#🌧eviltag

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Whumpee who lives in corners. Whumpee who's bed is tucked tightly in to the corner of it's bedroom. It's chairs and sofas have to be set in corners, it's back pressed into the wall.

Whumpee who lives in it's headphones. Whumpee who doesn't take the audio devices off unless it's forced to. Whumpee who's heard the same old music time and time again, so often it just tunes the songs out. Whumpee who's not even listening to anything, but it doesn't feel safe without the headphones.

Whumpee who needs something extrenal to feel safe.

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Heres the stats if anyones interested lol

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Whumpee who never realized just how good it felt to know that Whumper wasn’t coming home.

Its captor has a business trip of some kind, or maybe even a vacation that they cannot risk bringing their Whumpee on, and so they leave it there.

Leave it at home.

And that first day, Whumpee just sits around, kicking dirt around or cleaning the house, whatever amount of freedom it’s allowed, waiting for its Whumper to return.

Then as the days go by, it starts to notice how different the atmosphere feels.

How the weight on its shoulders has completely disappeared. How it doesn’t need to worry about being the perfect person all the time. The eggshells are gone.

That’s when Whumper comes back, and it all goes back to Hell.

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CW/TW: INTERNALIZED VICTIM BLAMING, Wishing for Pain, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP THOUGHTS, Stuff that comes with an Abusive Relationship, Self-Deprecation, OP venting in tags

Obedient whumpees.

Broken, miserable, boot-licking, obedient whumpees.

Whumpees that don't even try to talk back, not for lack of thought, but for the fear of it. Whumpees who come to want to be scolded, who want to be yelled at, and yet are afraid of the scorn. Whumpees who will do anything for their Whumper, their Whumper, and wish for that pain.

And they're disgusting for it.

They're a horrible, enabling, victim-mentality, worthless thing that doesn't deserve anyone's favor.

This, being yelled at for every little thing despite how hard they try, that's what they want, they know it deep inside, and yet they cling to the idea of being saved and for what.

A freak like them doesn't deserve love that's not toxic. But that's the beauty, isn't it?

Toxic, corrosive, burning love is what Whumper gives them, and it's what they work so hard to keep, because thats what they are.

An obedient whumpee.

A broken, miserable, boot-licking, obedient whumpee.

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CW/TW: Asking for Pain, Implied Self-Harm [KIND OF]

"I just don't understand." Whumpee mumbles the sentence, voice nigh inadible from where it springs, but catches Caretaker's attention none-the-less. Whumpee's head raises a bit, blank gaze no longer glued to the floor but instead then unknowable distance. "I wish you would hurt me."

Caretaker's lips flatten into a long line, brows furrowing and forehead flattening, hand twitching at aer side, unsure if ae should offer comfort by touch or not.

This isn't the first time Whumpee had expressed an interest in being abused for a reason that Caretaker couldn't even come close to fathoming, and ae knew that it wouldn't be the last, yet even so the whole thing makes ae sick to aer stomach. To be fair, what else were you supposed to feel when your best friend kept begging you to punish them?

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It’s a learned behavior that Whumpee cannot be completely honest when they say they appreciate it.

Sure, being able to keep an ear out for any signs of danger like those they’d missed that day so long ago is great, but it’s hard.

It’s hard to be shunned from what once represented their only sense of security, the thing that stopped the noises that bugged them to the point of high distress.

Headphones used to be the only item that kept them safe and sound in their own little world against the big, wide, cruel one around them.

But now, all they were was another facet of the things that made their skin crawl and their mind rake.

It’s hard to keep out the noises that made them want to do something horrible when you you’ve got the equipment to do so, but can trust it no longer.

whumpee always has one ear uncovered when wearing headphones. They were caught off guard once and they're not going to let it happen again

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Caretaker = Ae/Aer (Pronouns never mentioned) Whumpee = It/Its

"You're so resilient!!" Caretaker's face beams wide with a smile that stretches from ear to ear. "You don't let anything get you down!!"

Whumpee can only smile back, it's smaller and weaker than that of it's counterpart, eyes darting away from the Caretaker's gaze. "Mmhm... yeah..."

No one ever talks about just how hard that so-called resilience is to handle.

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Do you think a Whumpee who's whole shtick is kissing Whumper's ass as to not get in trouble would eventually break down??

Not in front of Whumper, Heavens no, but when they're all by themselves, left chained in the basement while Whumper goes shopping or abandoned in their cell as Whumper does its job, do you think that they scream and cry and take out all of that pent up hate for the person they have to pretend for. Always pretending and for what, just to end up messing up and getting hurt for it anyways??? playing nice will last for a little, sure, but not always. But still they do it. Still they lick Whumper's boots, still they endure its rage, even if in the end it doesnt matter. theyll just kiss ass, wait to be alone, scream their lungs out, and do it all again and again and again

Just a thought

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“I could… I can… do it on my own. You know that…”

“But you don’t have to. That’s why I exist. You have your enemies, and I have their blood on my hands.”

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Number 2 😳😳😳😳...

CWs/TWs: A) Homelessness, Cold Whump B) Injury Whump B2) Caretaker & Whumpee Bickering

The car is all that they have. For whatever reason, the group is unable to stay anywhere else, and so the car is all that they have. It's where they live, where they play, where they travel, where they sleep.

A) The nights are cold, and the group hasn't got the cash to keep the gas on. So they turn it off, bundle up, and sleep. The light jacket wrapped Leader watches the others silently from the front seat, their breath terribly visible against the frozen air around their found family. They eye Right Hand who lies sideways in the passenger seat, arms coiled around themselves tightly and their legs drawn to their chest, face twisted into discomfort. In the back lays Youngest, stretched out over the seats and draped in a blanket (Or if u like five-man teams, the Rivals, both separated by Medic of whom they lay their heads on). The whole group snores like wild beasts, and shivers like mad, and Leader cannot help but feel that pang of embarrassment in depths of their soul. The disappointment in themselves for allowing the situation to get this bad. For allowing their family to go this cold.

B1) How could things have gone this wrong? How could it have gone this poorly? It's all leader can think as they drive down the road without even thinking about the speed limit. The only thing they can keep in their mind is the anger at the assholes driving behind them who just won't leave the trio alone, and the cries of pain Whumpee lets out from where they lie in the backseat. Caretaker hovers over them, struggling to stay upright at each turn and pothole, eyebrows folded sharply downwards over their terrified eyes. Under their fingers, blood spills from the wound in Whumpee's side, splattering the seats underneath with bright red. That stain would stay in the polyester for weeks afterward.

B2) "You're such a dumbass." Caretaker's voice quivers though they don't mean to let it, and they throw the steering wheel they keep clasped tightly in their hands to the left. As the car reacts all to slowly, Whumpee cringes in pain and hisses, barely noticing Caretaker's quick glance through the hurt. "Y-yeah... I know." Blood seeps through Whumpee's fingers, dripping over the seats below. They can feel themselves slipping into darkness, but fainting isn't an option. "Sorry."

Ah, A) is inspired by the anime Black Cat in which theres a group of three (Adopted dad, Emo teen son, Sweet sheltered daughter) who live in a car for a bit and UGHHHHHH. Also, SLIGHTLY inspired by GetBackers which is about two guys (Blond sweetheart, Brunet asshole) who also live in their car. B1) is inspired by Lupin III which is an anime about thieves (Goofy ass leader, Annoyed gunslinger, Stoic samurai, sometimes more) B2) is inspired by L/R which is an anime about spies (Silly class clown, kind emotionally repressed dude)

I've seen a whole lot of team/group whump on this blog (which is awesome because it's my favorite kind of whump) but not as much for other whump dynamics. So I was wondering about pair/trio whump. Anything there??

YES!!

okay this is a scenario that i've talked about before but i maintain it's the best one i've come up with: both characters are injured, but one hurt their leg and can't walk. the other character is hurt worse, but since they're the only one that can walk, they have to support the both of them.

two or three characters are stranded in a car on the side of the road in the middle of a snow storm.

in that same vein, when they're in a situation where all they have is each other to count on. when one of them goes down, the other has to keep both of them alive with no help.

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Hypocritical whumpers… need I say more??

…okay, fine. What about a Whumper who always gets upset over the littlest things, snapping over a loss in their favorite reality show. When Whumpee does the same… let’s just say the verbal dressing down they get about attitude is not pretty.

Or a Whumper who has a naturally upset/annoyed tone. God forbid that Whumpee does too, because that makes them defiant.

And so on.

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Whumpee who wasn't really away with Whumper for very long, not long enough for it's friends to change to the point that it doesn't even recognize them.

It still can't understand those they used too.

Not because of it's captivity. But because of it's self-imposed exile. It's shrinking away from it's friends in an effort to do... something.

A punishment?? Not wanting to be a burden?? Whatever it was, Whumpee made sure that it's friends wouldn't have to think about it anymore. For months, it was alone, with a single open, barely used contact to Caretaker to keep some sense of normalcy.

And when Whumpee ends up lonely, and tries to reenter the group, it realizes just how out of place it always was.

Another self-isolation prompt: Click Here

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Whumper = They/Them Whumpee = It/Its Caretaker = Ae/Aer (Not Referenced)

Whumpee whose actions are nearly entirely dictated by what Whumper would think.

Back when it was living with them, every little thing could be treated like an infraction, and not even those that were wrong.

If Whumpee didn't want to sit next to Whumper one night, it would have to face their wrath. If Whumpee asked for a different food for dinner, a verbal dressing down was bound to happen. Each and every thing could be taken as a slight.

So when Whumpee and Caretaker end up with one another for the former's recovery, Whumpee's afraid to do anything that it's newest roommate might not like.

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Whumper: They/Them, Whumpee: It/Its CWs/TWs: Implications of future torture whump, past-kidnapping, Whumpee-turned-Whumper, Whumper-turned-Whumpee

"You're like me." Whumper sneered down at the captive Whumpee who kneels terrified by their feet. Their smile is wide and their head tilted back, the light of a lone, yellowed hanging bulb echoing acrost their sharp features, the knife that they flip in their hand absentmindedly flashing with the light. "You can take it."

Whumpee whimpers through its gag, an old white towel stained in someone else's blood, and huddles further in on itself, trying to shrink away from its tormenter. Any word it might be trying to say is muffled by its restraints, and its fear.

And that only makes the Whumper smile grow wider.

"You're like me." Whumpee stares down blankly at the captive Whumper who kneels wounded by its feet. Its eyes are empty and its lipsare stretched into a thin line, cheeks covered in the same scars the rest of its body shares, all illuminated by the cold, white florescent light of a bar bulb that sits above. It holds the knife in its hand without moving a single muscle, sure and ready for it to make its mark. "You can take it."

Whumper's gaze is wide and scared, sock stuffed in their mouth keeping them unable to speak. They don't shrink away, as scared as they are, but sit still and stare forward, mind still running through the motions. Wondering how this could have happened to them. How they could have been bested by a former victim of theirs.

And that only makes Whumpee's scowl grow deeper.

"You're like me. You can take it."

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CWs/TWs: VAUGE Mention of Major Character Death

Something I think i'm particularly fond of that I don't see very often as a whump trope is "Character's body gives up on itself." It's a cliche that you could take sooooo many different ways

Character A has been going for as long as they remember, working towards their goals whilst trying to keep those around them happy at the same time. And when that amount of drive is added to a person who's gone through so much torture as A, you're bound to get a crash like no other.

Are they alone in this, are their friends to busy with their own tragedies to even notice what's going on with the one they know only as reliable and strong??

Is it noticed by the others, friends bewildered at the fact that their protector is suddenly so weak and at their mercy, acting like a little kid??

Do they fall apart slowly, organs seemingly randomly shutting down one by one, giving A a nasty illness the likes of which they could never even imagine??

Or does it come all at once, in the middle of the night, crippling A during a rest they thought would be like any other??

A has lived through much worse, so much worse, in their life, so this is nothing. Just a hiccup, a roadblock in the way of their rightfully earned success.

Then again, no one said your body had to be on the same page as your mind to keep you alive. And A's just pushed too hard.

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CWs/TWs: Self-Deprecation, Low Mental Health, Self-Blame, Similar Concepts

‘It is your fault, though. You know that.’ The statement blares through Whumpee’s mind each time it feels the tears well up and the overwhelming sense of loneliness start to devour its soul.

It’s the reason it’s so alone.

After all, it was the one who chose to self-isolate.

It’s better without it around, Whumpee knows that. It’s a bother to it’s so called friends (people who probably barely tolerated it and it’s stupid rambling brain), so it had to leave them.

It’s better like this.

Even though it hurts.