Whump Writing Sideblog

CW: Pet whump, restraints, brainwashing, covert surveillance/spying

Whumper shifted, releasing their embrace on Whumpee. Whumper held out a hand, and prompted Whumpee, “Give me your hands.”

It was clear from Whumpee’s face they weren’t sure where this was going, but they obeyed without hesitation. Whumper worked at the rope and untied Whumpee’s wrists. They did the same for Whumpee’s bound ankles.

“I need to go for a little while, alright?” Whumper said, setting up the test. Whumpee nodded, accepting without requiring more information. Whumper pet Whumpee’s head once more, then left them there. Whumpee watched them go without saying anything, but didn’t seem happy about the parting either.

They didn’t follow as Whumper left the room. Whumper waited a short while and didn’t see or hear anything from them, so Whumper crept back to the bedroom Whumpee was in. They listened at the door, and when that didn’t yield anything, they peeked inside.

Whumpee didn’t see. They were just sitting there. They looked lost in thought, brow furrowed in concentration. Whumper kept watching, but Whumpee made no apparent move to bring themself out of their contemplation.

That’s enough of that, Whumper thought. They reset position, then opened the door as if they’d just then arrived outside it. “Hey there.”

Whumpee startled. They offered Whumper a smile but still seemed wrapped up in some trail of thought or worry in their head.

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This event was previously introduced here, but a few things have changed, so here's the updated info post for it!

This is a whump event. Each prompt will be a song, which you can use as a prompt in whatever way you want.

This year the event will run the last two full weeks of June (June 14-27). While it runs for two weeks, only one week's worth is needed to count for completion, and you can use the remainder as alt prompts if you so choose.

The prompts list is here!

I'll try to reblog participant posts to this blog. The official event tag will be #sevensongsofsuffering2026, and that tag is the main place I'll look for submissions to reblog.

Answered questions:

CW: Pet whump, restraints, brainwashing

Pet scooted closer and snuggled up to their owner.

“There, good pet, you’re welcome,” Master cooed, and embraced them. They held Pet for a little while, then started petting their hair.

Pet cuddled closer and leaned into the touch, enjoying the sensation and the affection. Their master seemed to be happy about it too. They cuddled for a while before Whumper shifted.

“Give me your hands,” they prompted gently, holding out their own hand. Pet was a little puzzled but complied, presenting their bound hands. Their master worked at the binding and untied Pet’s wrists, then did the same for their ankles.

“I need to go for a little while, alright?” Whumper said.

Pet nodded in acknowledgement. Master rubbed Pet’s head one more time in parting, and walked out of the room.

Pet was sorry to see them go and be left without their presence, but Pet knew it wasn’t a long-term parting, so they’d be alright. That had been nice. Now Pet was left on their own and untied.

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Maybe Whumpee is trained in a service or task that will make Caretaker's life easier, maybe even something Caretaker needs. Maybe Whumpee is a Romantic who fits Caretaker's tastes exactly (the implications!). Maybe Whumpee was picked to fill a specific lonely hole in Caretaker's life. The important thing is that even though Caretaker wants to do right by them...the temptation to take advantage is non-zero.

CW: Pet whump, restraints, brainwashed whumpee

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart?” Whumper asked.

Whumpee nodded. They started wriggling to sit up. They didn’t request help, and Whumper didn’t offer it. They rather enjoyed watching Whumpee struggle. Whumper smiled as Whumpee awkwardly and painstakingly squirmed to a seated position despite the restraints binding them. So perfectly willing now to comply with Whumper’s wishes even when it was difficult or uncomfortable.

“Good,” Whumper cooed. “I’ll be right back.” They left the room to get food for Whumpee.

When they came back, Whumpee was waiting calmly right where they’d left them. Whumper sat next to them on the bed.

They were going to hand-feed their pet. “Here.” Whumper held up a piece of food.

Whumpee seemed to know exactly how to respond. They leaned in and took it using their mouth, gentle and delicate and oh so polite. Delightful. Whumper smiled at that, and praised them softly.

They continued like that, occasionally offering a sip of water instead of a bite of food, until Whumpee was finished. Whumpee behaved beautifully the whole time.

When they were done, Whumpee said sweetly, “Thank you, Master.” Whumpee smiled at Whumper and shifted closer. Then they snuggled into Whumper. Whumpee’s cuddling was affectionate and a little needy.

Gosh, that was adorable. “There, good pet, you’re welcome,” Whumper murmured. They put an arm around Whumpee and held them close for a few moments, then started petting their hair with the other hand.

Whumpee not only allowed it but seemed to appreciate it, leaning their head and pushing closer into Whumper’s hold. Whumpee was so good.

Whumper cuddled them for a while longer, enjoying this.

This certainly bode well. But Whumper figured they should observe Whumpee’s behavior a little longer before jumping to a conclusion.

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CW: Pet whump, restraints, brainwashed whumpee

How were they feeling? As glad as they were to be with Whumper, Pet was also kind of confused. But more than that, they felt a bit weird. “Strange…like there’s some part of me that’s off, or displaced…,” Pet answered.

“Thanks for telling me,” their master responded. “Let me know if it changes one way or the other, but don’t worry about it too much. Think you’re awake enough to do something else?”

“Mhm.” Pet nodded. If Whumper said not to worry, Pet wouldn’t worry. They trusted and obeyed their owner. And it was easy enough to let their concerns fade into the comfort that their mind whispered was right.

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart?”

Pet nodded and agreed. They wriggled and shifted to a more upright position. Their master smiled, patient. It was awkward with their limbs bound, but Pet managed to sit up.

“Good. I’ll be right back,” Whumper said. They stood and left the room.

Pet waited for them to come back. In the meantime, Pet took a few moments to see if they could figure anything else out…nothing came to mind. They got a better look at the room from their new position. It seemed nice and comfortable, but nothing there really struck them as familiar. Well, maybe their owner would clear things up for them.

It wasn’t long before Whumper returned with a plate of food and cup of water. They sat next to Pet on the bed. They picked up a piece of food and held it up. “Here.”

Since Pet’s wrists were tied and Whumper was holding it near their face, Pet assumed they were supposed to take it without using their hands. They leaned and delicately took the food with their mouth, careful to keep the touch gentle and their teeth away from their master’s fingers. Whumper smiled and murmured their approval, then offered Pet another bite-sized piece.

They continued like that, interrupted by the occasional sip of water Whumper helped Pet with, for the rest of the meal. Pet was good. They tried to accept what their master offered as sweetly and politely as they could. They were rewarded with their owner being pleased and continuing to care for them. It was nice.

Once they were finished, Pet smiled and thanked their master.

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CW: Brainwashing, restraints, manipulation, pet whump

Whumper finished with their work. They sat back, satisfied. Now Whumpee would be the way they wanted, Whumper’s perfect pet, even in their own mind. Hopefully that would help Whumper enjoy them even more fully.

Whumper tied Whumpee up, brought them to a spare bedroom, and waited for the new version of them to gain consciousness.

They didn’t have to wait too long before Whumpee’s breathing changed and they shifted slightly. They stirred but seemed to accept their bonds without struggle, which was promising. Whumpee started taking in their surroundings. When their gaze landed on Whumper, Whumpee smiled at them. Happy to see them, just like Whumper wanted.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Whumper said. They reached out and petted Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee hummed pleasantly as they leaned into Whumper’s touch.

Perfect. “There you are. So much better like this,” Whumper cooed softly. Whumper grinned. Whumpee was theirs, as they liked.

Whumpee looked a little lost, but with their worries melting easily back into contentment. Mostly they just looked sweet.

“How are you feeling?” Whumper asked nicely.

Whumpee seemed to think for a moment, face scrunching slightly in confusion. “Strange…like there’s some part of me that’s off, or displaced….”

As Whumper had speculated, Whumpee’s hold on their identity had been just enough to prevent Whumper from remaking it entirely. They might be able to fix that, at least to some degree, but they should give it some time and gather information first. They’d watch for any other sign or issues.

For now, they should stop Whumpee from following that train of thought too far. “Thanks for telling me. Let me know if it changes one way or the other, but don’t worry about it too much. Think you’re awake enough to do something else?”

Whumpee nodded and made an “mhm” noise.

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YOU ARE NOW PLAYING AS: PET

CW: Brainwashed whumpee, restraints, captivity, pet whump

Pet woke up. They felt strange but couldn't place why.

They were in a bed, surrounded by softness. Their wrists and ankles were tied. They flexed against the bonds, which held. That must mean Pet was supposed to be tied like this. That sparked an odd little twinge of discomfort, but it was quickly snuffed out. Pet was good. They trusted their master and were happy to do what they wanted.

Pet stirred and looked around. They hadn't seen this room before but felt vaguely aware they were still in their home. When they turned, they saw their owner sitting nearby. Pet smiled at them.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Whumper said. They reached out and petted Pet’s hair. Pet leaned into their touch with a pleased hum. It felt good, and Pet liked their owner.

“There you are. So much better like this,” Whumper cooed softly, then smiled. Better than what? Pet wondered briefly—but it didn’t really matter. As long as Whumper was happy, Pet was happy. If there was something Pet needed to know, their master would tell them.

And that was good, because there was a lot Pet didn’t know. Their memory was nothing but fog, insubstantial and retreating if they tried to grab hold of it. They at least felt sure of a few things: They were Whumper’s pet, and wanted to stay with them—needed to stay with them. They were safe and happy here. They wanted to be good and please their owner. Other than that…well, they’d have to rely on Whumper, because Pet didn’t have much figured out on their own. It was a good thing they had an owner to help take care of them.

“How are you feeling?” Whumper asked, voice as sweet as their touch.

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CW: Mind control, brainwashing, resistance is futile vibes

Whumpee started to fall. They still held on, but were fighting a losing battle.

Whumper kept their power up, always pressing against Whumpee’s resistance. And Whumpee slipped, a little at a time, losing ground to Whumper’s influence.

Whumpee started to listen more than they fought. They caught themself, but kept drifting under again. Losing themself to Whumper’s gift.

And then Whumper had them. Whumpee lost their grasp and their consciousness, falling under Whumper’s power.

Perfect. Now the real changing began.

Whumper got to work, Whumpee malleable beneath their power. They started to sculpt Whumpee into what Whumper wanted, their perfect pet. Submissive, affectionate, dependant, loyal, sweet, contented. But most of all obedient. Finally, Whumpee would be theirs, mentally as much as they were physically.

Whumper shaped Whumpee little by little, further and further. Once they were done, they’d set things up for the new situation.

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CW: Mind control, loss of power/control

Whumpee did their best to dig in and resist, but they were still being pulled down and down under the influence Whumper inflicted on them.

Whumper kept going: murmuring, pushing, soothing. Whumpee was starting to fall for it.

They tried to hold onto themself, tightly and determinedly. Whatever Whumper was doing…Whumpe didn’t want to lose themself to it. They clung to their mind, their identity, their wants.

But that mental fortitude still wasn’t impenetrable. Whumpee felt their resolve being chipped away at. And they found themself starting to listen more and more. They wanted to know what Whumper was saying anyway…

Soft reassurances sprinkled with assertions of control and encouragement to give in. Nothing too unusual for Whumper, but it hadn’t affected Whumpee like this before.

They were slipping. They’d started to lose focus and get lost in the words. Whumpee was trying to hold on but their mind was sliding through their fingers. They clung to what they still could.

They tried. But they were drifting more and more. And it felt so nice, and so comforting to just relax into it. Harder and harder to fight the power pushing on their mind.

And finally Whumpee’s will and consciousness were pulled away from them. Their last distant thought was a desperate hope that they’d resisted enough to preserve some deep part of them that Whumper couldn’t fully bend to their will. And then Whumpee was pulled to the comfortable oblivion of Whumper’s dark gentleness.

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CW: Mind control, manipulation, gaslighting, mild non-sexual noncon touch, referenced impending brainwashing and pet whump

Whumpee wouldn’t be able to overcome Whumper’s power for long. But they were putting up a piteous yet determined show of trying to resist it, practically asking Whumper to make a game out of it.

“Something the matter?” Whumper asked innocently.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes and shook their head.

“What’s wrong? I’m just holding you,” Whumper teased, burying their smile.

“You’re doing something,” Whumpee blurted, but a hint of delicious doubt crept into their voice.

“‘Doing something’? Whumpee, what are you talking about?” Whumper pushed further. They let up their power to further Whumpee’s confusion.

Whumpee shook their head and tensed themself again—then paused and looked back up in confusion.

Whumper gave them a smile, pretending to be puzzled at what Whumpee was talking about.

Whumpee hesitated, visibly thrown and affected by doubt. Satisfying. Well, that was round one of Whumper’s little game. Good thing they were already smiling, or they might have a harder time hiding their amusement.

“See?” they said to Whumpee, “Nothing to worry about. You can just calm back down.” Whumper let their power seep back in.

Whumpee drooped a little, unable to resist the calm. They tried to shake themself, but were clearly still affected.

“What are you doing?” Whumpee forced out, slow and slurring slightly.

“Nothing, really Whumpee.” Whumper insisted.

“No, you are…” Whumper could feel Whumpee’s mind pushing weakly against them. Whumper pushed back, easing closer to Whumpee’s limits…and then releasing their influence entirely before they got all the way there. Whumpee gasped slightly, momentarily disoriented.

Whumper swallowed a chuckle and feigned concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

“You…You—stop it. You’re messing with me.”

“Oh really? How?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have a way to figure out what it is, but you did something.”

“Sure about that?”

Whumpee glared and moved further from Whumper. Well, that was enough messing around, then. Whumper called on their ability again, this time ready to proceed. “You need to calm down and stop worrying about this. I’ve got you.”

Whumpee’s eyes and tenseness softened, already significantly affected. They didn’t move as Whumper took them in a gentle hold again and whispered gently to them. Whumper subtly brought Whumpee more and more under control, bending them to Whumper’s goal.

Whumpee no longer pushed back against Whumper, but turned their fight inward, struggling to hold onto themself. That might be enough to deny Whumper complete access, leaving imperfections in the control. But it wouldn’t be enough to stop them. Whumper was committed enough at this point. They kept going.

And Whumpee was slowly but surely slipping.

Once they were really under, Whumper would remake them into a much better behaved pet.

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Overprotective Caretaker tracking Whumpee's location without their knowledge because they won't trust Whumpee to take care of themself

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CW: Mind control, manipulation, gaslighting, mild non-sexual noncon touch, smth like fractionation idk

No. No, they weren’t just giving in to it. They knew where phyically fighting Whumper got them, but Whumpee could still defend their own mind. They didn’t know what Whumper had done to them, but Whumpee didn’t trust it in the least.

A part of them wanted to ask what Whumper was doing, but Whumpee decided their efforts were best spent elsewhere. Whumper wasn’t the best source of information anyway.

Whumpee mentally dragged themself out of the calm that threatened to pull them away. Whumpee scowled slightly in concentration as they fought to resist the effects closing in around their brain.

“Something the matter?” Whumper asked in a deceptively nice tone.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes and shook their head.

“What’s wrong? I’m just holding you.”

“You’re doing something,” Whumpee blurted. They had to voice it, because it had to be real, even if they weren’t sure what it was.

“‘Doing something’? Whumpee, what are you talking about?”

Whumpee just shook their head again, not wanting to get into it with someone they knew to be manipulative. They tensed in preparation to resist again—and found the influence had faded.

That was definitely odd. Whumpee looked back up.

Whumper gave them a slight smile with a hint of puzzlement. Whumpee hesitated.

“See? Nothing to worry about. You can just calm back down,” Whumper told them.

And Whumpee started to calm down—and then the feelings were back. Some unnatural soothing and pushing on their mind. Whumpee tried to shake off the calm again, but the…whatever it was…followed them back up. A spark of panic was doused as soon as it arose.

“What are you doing?” Whumpee managed to ask, though their mind felt sluggish.

“Nothing, really Whumpee.”

“No, you are…” If anything, the feeling was getting stronger now. Whumpee tried to shore up their mental defenses, but couldn’t help but feel like they were starting to slip a little. Just as they felt it was taking all their concentration to resist, it eased up, leaving Whumpee reeling.

“Are you feeling alright?” Whumper asked as they gasped slightly.

“You…You—stop it. You’re messing with me.”

“Oh really? How?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have a way to figure out what it is, but you did something.”

“Sure about that?”

Whumpee glared and moved further from Whumper.

“You need to calm down and stop worrying about this. I’ve got you.”

And the feeling rushed back into Whumpee in full force. It was definitely real, but they didn’t feel like arguing about it so much anymore. Their worries and world seemed to grow more distant. Whumpee didn’t move as Whumper took them in a gentle hold again and whispered something soft.

Whatever Whumper was doing to them…maybe Whumpee didn’t mind so much. It was definitely more comfortable and peaceful than their usual treatment.

The gentle drone of Whumper’s murmur seemed almost comforting. And it felt nice when Whumpee started to slip a little, without so many worries. The effects they’d been fighting started to seem less like an intrusion and more like a siren’s call. It could be good…

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