#🌧eviltag

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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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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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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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“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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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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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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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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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.

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‘They’re gonna yell at me for that.’

Its a thought that Whumpee finds running through its mind constantly. Popping up at any slight action.

Right now, it was because of the half full bucket of strawberries that sit on the shelf smack-dab in front of it. The little red fruits are at least a few days old, just a bit wrinkly, and to Whumpee, they look gross. Not the kind of thing that it wanted to eat.

And that made it a waste. A waste that was all Whumpee's fault.

'They're gonna yell at me for that.' For not eating the things that they had specifically asked Caretaker to get for it, and making them go bad. But that was okay, because it deserved the discipline, even if it hurt.

'They're gonna yell at me for that.'

Whumpee stared at the tiny clock in the bottom right corner of it's laptop, back arched over in a way that was most definitely not good for it's posture and it's hands now still on the keyboard. The tips of it's fingers lightly brush the keys as it sits nearly still, mind racing with dread.

It really, truly hadn't realized that it was so late. It had told itself the moment it heard Caretaker come into the house that it would just watch the rest of that video then it would go and greet it's friend.

But it didn't.

Like the idiot it was, Whumpee got distracted, and now look at the time.

'They're gonna yell at me for that.' Whumpee cringes at the notion before mentally kicking itself. That was for the better. It needed to learn to be better anyways, and obviously all the previous verbal punishments hadn't done their job.

Then again, why did the thought of going to Caretaker and facing it's due retribution make it's insides rake.

'They're gonna yell at me for that.'

The entirety of Whumpee's body is shivering like a leaf in a storm, head hunched deep into its shoulders and it's eyes blinking away tears.

It cannot bring itself to look at Caretaker, only keep it's gaze down and wait for the screaming to begin.

When and why on Earth did it get so defiant? That's the other thought that races alongside the former, both doing their best to make the interior of Whumpee's mind a living nightmare. The only thing that a worthless animal like it offered was whatever it's person asked of it, and yet it really couldn't do anything right.

It had failed with Whumper, and it had failed with Caretaker.

What was left but to take the punishment.

To wait for ae to yell at it.

Not but two or so steps in front of Whumpee, stood the aforementioned Caretaker, gaze slowly scanning the hunched over person that stood ahead of aer.

All they can see is someone who's been treated like shit for far too long.

"Oh, Whumpee." Caretaker's voice is just as soft as aer movements, slowly stepping forwards and wrapping its arms around aer friend. "There's nothing to be sorry about, don't worry."

In the corners of Whumpee's eyes it can feel the tears start to roll, but it manages to choke back its sobs.

"You being yelled at won't help with anything, and I know it just makes you sad. You're okay. You've done nothing wrong."

It goes to make a a rebuttal, but all that makes it out of it's throat is a loud croak. It's arms find their way weakly around Caretaker's waist.

"I'm not going to yell at you."

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Do you think that a Whumpee post-torture ever has to remind themselves to smile?

Like they'll just be by themselves, in their room, typing stuff on the computer as the overwhelming dread creeps over the bed where they sit. They should be asleep a while ago, but they can't bring themselves to bother, not when the next thing they'd be doing is waking up to another day. It weighs down their shoulders and their spine, posture like a vampiric gamer who's never left his room, and their face is as neutral as neutral could be.

But, their mind strikes up quickly, you've gotta smile. They draw their back upwards as their fingers trace their lips into a grin that lasts for but a few seconds. You've gotta smile, because you've gotta keep going.

You don't have a choice.

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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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✨🌈 Whumpee Thoughts!! 🌈✨

CWs/TWs: Suicidal Thoughts (mostly passive), AGGRESSIVE Self Depreciation, Derealization, Self-Harm (Hitting)

“They’re going to yell at me about that later/tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to go to bed. I wish I’d never wake up again.”

“I’m such a stupid, worthless piece of shit that doesn’t even matter.”

“It’s not like I’m real anyways.”

“I don’t have the energy to do this.”

“What’s the point.”

“Nothings fun anymore, I don’t feel happy.”

“It would be better if I’m not around anymore.”

“No one needs me here.”

“I’m nothing but an annoyance to the people around me.”

“My friends—! Oh wait, I don’t have friends, I left them all.”

“Punch yourself. Slam your head into that wall. Break your head open. Bleed.”

“Everything I think is such bullshit, I’m such an attention whore.”

*Aggressively violent thoughts as response to minor triggers*

“I deserve it.”

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Something I've been kinda obsessed with lately is the concept of pseudo-time loops. Like...

Whumpee and Caretaker have been kidnapped and thrown in a dungeon by Whumper in your classic "hurt them to hurt you" scenario. This means that everyday follows the same format. Whumpee is taken away. Whumpee is tortured. Whumpee is returned. Caretaker has to comfort them. Repeat. There is no diversion from this, every step the same, and there is no end in sight.

For all intensive purposes, this is what I mean when I say 'pseudo-time loop' in the most general form. A lot of the ways that I plan to use this are fandom specific, and a little complicated, so I wanted to simplify to a prompt that could work for anything.

How could you use this idea?? What whump concepts have you been obsessed with??