Hello! I've had this blog for a while to lurk in the whump community, but I want to get a bit more involved and it seems that intro posts like these are the norm.
You can call me Nym, I use she/her pronouns and I love whumping my OCs and TTRPG characters. I mostly reblog prompts I like here, but maybe I'll make an original post every now and again!
Also, this is a side blog so I'll follow/like from my main account. Not sure what else to put here. I'm excited to get more involved in this community!
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âFor talking back.â The first smack barely turns their head, but it doesn't stop stinging by the time-âfor disobeying-â the next one lands.
They let their head hang to one side, trying to keep their breath as... close to normal as they can. Trying to hold back the tears â Whumper loves the tears.
âFor trying to lie â look at me.â His voice is harsh, and as Whumpee forces themself to obey, they can see him readjust his gloves. Leather creaks as he moves his fingers, and it's so stupid â his hands also sting, and it's unfair that he gets to feel that, too. âDo you understand, already?â
They want to spit something out. Besides the blood and drool pooling in their mouth, they mean â something about what a jerk he's being, something about telling him to go fuck himself. Whumpee knows it's worthless, though, or less than that, even.
They're halfway through a nod, trying to swallow. The slap makes their ears ring again.
They stumble to look forward again, and as they take a deep breath in, they feel the liquid dripping from their lips, their chin.
The backhand almost throws them on the ground.
âFor bleeding on my floor.â Whumper's silhouette is blurry, but they manage to look at where his eyes should be.
Whumpee spits, letting the metallic taste leave their tongue, and presses their mouth closed again in time for the hand holding their neck, the next hit â no, the next two, three.
âFor being- a disrespectful little shit.â
Whumper only stops to fix his gloves again, pushing them back, and Whumpee lets themselves crumble to the floor, a wicked sense of satisfaction setting behind the sting and the numbness.
"Go on," Whumper snarls into Whumpee's ear, gesturing toward the camera, "beg your friends to come save you."
Exhausted in every sense of the word, with their pride lying dead on the floor and their will to live shattered like glass, Whumpee manages to focus their half-lidded gaze on the blinking red dot. "Please..." they rasp out, voice hoarse from screaming, "don't let Caretaker see this."
something something extremely sexy when magic users resort to physical violence. yeah i have the power of god and anime on my side but i also have THESE HANDS. i cast Punch You In The Face. i take my magic staff through which i channel the vast energies of the elements and the cosmos and i cast Severe Concussion And Skull Fracture. casting time for xenoglossy too long, chose the quicker route of Stab You In The Throat.
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Whumpee who feels alienated from comfort by the time they're rescued... Whumpee that removes themselves from comfort... Caretaker keeps insisting to them that they deserve comfort so they just start doing it in secret... Moving from the bed to the floor because that's the only way they can sleep anymore...
Whumpee quivered, but swore they heard footsteps leaving. They cautiously lifted there head to look around. The second they did, a hand grabbed them and slammed their head back down against the floor.
i think one of my all time faves when it comes to whump scenarios is when whumpee has to pull themself out of the wreckage of what whumper did to them, they save themself, however means necessary (possibly by killing whumper, running away, who knows.) and when they're back, they try to be normal, try to get back to how things were like before, but they can't, and after a while everyone around them starts to see them crack.
"oh, do shut up," whumper says, clamping their hand upon whumpee's jaw. the screaming devolves into helpless sobbing, their teeth chattering as they attempt to quieten themself.
with a little bit of pressure applied, their jaw is forced open wide. whumper runs their gloved finger down the smooth, wet muscle twitching in the mouth.
"or would you like me to cut this off?" whumper asks, almost gentleâ in the same cadence one would peruse to inquire after someone's day, or the way they like their coffee.
whumpee freezes, any and all sounds dying in their throat.
"that's good," stroking their tongue, praising the quiet and the fear so complete that whumpee seemed to barely be breathing.
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really nice gift for Specifically Me when the character has an immediate and violent panic response to being held down / physically restrained. especially if their affect is usually cheerful or relaxed or reserved and this is their one "sicko mode (wildly uncharacteristic)" button.
The Guest shook his head in disappointment and shot a disgusted look down. âWhat do you do when they show such blatant disrespect?â he asked his friend.
âI hit them,â Whumper said with an apologetic grin. âPunch them.â
âAnd then what? Does that work?â
âWell, not really.â He let out a little chuckle. âBut I donât mind.â
A sigh, followed by a short silence. âYouâre way too soft on them.â
âI kinda like it when they push back.â
âThereâs a difference between liking the fire in them and allowing them to do whatever they please.â The Guest shot him a look. âLike insulting visitors.â
Both looked down in silence at Whumpee, who was writhing at their feet after a merciless beatdown, listening to their conversation. Whumper didnât seem admonished or ashamed, but did seem to think that over.
âMaybe you should leave them with me for a week,â the Guest finally said.
Whumpee stopped breathing. Their eyes went wide. They sharply looked up, winced hard as pain shot through them, but they found Whumperâs eyes. He was looking at them with a strange expression; still thinking it over. Whumpee held his gaze, shook their head.
âYou think?â Whumper asked slowly, eyes locked on Whumpee but addressing his guest.
âIâll instill the basics. Nothing too drastic, donât worry. I know the line between that fire you like and desired behaviour.â He looked down too, his sneer turning to a cold gaze. âAnd they should know as well.â
âWell, alright,â Whumper said, to Whumpeeâs horror.
A hand immediately clamped around their wrist and pulled them up without mercy, not caring about the bruises and pains he inflicted just moments ago.
âNo⌠No, waitââ Whumpee started as the pain flared up all over their body, not sure if they were protesting this horrible arrangement, or were hoping for a second to gather themself. Or both.
A slap echoed out. Sharp pain exploded over their face. Dazed, horrified, they let Whumperâs guest pull them in close.
âDo as youâre told,â he hissed in their face.
All they could do was give a meek nod. And let themself be dragged off. To god knows where. With some unknown man.
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Days had passed and they still didnât know a thing about this guy. Didnât know his name, so they just referred to him in their head as âWhumperâs friendâ. Whumperâs goddamn awful friend. Or asshole, bastard, rotten idiot. Never out loud. No, never again. That had been their first lesson.
So by now, after a week, the only thing they knew about him was that there were no bounds to his cruelty. And that he accepted no resistance whatsoever.
Even laying down, on this cold barren floor, the pain of all the punishment still racked through them. Bruises throbbed with each movement, cuts threatened to reopen, reminding them of their struggles, their resistance, of what he wanted from them. Only the welts on their back fully drove that home and were the ones that snapped that last thread of defiance.
Even a sob hurt, so they just lay there⌠waiting.
The door creaked open and automatically their body curled up, all tense.
Footsteps echoed closer.
Whumpee hesitated, but still raised their head. Slowly, as if it took the greatest effort. Well, it did. But it was better to gauge what his mood for the day was. Or see if he carried a weapon with him.
âOh, my,â they heard a familiar voice say instead.
A soft but sharp inhale through their nose. They snapped upâimmediately winced in pain.
Whumper crouched down in front of them.
âOh my,â he said again, this time his tone laced with amusement instead of surprise. âMust be a trick of the light⌠Iâd swear I saw some relief there.â
For once they were glad of their broken body and that wince that covered that relief. Still, they looked away.
But Whumper wouldnât have it.
His hand cupped their chin, rougher than he would before, fingers digging under their jaw, and he yanked hard to force them to look at him.
âWhat did you learn this week?â he asked.
Whumpee snarled, biting back their anger. They didnât want to say it, it would be humiliating. They wanted to sneer and rage instead; shout how his friend was a sadistic bastard, and so was he! But a voice in the back of their head stopped them, a voice that sounded an awful lot likeâ
âPlease,â they started in a soft voice. âI want to come with you.â
âWhy?â
Their voice died in their throat. If there was anything they had learned this week, it was to tread carefully. Heâd probably get angry if they said he was softer, not as angry as his friendâŚ
âIf you learned to be this good...â Whumper purred, and lightly pushed their chin up, âThen it wouldnât matter with whom you stayed. You wouldnât need any more punishment.â
No. But if they did⌠and they would⌠it was an easy choice between a fist or a whip. Whumpee started trembling. Tears pooled against Whumperâs fingers. He was not swayed.
âSay it. Or Iâll think youâll need another week here.â
A hiccup. Then a whisper. âHe is cruel⌠so cruel. Please, I want to come with you. Youâre not this wicked, youâreââ They choked on the only word they could find that wouldnât offend but appealâbut it would be awful to say. They swallowed it down. âYouâre merciful.â
He let out a soft but kind scoff. The fingers in their jaw fell away. And he held out a hand to them instead.
âThen letâs go home.â
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