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”you can just make an oc” you dont understand anything. the character needs to mutate naturally until unrecognizable. like all evolutionary processes it takes time. you can’t force it or it doesn’t take. you must endure weird ooc thematically discordant versions of a guy until they bud off into beautiful new life. have patience

Doctor having to enter in casual/private/plain clothes, because whumpee shows such a viscerally negative reaction to anyone in a coat/med clothing.

Maybe they thought about restraining whumpee, but the struggling would reopen wounds. Or they thought about sedating whumpee, but the sedative would interact negatively with the plethora of other medications whumpee is already taking.

Or maybe they just decided that a change of clothes is the most humane thing to do.

kind of a big fan of throwing characters into a cage. also they're branded and tied up. but their eyes are you know, feral and they're going to snap at any second

"You don't have to feel this way anymore," the whumper cooed, holding the whumpee's head in their hands.

The whumpee whimpered softly, weakly struggling against their captor's grip, hands tied tightly behind their back.

"Tell me what I need to know," the whumper stroked their thumb across the whumpee's cheek, "I don't want to hurt you."

Tears trickled down the whumpee's face, "you... you're lying."

The whumpee stared back at them, eyes unblinking, "You're smart."

Locking out victim's arm behind their back against the wall

Content: joint straining, fear, noncon touch, begging

That extra twist after a joint is locked up, forcing out a strangled gasp of pain

"Ah! Wait--wait--"

That freeze as victim realizes the position they're trapped in

Aggressor taking that moment to slide a hand into victim's front pocket, just intimate enough to be able to play it off later while making victim squirm right now.

"I'm not resisting." Victim pants, feeling their folded wrist twitch in aggressor's hand. "I'm not re--Im not resisting, whumper, please!"

(tw: can also be applied to noncon) whuper distorting whumpee’s perception of reality, feeding them lines like "you want this," or "this is the only way you'll find peace." Over time, whumpee begins to question their own desires and thoughts, internalizing the notion that submission, pain, and whatever whumper wants are their only real choices, maybe whumper forces them to associate the whump with moments of supposed "care," so twisting the line between affection and manipulation as they please

Heat Whump

As promised, Whump ideas that including heat. And as a person who hates heat with a freezing passion, this is gonna hurt to think about…

Hot showers, either to cool down after a nightmare or be forced into by a Whumper

A hot bath, same thing as the shower, may work as comfort or as whumping material

Boiling water, Whumper threatening to boil their limps, or maybe they’ll boil some kind of meat and tell Whumpee it was one of their loved ones, or maybe it was one of their loved ones?!

A fire place, many things can happen here, and fire alone can be terrifying

Put a metal poker in the heat and you’ve got yourself a really ugly weapon

Or maybe force our dearest Whumpee’s hands into the fire, or into the still gleaming ashes

Branding with a hot branding iron is sooo delicious too! So really, burn Whumper’s name into Whumpee’s flesh. Or maybe the company that owns them! Remind the little thing who is in control by steering it into their skin!

Hot days are torture too! Force Whumpee out on a burning out day wearing winter clothing

Or maybe it’s Vampire!Whumpee getting chained to a pole on a hot, sunny day! Whumper just wants to watch the pretty sunrise with his darling Vampire!

Okay! Sorry! I’m still alive and tired! Add more if you like! Heat is so horribly delicious in Whump!

Masterlist

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

tw: Drugged/paralyzed

Whumpee woke up slung over someone's shoulder, unable to move. It was dark, and all they could see was the forest floor shifting beneath someone else's feet.

They tried to squirm, but nothing happened. A small whimper escaped them as the person carrying suddenly stopped. Gently, they were laid on the ground, their back pressing against the cold earth. Whumpee could barely make out their features, whoever it was, they didn’t recognize them.

A gloved hand cupped Whumpee’s face, causing them to flinch.

The figure tisked, then rolled up Whumpee's sleeve and injected a syringe into their arm.

The moment the needle pierced their skin, Whumpee lost the ability to make another sound. The fleeting sensation they had almost regained in their fingers quickly faded. The figure patted Whumpee's cheek, smiling when no response came.

With a grunt, they lifted Whumpee back over their shoulder and continued deeper into the woods.

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position