Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.
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more women whump. more women pushing themselves and passing out from sleep deprivation and exhaustion. more women training until their knuckles bleed and their legs give out from under them. more women being held prisoner and remaining stoic until the very end or perhaps when they’re rescued. more women under truth serum and terrifying hallucinogens. more women waking up in a pool of blood, their own and others’ and not knowing what happened but that something is terribly wrong with them. more women falling apart o ly when rescued. more women pushed to their breaking point. more women whump.
Recently I’ve been really into characters that request to be tied up, for whatever reason. Some ideas I’ve been rotating around in my mind:
Whumpee was horribly traumatized by being isolated for a long time, to the point that they started to scratch themselves bloody as a form of self harm, just to feel anything. When they are rescued, they are semi-delirious and Caretaker has to restrain them to get them to stop hurting themselves. They realize that as long as they’re tied up, they literally can’t be isolated again because eventually someone will have to come in and give them food or water to keep them alive. Meaning they start to associate being restrained with safety from isolation, so they panic if unrestrained.
Exact same as previous point but it’s actually Whumper who first saved them from the isolation (maybe they were the one who put Whumpee in it, maybe they weren’t) and is absolutely delighted to see that Whumpee panics when left unrestrained (I personally like to think that Whumper does pet whump with Whumpee now). Bonus points if later on Caretaker tries to rescue them from Whumper and they don’t want to leave because they know Caretaker wouldn’t let them be constantly restrained the way Whumper does.
Hero works at a super abusive hero agency that overworks all its heroes and doesn’t let them have friends/family/whatever outside of hero work due to it being a ‘security risk’. So Hero is super touch starved and Villain feels bad for them so they start bringing them back to their lair after particularly rough fights to patch them up, and give them some much needed positive human contact. But Hero tells them that the agency will kill them if they find out that they are ‘fraternizing with the enemy’ (even though Hero is often very injured/exhausted when this happens and likely could not put up much of a fight even if they wanted to) so Villain has to tie them up, do all that under the guise of ‘capturing and interrogating’ them. Because obviously the agency doesn’t give a shit if one of their employees is getting routinely captured and tortured, but if they’re getting medical aid from a Villain? They would definitely care about that.
Hero who knows that they can’t actually escape an evil villain who has captured them and turned them into their pet. But they don’t actually tie Hero up or lock the doors or anything. This could be for so many reasons. Maybe Villain is just so much stronger than Hero that they both know trying to run is pointless. Or maybe Hero is ‘willingly’ staying with Villain in return for the safety of their team or city. Or Villain lives somewhere super secluded, so yeah, Hero could get out of the house but they’d just starve to death in the woods. Or Villain has the entire city under their control and as soon as Hero gets out someone just spots them and returns them to Villain. Whatever reason, Hero is trapped but theoretically does possess the physical ability to try to escape. This is killing them inside, they can’t just not even try. So they keep trying to escape, even knowing it’s futile, likely getting themselves hurt and traumatized every single time they try (either that or they don’t try to escape and feel incredibly guilty about that). So eventually they just snap and beg Villain to just tie them up so they can actually rest without either being actively working on an escape plan or feeling incredibly guilty for having the ability to try to escape and not even trying. They can’t feel guilty for not trying to escape if they’re restrained and don’t posses the ability to even start an escape attempt.
Whumpee who thinks/knows they are dangerous. They normally have a decent (or greater) level of control over their body/powers/mind/etc. But after being whumped/captured/tortured/drugged for however long, they no longer trust themself to maintain that control. Maybe they startle easily, or struggle with identifying reality at times, or are just generally delirious. And they know that there's too great a chance of accidentally hurting caretaker/team/friends. So they beg to be restrained. Physically, mentally, even chamically (sedated, etc) until they can be trusted again. Until whumpee can trust themself again. Caretaker is horrified at being asked to restrain/drug whumpee, but whumpee threatens to run if they don't. Because running and taking their chances alone is better than being an active danger to people they care about.
For a different twist on this--whumpee actually has very good control, or isn't truly dangerous to team/caretaker, but has been gaslit into believing they are by whumper in order to isolate them. To maintain control, keep whumpee vulnerable even when they think they've escaped. And possibly even to drive them back to whumper as the only one whumpee can safely exist around without fear of hurting innocents...
when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
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Something I keep coming back to is the specific spots that’d hurt most during a werewolf transformation so I’d thought I’d list them. This is specifically of someone transforming from a regular human into a straight up wolf
1: jaw - pretty simple one, human jaws are a lot shorter than a wolf’s and all that bone stretching would probably hurt a lot
2: Ears & nose - similar to the jaw in that the human features are much shorter. I’d imagine these would hurt less transforming since they’re both made of cartilage rather than bone but both are still rlly sensitive places and in the case of ears they’re completely changing their position on the skull
2: thumbs - of course all of your fingers would hurt, but wolves don’t have thumbs so your thumb would probably turn into a dew claw which I’d say is a lot more drastic of a change than the rest of your fingers
3: all of your skin - wolf skin is a lot ticker than a humans and so are a wolf’s hairs so your all of your skin would be itching and burning as your hair thickens and multiplies and your skin becomes tougher
4: all of your teeth - teeth are rlly sensitive to pain and every tooth changing shape and size would hurt so fucking much. Also wolves have 10 more teeth than a human adult and I can’t imagine growing 10 extra teeth in a relatively short amount of time being pleasant
5: your fucking heels and legs in general - this is the one if think of most. Humans are plantigrade animals; meaning we use our heels for walking, as do bears, raccoons, etc. but wolves are digigrade. Meaning in comparison to us; they walk on their tip-toes. So your heels would be elongated to a wicked extent and your legs in general completely changing it’s class
need to see him whimpering like an injured animal, can he pleeease pleaaase lose a concerning amount of blood until he’s barely lucid. can i nurse him back to health like a baby bird pleeeeaaaaaseeeee
Caretaker acts the exact same as Carewhumper did, giving Whumpee treats, trying their best to keep them happy and calm, making extravagant meals, cuddles and affirmations. That's everything Carewhumper would do, thats how they would treat Whumpee when they weren't torturing them.
Carewhumper didn't punish Whumpee for slipping up, the torture was a timed thing, once a month. Caretaker is overjoyed to see how well Whumpee is reacting when they drop a cup or do something that would get other Whumpee's punished.
Now its the 16th of May and Whumpee is absolutely losing their mind, screaming and crying and nauseous.
"Don't come near me! No!" Whumpee would scream, begging on their hands and knees, Caretaker was so confused, so they could do nothing but sit and comfort them.
The day would pass, its 19th of May and Whumpee doesn't have a single scratch on their body, its so confusing. But, atleast Caretaker understands.
uhhh got any prompts for an angel whumpee? maybe with a human whumper and/or demon caretaker? (sorry if this isn't specific enough i don't usually request prompts 😭)
Your wish is my command, I shall try my best 🧐 (I’m playing with different potential powers/weaknesses/celestial rules/etc.)
I feel like wing whump is a given (restrain them, injure them, pluck them, etc.)
Angel whumpee whose wings are so sensitive that mere touch can be painful
Angel whumpee crashes while flying
Angel whumpee overexerting their magical powers (MY BELOVED)
Angel whumpee who takes over a human host but the human body can’t sustain them and it starts deteriorating
Maybe a human whumper purposefully traps the Angel whumpee in their human host cause they know it won’t last long
Angel whumpee being tortured while in a human host but the Angel has never experienced pain before so it’s SO much worse
Alternatively, Angel whumpee who has a crazy high pain tolerance to the point that human whumper just tires themself out
Angel whumpee stranded on Earth alone, without their powers, utterly helpless
Demon caretaker wants to help Angel whumpee but whenever they touch each other their skin burns
Demon caretaker trying to help with their eyes closed because seeing the Angel whumpee’s wings is blinding to them
Angel whumpee falling from grace and having demon caretaker show them the ropes in hell
Angel whumpee being really reluctant to accept help from demon caretaker
Alternatively, demon caretaker being really reluctant to help Angel whumpee
What about an Angel whumpee who’s just, like… really bad at angeling? I’m not gonna elaborate on that lol
Angel whumpee who did something wrong is being punished in heaven and demon caretaker risks everything to go up there and save them
Demon whumper turned caretaker?
Human whumper doesn’t realize that whumpee is an Angel at first and when they find out they’re terrified, tripping over themself to apologize
Angel whumpee breaking free and blinding human whumper with their true form
Angel whumpee getting passed around between multiple whumpers because they heal instantly and therefore are endless fun
Demon caretaker going after human whumper for what they did to Angel whumpee
Angel whumpee actually just convincing human whumper that what they’re doing is wrong and they should stop
Demon caretaker who is usually super down for violence and torture and stuff, just not where Angel whumpee is involved
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"We'll skip the grand tour," the demon said, smirking as she carried them through her… home? The feeling of demonic magic was thickest at the threshold, but the trace corruption left by a demon was present throughout the space, meaning she was here often and for extended periods. "It isn't like you'll be in any shape to wander around and get yourself lost, not any time soon. For now…"
She adjusted her hold on them to open another door, this one glass. "You get to enjoy the wonders of my very luxurious bathroom. Down you go, dove. Into the shower with you."
The angel flinched as the bare skin of their lower body made contact with something cold and hard. They finally looked at their surroundings. The demon had put her on a bench made from black marble. Three walls were the same stone, with the fourth being glass.
Shower. Right. She had seen them before, but only ever at a distance as she watched over mortals. Most of those had been… smaller, she thought.
The demon frowned down at her. "If I let go of you, are you going to topple over?"
She almost answered no on reflex, heedless of if it were true. At the last moment, she bit back the response and actually considered her answer.
"I'm… not sure," she rasped.
It rankled to concede such weakness, especially to a demon. But, at the same time… what did it matter, at this point? If this demon wanted to hurt them, she'd already had ample opportunities to do so. She had seemingly—somehow, for some reason— decided to help them. The angel would be a fool to turn down any aid at the moment, no matter the source.
That didn't mean they trusted her. She might be helping them now, but they doubted it would last. They doubted the reason for it was truly altruistic, either.
"Well done on admitting it," the demon cooed, voice full of pleasure at their powerlessness. "Alright, let's get you leaning against the wall, in that case."
She adjusted them so they sat at an angle on the bench. The new position meant that their shoulder, rather than their back, with its greater injuries, took their weight when she leaned them against the wall. It also meant that their back was to the door.
"I need to kick my boots off," the demon said. "My jacket's probably a lost cause, but I'd rather not lose any more clothes to this endeavor."
They didn't bother responding; it wasn't as if they'd asked her to cover them with her jacket. They just huddled under it, ashamed of how grateful they were for the warmth.
"Like I said: lost cause. I'm never going to get all the blood out of that," the demon said.
She shuffled around behind them, making more noise than she had while carrying them. The only noises they could guess the source of were a pair of clunks that might have been her boots hitting the floor.
"Time to let go of the jacket, dove. It has to come off before you can get cleaned up."
The angel slowly released their grip on the soft leather. They hadn't realized how tight they'd been holding on.
"Well done," she said, voice full of mocking tenderness. The insincere praise brought heat to their cheeks and tears to their eyes.
The tears spilled over and ran down their cheeks as the demon began removing the jacket from them. The fabric had stuck to their skin, and no amount of gentleness would prevent its removal from being painful.
As the jacket fell away, the demon gave a low, impressed whistle. She'd seen their back before, when they were prone and bleeding on the dirty pavement, but perhaps it looked even worse inside. Here, twilight's dimness couldn't hide the marks given for their iniquity.
"His mercies never come to an end," she muttered angrily, the verse sounding profane upon the demon's tongue.
The angel shook their head and let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. They had earned this. This was the judgment they had received for their works.
She sighed in response. "Whatever. You'll figure it out, eventually."
That sent a shiver down their spine, but they were too tired to fully examine the implications of what she meant.
The demon sighed again. Then came a clink of metal and the rustle of fabric. "So much for not losing any more of my clothes in this process."
They made a wordless questioning noise.
"This next part is going to hurt. A lot. There's no way you'll be able to keep quiet on your own, and I'd rather not have my ears ringing for the next week. So."
She held something out. When their eyes focused on it, they realized it was a folded belt.
They looked up at the demon in confusion.
"Bite down on it," she commanded.
They hesitated, still unsure of the purpose.
Her lips tightened and nostrils flared, angered by their incomprehension. "You're going to be screaming, dove. This will muffle it. Bite."
They obeyed, opening their mouth and letting her place the leather between their teeth.
She nodded decisively. She turned her attention to the shower's controls, grabbing the shower head and holding it low before turning on the water. She tested the temperature with her hand before regarding the angel once more.
"The shower really wasn't laid out for this purpose," she lamented. "This will be awkward. Try not to fight me."
She took hold of their arm and raised the spray of water towards it.
The demon turned her attention to the necklaces with the healing charms. She plucked one from the counter, the motion incongruously delicate with the sharp-clawed hand performing it. She held in a closed fist in front of her mouth and sang a wordless note of song. The charm activated with a note of its own, resonating in harmony with the demon's voice. She then looped the cord around the angel's neck and adjusted the pendant so it hung above their left wing. The demon repeated the process with a second charm, placing it above their right wing. She regarded them for a moment, made a face, then activated a third charm.
"I'm using up my good charms on you," she said sourly. Despite the tone, her hands were gentle as she hung the charm around their neck and adjusted it until it lay on their sternum. "These are expensive, you know."
"Mea culpa," they apologized quietly.
The demon snorted. "It's only 'your fault' as far as whatever it is you did to get yourself kicked out, dove. And I suppose this is what healing charms are for, after all. I'll just have to make more."
"You made these?" they asked.
"Try not to sound so surprised there," the demon said dryly.
As rude as it was, they were surprised. Demonic magic and healing weren't things that went hand in hand. That the demon had made such strong healing charms, bending her magic to something it was utterly unsuited for, was impressive.
How powerful was she, to manage such a feat?
The demon sang a few notes; the charms hummed in response.
"Charms are working," she said. "But just to be safe… do you feel this?"
"No," the angel said. The action was an uncomfortable echo of the demon's painfully proven point about the necessity of this operation.
She poked several more spots, asking each time if the angel felt it. They answered truthfully that they didn't.
The demon arranged her tools on a rolling tray. When the angel turned to look, she moved the tray out of their line of sight.
"Keep facing forward," she ordered.
They did, despite how much they wanted to see what was happening.
The demon began to sing as she started her work. The wordless tune was a continuation of the notes she'd sung to activate the charms. It was soft and melancholic, a comfort and a lament at once.
She stopped her song only once, when the angel tried again to turn and see what was happening.
"Turn around," she said. The near-snarl was so different than the soft song that the angel froze instinctively. "Do not look back here."
They obeyed. Having their back to a demon was already frightening. The idea of having their back to an angry demon was terrifying.
"Good," she said, as though praising a hound.
The angel began to weep in fear and frustration as the demon went back to her work. With her song resumed, they couldn't even hear any hints at what might be happening. She could be doing anything to them, and they would have no idea.
Even if they did know, it wasn't as if they would be able to stop her. What did she gain by keeping them unaware? Was it just for her own sick amusement, to see how much she could make them do?
The demon's song ended.
"It's over," she said.
The angel turned slowly, half-expecting another rebuke. None came. Behind them, the demon stood by her rolling tray, now covered with black towels.
"Don't twist too much, or you'll undo my nice work," she ordered. "If you're trying to see what's there, I can show you in a mirror later, but I can just tell you now: it's a whole lot of nothing."
They swallowed hard against a sudden surge of nausea. Nothing, where there used to be…
"I adjusted the charms, so the numbness will wear off soon. Then all the magic can focus on patching you up."
Patched up, as if they were a piece of cloth to mend.
If only it were that easy.
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"Mea culpa": Literal translation "my fault", used as an apology
For everyone who tagged me in the WIP ask game: the working title of this was "hey hey ho ho those broken wings have got to go". I think I'm funny.
Could you do an angel/winged whumpee who has an injured wing thats rotting off and needs to be amputated? Bonus if he desperately doesn't want to lose it because chopping off a wing terrifying and they're the last thing tying them to a life and people they will never have back?
"N-No, no, there has to be another way!" Whumpee insisted. They couldn't feel their wing anymore — the nerves were entirely shot, the whole thing was rotting, emanating a smell that was hard to withstand, even for Whumpee. "Surely, there's a way to save my wing? Please?"
"Whumpee…"
"Please. Please, I'll do anything, just save my wing." Ever since their fall and losing their halo, their beautiful, pristine white wings were the only thing tying them to their heavenly existence. They were proud of their wings. There was no way they had to be amputated. "Please, I'm begging you."
"It doesn't matter what you tell me or do," the stranger who told them they could help told them. "It's not really my call anymore. It's rotting. The infection could spread to your other wing if we don't act fast enough. Maybe we're already too late, but with how attached you are, I didn't want to suggest chopping them both off."
"You're not touching my wings!" Whumpee screamed, backing away and huddling in a corner. "Nobody's touching my wings! They're mine! They matter! I want to keep them!"
"Whumpee…"
"I don't care what you say!"
"We need to do this." The stranger crouched down in front of them, so they could be at eye-level. "In your heart of hearts, you know it's true. It might not hurt anymore, but it will hurt when it spreads."
Whumpee saw double of them from how blurred their vision was from the tears. They didn't want to admit that the stranger was right. "Can you save my other wing?"
"I can try. And the sooner I try, the better my chances."
Whumpee looked down at the floor. Or glared, more like. They didn't know who they were mad at. Themself, the stranger, the angel who threw them out of heaven… They were just mad. So very mad.
"Okay," they muttered eventually.
"Okay? I can amputate it?"
"Just— Just stop talking about it. Just do it. I don't want to hear more about it."
The stranger gave them a kind smile. "Okay. Let's save your other wing."
Powerful, perhaps even divine whumpee who keeps whumper under control with favours. Bribing them into leaving others unharmed with the possibility of getting to hurt whumpee instead.
Whumper gets to defile divinity, have a godlike being at their feet, and all they have to do is not hurt some random mortals? Deal.
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Imagine Living Weapon rescued and on their way to recovering. Then Living Weapon's handlers coming back to Team to take back their "property". Team tries to stop them but they're held back as Living Weapon is chained up and taken. Living Weapon is ushered into a van and is surrounded by their old handlers. They talk about how much work they have for Living Weapon when they get back.
And Living Weapon snaps, killing all of them within a few heartbeats. The van stops as the driver runs into the back and is killed as well.
Living Weapon walks back to Team's headquarters, soaked in blood. When Teammate opens the door and sees them standing there, Living Weapon finally breaks.
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