My Emotional Support Whump Fantasy

day 1: scar reveal

@medwhumpmay

content: argument, scar reveal, rejection

“What is that?” 

Whumpee froze, mid-motion, shirt half-pulled off their body. They slowly turned around, facing a Caretaker that looked like they’d both rather be anywhere else and yet unable to actually move. They let go, and the fabric fell back down, over the gnarly scar that ran the length of their torso. “What’s what?” they asked with an awkward chuckle. Caretaker didn’t seem to be in on the joke.

“Whumpee, what is that?” 

“I, I don’t know what you mean. It’s just me. It’s always just been me.” Please don’t let this change anything. Please, let’s go back to how we were. Please, please, please.

Caretaker slowly walked into the room, right up to Whumpee. They reached out, stopping before their fingers could’ve brushed against their shirt. “May I see?” 

Whumpee stepped back. Caretaker lowered their hand. “It’s not just you, it’s… everyone. I don’t… go around showcasing it.”

“That much is evident. We’ve been living together for what, four years? And I’ve never… Gosh, Whumpee, I never… never once…”

“This doesn’t have to change anything,” they cut in. 

“How could it not?” they asked in turn, before they let out a deep sigh, running a hand down their face. “How could it not?”

“Just don’t let it!” Whumpee snapped. “Just— Just pull yourself together and stop looking at me like I’m some sort of freak!”

“You could’ve told me!” they snapped right back. “You could’ve told me instead of letting me find out like this! I thought we meant something to each other! I thought I was worth more than— than this.”

“I told you, it’s not you, it’s everyone!”

“Am I just like everyone to you?” 

Whumpee stopped in their tracks, the vicious attack dog inside them cowering like a kicked puppy at the question. They almost whimpered, too. “I… No, Caretaker, it’s not that… I would’ve told you eventually…”

“You wouldn’t have.” They sighed again. “You wouldn’t have.”

Whumpee stayed quiet. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair, turning away. The guilty silence more than confirmed their assumption. 

“Fine,” they said eventually, when Whumpee didn’t say anything. “Keep your secrets. Keep me at a distance, if you want. You know what? Maybe I don’t want to be close to you either.” With that, they left the room, not turning around to see the tears trickling down Whumpee’s face.

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@whumpsday

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"

The whumpee's head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut as they tried to calm their breathing.

In, out, in-

Their mind went blank as blinding pain shot up their spine.

They never got used to it. The whumpee's hands spasmed as, with a mind of their own, they tried to reach for the collar around their neck. All this resulted in was the whumpee pulling rather painfully at the ropes that suspended them from the ceiling.

Even if their hands were free, there was no way the whumpee could get this off. It was locked tightly, supplying shocks at what seemed like random intervals.

They struggled to keep their footing as another one ripped through their body, there was barely a break between this and the last one.

The whumpee let out a ragged sob, "you're not even watching! Why- what.. purpose does this serve?"

Silence.

Nothing but the whumpee's own heavy breathing.

"Please stop," they whispered, too quiet to be heard by anyone outside the room who might actually be able to fulfill their request, it was more of a quiet prayer.

There was no answer.

thank you to every single fucking person on this god forsaken site that has ever posted your own art or writing. You really put a vulnerable, important part of yourself out in the open on the hellscape that is the internet and if that isnt an act of bravery and a labor of love I dont know what one is

Here’s an idea for getting a plot;

1. Consume media. A book, a show, a movie, a play, whatever. Just pick something

2. Find something about it that stands out to you. It could be a dynamic between two characters, a plot line, an aesthetic, literally anything at all. Please note that THIS DOES NOT HAVE TO BE SOMETHING YOU LIKED - you can pick something you disliked as well, and if anything that might be even more useful depending on how you work

3. Write it your way, whether that’s paying homage to the original or changing it to be how you would prefer it to be handled, or even just an interesting alternative that’s not necessarily better or worse but gives you something different and interesting. You don’t have to use the same characters or even the same universe; just translate the point of interest into your own words

let’s hear it for the boy!

zander belongs to @spookyboywhump

“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking

Whumpee was reunited with his team and friends. Although they had seen the aftermath, none understood the extent of torture whumpee endured during the time with their captors.

Until breaking news aired on TV.

Whumpee, not wanting to relive the pain, slipped away to be in a room alone while it played...

"Recent local footage of a young man tortured has been leaked from the dark web. We've blurred the more horrific details however we are warning; some viewers may find this distressing.

Strapped to a metal table in what looks like an interrogation gone too far. His captors filmed him being punched, strangled, having a tooth forcibly removed, shot with nail gun, even taking a branding iron to the chest and then electrocuted. It appears the young man stopped breathing, before being resuscitated and brought back to life.

Incredibly, the victim seemed defiant towards his captors during and following the acts of extreme and incomprehensible cruelty.

How anyone can endure so much, is truely a mystery. Whether the young man survived the brutality, is still unknown.

Police are investigating and are looking for both captors and victim. We urge anyone with information to come forward."

More Parental Whumper Prompts

Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.

Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.

Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.

Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.

Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.