on Caretaker's good side until they're sober.

If they were the bloodbag of a vampire, the sight of their own blood could become a trigger. They might be scared that their whumper might smell it or they might just not wanna have their blood taken from them again.

Loud sounds. Alarms, shouting, banging on walls/doors.

Gifts. Whumpee might believe that they now owe the gifter, or they might hate opening wrapped presents because they have no idea what's inside. This could lead to tears, reassuring the gifter that they don't need to do all this to make Whumpee do what they want, they can be good, this isn't necessary.

Physical touch. Touching them without warning, hugs feeling like traps, not being able to escape until the other person says so. So they go stiff or immediately try to escape, hellbent on not falling for it again. They might even hurt Caretaker in the process.

Large crowds.

If they went through torture, things like water (waterboarding, drowning, etc.), sharp objects (cutting, surgeries, etc.) and the such could also be triggers for them.

The dark. Maybe they were kidnapped after dark or their whumper is nocturnal, but this makes for some good angst.

Stuff being close to their neck. They might have problems with collars, chokers, etc. because they were made to wear one during their captivity.

Forceful caretakers & defiant whumpees

A prompt from my hidden injuries post got me thinking about this dynamic ✨ (using FC for forceful caretaker)

Content: Forceful/bad caretaker, forced medical treatment, defiant whumpee, restraints, gags, caretaker turned whumper, manhandling, forced stripping (nonsexual), humiliation my beloved

A whumpee for whom mysterious injuries are a chronic problem—a regular occurrence—they keep dodging their friends questions, they start hiding their injuries, albeit poorly sometimes, until one day they come in so incredibly injured, with blood seeping through their clothes and dark bruises on their skin, poorly hidden beneath a layer of concealer that does little to mask the deep patches of dark purple and red.  

Eventually, FC is fed up. They’re all just trying to help and whumpee doesn’t even appreciate it. They keep brushing them off. How insulting. How ungrateful. 

One day FC finally snaps and they shove whumpee back against the wall, making them wince and gasp sharply with the pain of the movement.

FC pins them there with a vice grip around their throat— “Oh, you’re fine, are you? Then what the hell was that, hm?”” 

“N-nothing I—“ FC jabs a finger into the side of their ribcage, and whumpee hisses in pain, their eyes squeeze shut tightly— they’re shaking between wincing, panted breaths. 

They can’t hide their reactions any better than they can hide the limp in their step, the way they wince and grab their side when they think no ones looking. But now FC has proved it in front of the whole group, and whumpee is not getting away that easily. 

Another forced exposure: Whumpee wincing at something one too many times— maybe someone just lightly bumps into them— and their pained reaction has FC grabbing their wrist and hauling them off like—“Thats it I knew it, I fucking knew it. WHAT have I told you. Get in the car NOW.” 

And whumpee is pulling back against their grip, “I’m sorry im sorry! Just please don’t—“ — “Shut. Up. Now get in. We’re going to the fucking hospital.” 

Czytaj dalej

The Party

I'm hosting an event at @the-whumpers-soiree! This scene is the first and may serve as an example. Outside of that, please enjoy as you would any of my drabbles. <3

[EVENT LINK]

(tw: alcohol consumption, kidnapping, knife, noncon touch, intimate/creepy whumper)

Whumpee clutched their drink close, hanging on the wall. Their eyes scanned the room, darting between the flashes of shimmering light in the dim room. The music was loud - but not too loud. The room was full - but not too full. The drinks were strong - but not too….well, you get the idea. Everything was right.

So…what felt so wrong?

Whumpee’s eyes flicked from guest to guest. Smiling faces. Some dancing. Some mingling. Laughing. Joking. A few couples wandered off to the corners into the shadows, evidently enjoying being very close to each other.

Something was wrong.

Whumpee sipped their drink tentatively, trying to choose their next move. They’d only been here half an hour, they couldn’t just leave already. This party was supposed to be for new opportunities. New friends for a new city. New ideas and new roots. A New Year’s party for the new them. 

They wished they at least had some friends to huddle in the corner with. Plenty of others lingered along the edges, also watching the crowd - but Whumpee was not nearly social enough to go introduce themself to one of them. Why did they even come to an event designed to help newcomers find new friends if they couldn’t even build up the courage to go make the new friends?

Pathetic. 

This place was too nice for them anyway. They were so underdressed for the location - clothes entirely too comfortable to take comfort in. Though, plenty of others seemed to feel the same way, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. Whumpee assumed the party planners just didn’t properly disclose how nice the penthouse venue would be with its glass balconies and matte hardwood floors. They wished they’d have at least picked a button down or something, though.

They tinkered on their phone, trying to decide how long they would make themself stay before they made a move to leave. Or…maybe they should pick a target goal? Find someone else who was lingering alone and try to just……hide with them? Solidarity, and all that.

Their eyes locked onto someone nearby - someone sipping their drink as timidly as Whumpee - just hiding in the shadows like them. 

Perfect.

Before Whumpee could make a move toward their new potential friend/hiding-in-shame buddy, a new face strolled up to them. 

Whumpee blinked up at the stranger as they smiled down at Whumpee.

“Hi! I saw you hanging out over here and…thought you might like a friend?”

“Wh- um - uh- yeah. Yeah - I mean. Hi.”

The stranger laughed lightly. “Not a social butterfly, then?”

Whumpee chewed on their cheek. “Nope - no, not exactly my forte.”

The stranger smiled warmly at them, holding out their hand. “Whumper. Nice to meet you.”

Whumpee shifted their glass into their left hand, patting the condensation off on their shirt before shaking the stranger’s -no, Whumper’s- hand. “I’m Whumpee.”

Their eyes stayed on Whumper’s grip, not quite daring to look up. They blinked at the red glowstick around the other’s wrist. Then to their own blue one. “I - uh - I didn’t realize they had other colors.”

Whumper pulled their hand back, glancing at the red glowstick. “Oh, yeah, they must have run out of blue.”

Whumpee immediately moved to unsnap theirs. “Did you want blue? I can trade y-”

“No no no,” Whumper smirked. “I think red suits me better than it would you. But thank you anyway. You’re a sweet little thing.”

Heat flushed into Whumpee’s cheeks, threatening to burn them if they didn’t get a grip. “Th-thanks-” Fuck what am I even thanking them for?? Whumpee’s stomach turned and soured. Was that…butterflies?

No. No, something wrong. Still wrong.

The drinks and the music and the kind stranger had them almost forgetting for a moment.

Their breath stuttered to a stop as the backs of Whumper’s hand pressed lightly to their cheek, pressed to the flush. Whumpee’s wide eyes stared up at them, twitching back further into the wall. Or did they want to lean in?? Fuck, they were so confused. So close. Too close? Maybe too close.

Whumper’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You seem a little warm, should we go out to the balcony and get you some fresh air?”

Whumpee cleared their throat, tipping their face away from the touch until Whumper retracted their hand. “N-no, I’m okay, but thank you.”

Whumper gave them a charming smile, stepping closer.

Fingers wrapped around theirs, prying the drink from their hand with ease. Whumpee watched as it was taken from them - then set to the side on a small table. 

Their heart kicked into a new gear as Whumper stepped closer again - holding them frozen with just a look.

Whumper’s tone was so soft, but laced with something…something darker. Their palm pressed against the wall next to Whumpee’s head when Whumpee tried to take a step to the side. “I really think you should come outside with me.”

Whumpee managed to retreat further into the wall, eyes sliding to the side to see if anyone else was looking. If anyone else noticed their discomfort. If anyone even knew they were there in the shadows.

“N-no, I’m okay, I should probably b-” They flinched as something sharp and cool pressed to their side. Stammering, “wh-wha-t is tha-t-”

Whumper chuckled softly, leaning in to press their lips to Whumpee’s ear. Hot breath danced across their skin, whispering, “It’s a knife, sweetheart. Haven’t you ever had a knife on you before?”

Whumpee swallowed thickly, panic stretching out from their stomach and pooling in their lungs, pulling their breaths shorter and sharper and quicker. 

“Wh-what are you doing??”

“Mm…not much. Not yet. Right now, I’m just….persuading you to change your mind about the balcony. Then we can talk more.”

“I- I don’t w-” Whumpee’s protestation squeaked to a stop as the blade pressed further into them, enough to hurt.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Whumpee’s legs were trembling. Shaking hands gripping Whumper’s arms for support. “Y-yeah - yeah let’s….le-ts…balcony-”

“Hmmm…” Whumper smiled against their neck, smirk prickling the tender flesh. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Whumpee’s brain was still scrambling to catch up as Whumper tugged them to the side - grip bruising deep into the muscle above their elbow. They let themself be dragged along, throwing frantic looks over their shoulder. Not sure what to do. What to say. How to stop this. If it was even that bad? Were they overreacting? 

No they pulled a KNIFE on you-

They’d barely decided to start struggling by the time Whumper pulled them out into the cool night air, spinning them back against the glass railing of the balcony. The edge of the glass bruised into them - just below the waist. 

Not high enough - definitely not high enough.

Whumper was on them in a second. One hand gripping the glass on either side of them. So close. So fucking close. Boxing them in. Pressing them back until Whumpee was leaning back over the darkened shimmering city.

Whumpee’s harsh, stuttering breaths echoed in their skull as they threw a look behind and under them, looking down to the endless plummet - to the ant-like cars zipping back and forth an eternity away. The world seemed to sway and pull, trying to wrench them down into it.

Whumpee sucked in air to scream, but the sound choked out at the base of their throat as Whumper leaned in - forehead pressed to theirs. Whumper’s eyes held theirs. Dark. Hungry. 

A hand wrapped around their throat, threatening to shove them over the edge.

Whumpee’s trembling hands wound tight into Whumper’s shirt.

“Go on.” The hand pushed further. “Go ahead and scream if you want. You’ll be falling before anyone can see what happened.”

Whumpee choked out a sob - the sound pressed hard against Whumper’s palm, choking them further and drawing a whimper from their lips. “I- I w- I won’t. I won’t. I won’t- won’t scr-eam-”

Whumper gave them a small smile, pulling back just a touch. The hand stayed on their throat. Whumper stayed close. The glass stayed uncracked and under them.

They made the mistake of looking down again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Whumpee’s eyes screwed shut as strangled breaths slid in and out of them to a stuttering cadence. 

“Wh-what do you want?”

“How long have you been in the city?”

Whumpee’s eyes blinked open. “Wai- what?”

Their throat constricted as Whumper’s grip tightened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Whumpee.”

The panic was already fully flushed through their system, buckling their knees and prompting every muscle to scream at them - begging them to run. Whumpee tried not to shrink further. Some small bit of logic in the back of their head told them that they couldn’t break the glass, but their mind was screaming that they would if they pushed back against it any harder. The edge was already working a bruise against their spine as they quivered under Whumper’s gaze. 

“I- I moved in l-last month.”

“Any family nearby?”

Whumpee’s face screwed up. “...n-o”

“Roommate?”

A tear finally leaked from the corner of their eye, dripping warmth down their cheek. “N-no-”

“Hmm….job?”

Whumpee choked back a sob, eyes pinning shut again. “Hav-haven’t found one yet-”

“Mm…so…in essence - no one would miss you if you just…..disappeared.”

Whumpee’s breath locked up in their lungs. Burning. Filling their mind with concrete and sending sour fear tingling deeper into their bones. They tried to squirm away. “N-no - please just let me-”

Whumpee froze in place, squeaking and clutching tighter as Whumper pressed them back over nothingness again.

“You’re not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to do a single. thing. that I don’t allow for the rest of your life. Got that?”

Whumpee twitched out a small, stuttering nod, flinching back.

“Good.”

Whumper pulled back, lacing a hand around the back of Whumpee’s neck - peeling them off the glass and guiding them back inside. 

“Let’s get your coat. We’re going home.”

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Event tag: @the-whumpers-soiree

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