#amnesiac whumpee

[zoethehead]

The whumpee doesn't remember how they ended up in a soft bed, but what they did remember was pain, tears, bloodstained roads and ground, and someone who was possibly near to them...............dying.......

The whumpee opens their eyes to see a softly lit room, someone was sitting near their bedside; "oh, good... you've finally woken up. " The caretaker said. The whumpee noticed soft blankets resting upon their body. They turned their head slightly, feeling the pillows propping them up. The whumpee tried to sit up, the blanket sliding off their chest, revealing bandages wrapped up around their wounds and injuries. "Please lay back down. You're hurt." The caretaker worried, placing their hand on the whumpee's shoulder. The whumpee obliged; still very woozy from whatever had happened to them.

"I just wanted to know, considering your condition.... who did this to you?" The caretaker asked

The whumpee tried to recall, but it felt like there wasn't anything.........tears welled up in their eyes as the whumpee said....

" I don't remember ......".

The whumpee didn't have enough strength left to stay awake--or even cry. They felt themselves slipping back into the murky depths of unconsciousness, the last thing that they heard was the caretaker saying; "Save your strength, please.... everything will be fine, just rest...."

[whumpstuff1]

Whumpee who has no recollection of what they did, but they know their whumper must have a good reason for punishing them... right?

[cold1dead1eyes]

25. deadly illness

whumpee scrapes at the walls of their containment facility. scratch marks cover the concrete, their nails bloody from their scramble to escape.

“caretaker!” whumpee screeches, but their throat is already torn raw. they’ve been yelling for what feels like days. they can’t remember anything— their head is a mess, their vision pulses dangerously at light.

whumper watches them from the little window in their door. it makes whumpee feel like a damn lab rat. it should be the least of their worries, but it’s still horribly demoralizing.

whumpee keeps clawing at the walls. they’re so delirious that they don’t even notice whumper walking into the room.

“whumpee!” whumper says, cheery, and whumpee immediately spins around. they find whumper standing in the middle of their cell, wearing a lab coat and gloves. they immediately push themself up against the back wall.

“where’s caretaker?” whumpee asks. they try to be brave, but their voice quivers. whumper walks up to them. they put one gloved hand in their hair, and softly pet them.

“oh, them? they’ve been dead for years, whumpee.” and whumpee— whumpee can’t believe that. caretaker’s dead? just a few days ago they were fine. a few days ago. whumpee tries to remember the date but can’t. everything is so fuzzy.

“you got something awful growin’ in here.” whumper taps them on the forehead. they circle their head, apparently mapping out whatever awful thing is destroying whumpee from the inside. it’s big, whatever it is.

“you don’t have much time left, sweetheart. so until then, be a good subject for us, hmm?” whumper gives whumpee a hearty clap on the back.

whumper leaves. a few days ago, the confirmation that they’re just a lab rat would’ve made whumpee feel sick. but not anymore. whumper was the only thing that felt real, and if whumpee was dying anyway, they should have the small luxury of safety.

prompt from @whumpay

[abhainnwhump]

"Whumpers" is in quotation marks because they are actually Caretakers but Whumpee had their memories distorted. They see Caretaker as Whumper and vice versa.

[spicywhumper]

A neat idea – or maybe not so neat, I'm just enjoying using it: whumpee keeping a journal. An amnesiac whumpee starting a journal, or multiple journals. One for present stuff, one for their jumbled memories of captivity, one for their faded memories from before. Jumping between little notebooks as they try to paint a clear image of their whole life.

[bilightningwhumper]

"Royal Makeover"- Frog Prince retelling Masterlist

TNEI Tumblr Masterlist

Rating:

Mature (with some Explicit scenes throughout)

Basic Premise:

M/M romance; male whumpee, female whumper, various caretakers

Summary:

[Under construction] All main characters 18+ unless specified otherwise (ie, certain flashbacks). Labeled as Mature, though some scenes will be explicit

Notes:

Whump heavy in assault of multiple natures (torture, sexual, etc), so caution moving forward; dehumanization; conditioning; brainwashing; other warnings to be added as story progresses I do not condone Rape/Noncon irl. This is purely a way to vent and cope.

(* for mature/18+ posts)

Tumblr posts:

Prologue (in progress)

Excerpts:

I can't believe I thought you loved me. (Mangst 2024- Day 27/Spoilers)

More coming in October!

[the-bar-sinister]

Mistaken identity whumpees-- tortured for information they don't have or crimes they didn't commit.

Criminal whumpees-- subjected to legal and government sanctioned torture and abuse.

Political whumpees-- the victims of mob 'justice' brutality for systemic issues they might not even have a hand in.

Amnesiac whumpees-- who don't even know why their torments are happening to them.

Disabled whumpees-- abused by the institutions and people who were supposed to help them.

[bamber344]

Project Genesis MASTERLIST

Project Genesis is a superhero living weapon whump series about an ""amnesiac"" superhero who was nursed back to health and trained by her supposed 'Father' to become an efficient and ruthless criminal-catching machine for the police, and a weapon to further her benefactor's desires. Only, as she is given more and more freedom in the outside world for the sake of Father's mission, Jordyn begins realising that her origin might not be as clear-cut as it was made out to be.

Featuring many lesbians, sad women, manipulative old men, god-like eldritch beings, unethical science, probably a few identity crises, a confusing definition of the word 'sister,' and one very unfortunate ghost, haunting the whole thing.

(i wish i could tell yall what this concept is really about but i don't wanna spoil the reveal :< )

(crossposted on Royal Road and Scribblehub)

Prologue Prologue - Birth

Whumpee intro/Jordyn's Training arc Jordyn's Training, part 1: The First Mistake Jordyn's Training, part 2: Questions Jordyn's Training, part 3: Final Exam Jordyn's Training, part 4: Deployment

Deployment Day mini-arc Till Death Did Us Part Behind The Curtains Mindfuck

Streets of Tombguard arc The Cost Of Negligence Cracks In The Façade Invested In Your Success A Day In The Life Of Vivienne Matthews Birds Of A Feather Secrets Below The Precinct Subject G-5: 'Magpie' Consequences

taglist: @steelandblood@sapphicwhump @urnumber1star

(lemme know if you wanna be added ;) )

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

tropes for a character (a whumpee) who has amnesia

whumpee waking up from their coma with no memory of who they were, what happened. only that — according to caretaker — they were in an accident.

whumpee being kept in a room or was not allowed to leave the house. according to caretaker, this is for whumpee’s safety. but whumpee couldn’t help but find “caretaker” suspicious.

whumpee not being able to trust caretaker, they don’t know if caretaker really is caretaker, or if they’re whumper.

whumpee may begin developing some sorts of visions; could these visions be a complete hallucination with nothing more, or were they memories of whumpee’s life prior to their loss of memories? hmmm

inspired by Amnesiac (2014), one of my personal favorite movies

[whumpycries]

Amnesiac whumpee being interrogated by a whumper who thinks they're lying.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Angst Masterlist

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

Hero x villain (nb/nb)

Snippet #4

Prompt Fill #2859

Snippet #12

Snippet #14

Song prompt

Supervillain abusing villain

Identity reveal: pt. 1, pt. 2

Villain’s scars

Villain gets scared when hero snaps

Suicidal villain

Hero drinking in the bathtub

Hero being tortured in front of villain

Hero x Villain betrayal

Hero x arrested Villain

Poor Hero x Millionaire Villain

Touch-starved Hero x Villain

Hero hurting their friend

Villain embarrassed of their scars

Captured Hero with Henchman as sibling

Villain having a breakdown

Villain showing up at hero’s doorstep

Hero x possessive Villain

Hero x self-destructive Villain

Hero x Villain betrayal (again)

Hero’s kid replacing them

Sunshine Hero x Grumpy Villain

Hero x Villain confession: pt. 1, pt. 2

Another Sunshine Hero x Grumpy Villain

Tired Hero x Villain

Sidekick hurting hero

Hero finding Villain in Supervillain’s lair

Evil Hero x good Villain

Vampire Hero x Human Villain

Hero x Hurt Villain

Snowy’s ask

Devastated Hero x Possessive Villain

Married Hero x doc!Villain

Hero x abusive Villain

Oblivious Hero x protective Villain

Hero abandoned Villain

Hero slowly turning into the villain

Villain lashing out at Hero

Suicidal Hero x Villain

Enemies with benefits

Hero making Villain cry

Villain breaking Hero’s heart

Sidekick harming themselves

More childhood friends angst

Prompt Fill

Hero x Villain betrayal

Amnesiac villain

Terrified Hero x kind Villain

Hero x Villain who lost their memories

Villain forced to kill their own sidekick

Didn’t know where else to go trope

Terrified hero x kind villain

Memory loss

Didn't know where else to go

Continuation villain whumpee

Sleepless hero x sleepless villain

touch-starved hero

Reckless Hero x worried Villain

Prophecy snippet

Hero fails to kill villain

Other

Spoil-of-war prince x prince: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4

Hero x villain sleep paralysis (f/nb): pt. 1, pt. 2

Hero x Villain (mlm)

Childhood friends (mlm)

Angel x Demon

Heroine x Villainess (wlw)

Prince x knight (mlm)

Hero x Villain (mlm)

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma from MDA: RAINCODE is definitely my biggest whumpee candidate of choice 🌡️💊

I don't think I've ever messed with any other character this much in my life as a closeted illness whump enthusiast before... X'D

Just look at him. It's too easy... 😅 (I made all these edits)

Literally every illness whump lover has that one specific male character that they like to mess around with/torment the most. I see a lot of people focus on Voltron, Yuri on Ice, Merlin, LOTR, Marvel, BSD or even Danganronpa. But for me? I think this small amnesiac detective wins. There is just TOO MUCH bait in this game to NOT see him as physically weak and frail. (aka a perfect specimen)

RAINCODE CHAPTER 0 SPOILERS (kinda)

(the game even refers to him as such in chapter 0, hell that one moment of chapter 0 was bait enough for me along with what they said in the final deduction)

ALL OF THIS WAS BAIT GOOD GOD.

(idcifthecauseofitwassomethingelseiwillnotletthatstopme)

Also HE IS ALWAYS HOLDING HIS HEAD LIKE THIS THROGHOUT THE GAME, HELLO? 👀👀👀

Also also: Rain Code takes place in a city of RAIN.

What's that one glorious bs rule of anime?:

Stay out in the rain too long you get a 100 degree fever the next day or even later in the same day.

GOD IT'S TOO EASY

Bless Rain Code. And Bless Yuma Kokohead.

🙏🙏🙏🙏

I mostly torment him with fevers (bc its my favorite illness category and they look SO GOOD on him 🤒) but I also have sprites of him having a stuffy cold and ones where he's nauseous and post emeto.

The whole illness shebang~

Here's the post. You’re welcome 👌

He's just too much fun I'm sorry 🤷‍♀️

I’m happy I found my prime candidate after all these years��let me have this xD

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Please recommend me any movies with male whump and female caretaker.

Hello my anonymous friend,

I know it's a bit late but here's a list of a few movies with at least a bit of what you're asking for.

The Beguiled (2017)

Infinite Storm (2022)

Jan Žižka (2022)

Amnesiac (2014)

'71 (2014)

Me before you (2016)

The 12th Man (2017)

If anyone else knows some movies with male whumpee and female caretaker please feel free to add it to the list.

[whumperfultime]

ooh tell me more abt your high fantasy ocs? 👀 (if you want of course, no pressure)

-@erdarielthewhumper

You're the first person to have asked about my OCs, I'm honored! 💖

I've written a lot of high fantasy OCs over the years but the ones I'm currently rotating in my brain are among my oldest, made when I was about 12 years old I think? I'm still trying to rework the details of their story, but the general gist is this: two princes from enemy kingdoms are prophesized to go to war, but the outcome of the war is unclear. It's also said that a powerful magical weapon (which turns out to be a dagger) will decide the winner.

Ethir, the protagonist prince, is probably my favorite whumpee of the bunch. Whumpy highlights of his life include:

Being (willingly) placed in a magic-induced coma to delay the war and awakening 102 years later with almost no memory of his past.

Almost immediately after awakening, being confronted by guards serving the current king (whose ancestors assassinated Ethir's parents and usurped the throne) and sustaining a concussion while trying to flee. (He ends up captured, but the princess takes a liking to him and helps him escape.)

All of the angst you would expect for his situation. He's an amnesiac who gradually realizes that he has no surviving relatives. The current king wants to arrest him because he wants to hide the fact that his ancestors pretty much stole the throne. He doesn't have an army so he has to rely on the help of the country's network of thieves and other career criminals. Immediately after waking up from the longest nap in history he has to fight in a war.

Years after winning the war, when he's married with a family, he ends up getting abducted by a sorcerer who repeatedly tortures him wanting to know where the dagger ended up so he can steal it. (Fortunately he's rescued by his daughter and nephew.)

I haven't written much whump for the other characters, unfortunately. I'd like to write more about his second-in-command and future wife Mysta, who's the most stubborn woman in the world and would make SUCH a fun defiant whumpee. There's also Mysta's brother Dracir and his eventual wife Chinyei. I think I could do a lot with Dracir because he's into combat and weaponry. Chinyei is more of an academic but she's got a lot of potential for more emotional whump.

Thank you for the opportunity to infodump about them <33333333 Seeing your art reminded me of how fun high fantasy whump can be!

[professional-idiocy]

We've all seen the trope where hero loses their memory and uses it to their advantage.

How about we reverse it ;3

Frenemy Villain loses their memory. Hero uses this to their advantage to convince the villain that they're a hero and they've been partners for all this time.

Later Villain figures this out :3

[comfy-whumpee]

Lauritz

TW: addiction (beginning of italics section, skippable).

The thing crackles when it comes on. The crackle fizzes against his head, as if he can feel it before it touches his skin. He feels like perhaps he can. There’s a current running through him, an electric fear that exposes every nerve like sparking wires. His skin feels like it’s ready to jump off his bones and run. He wishes he could follow. He wishes...

Then the pain comes, flashing across him and whiting out his thoughts with a harsh jolt.

Silence, and he catches his breath, trying to blink through the haze. His ears are ringing. Something twitches, he isn’t sure where it is. He closes his eyes, opens his eyes, tries to look around, but there are only white patches.

The crackle comes on again, and Lauritz remembers to close his teeth together so he doesn’t bite his tongue. He doesn’t know how he knows to, but the thought--

Disappears from his head with the jab of the electricity again against his shoulder, sending a spasm like an earthquake through his bad arm and down into his muscles, and this time he screams, hoarse and half-voiced, breaking up into a static gurgle as the - cattle prod? As it pulls away.

Oxygen pulls into his lungs painfully, dragged in down a throat that burns. He’s tired already. It’s only been two. There’s going to be ten.

“Ple...” he tries, but the word croaks into nothingness, and pain shears over him in response, pulling his body out of his control. He jerks in the chains, rattling them above his head. His hands are shaking. “Pl...se...”

The crackle and the stab of pain rocketing across him, and his voice wheezes out in a failed cry. The pain stops, then starts again, moments later, and he seizes up, yanking on the manacles and trying to force his voice into motion. It’s like a nightmare, unable to scream, unable to move, body twitching out of his control even after the shock has stopped, and his voice won’t come out, and his breaths are just wisps of air.

He feels like he swallowed a sword of flame and he knows there are still four to go.

The skin is numb when it hits him again, but the wires that run through his skin are no less potent, like poison in his veins. He gasps for breath when it finally stops, and even that barely makes a rasp. This is how he lost his voice, he realises distantly, until the thought is wiped out by the agony.

Two...One left? Only one left, he thinks.

He screams. His body is aflame. His throat vents pain and it only comes back stronger.

He’s done, he’s done, that was ten--

Body dissolves into white flame. He can’t stop shivering. Was it not ten? Were there more? Please, he’s had enough, he needs it to stop--

Please. He can’t do this. The time between them is blurring. The pain isn’t stopping. His chest is locked up and he can’t breathe--

He can’t take it, he can’t, he can’t, stop, please, stop, stop--

Tears stream down Lauritz’s face as his body twitches and shudders like a dying flame, sputtering out, and he can’t find where the air is and he can’t hear anything but the ringing, singing ears and a voice, faint, “Stop, stop it!”

But there’s nobody here but him and the scientists and they never listen when he begs them, they never--

His body combusts and when it fades, he shudders. He’s a man made of ash. He heaves in a single, thin breath, and feels the pounding in his head slow just slightly. He blinks, white and grey static giving way to a twist of shadows. Where is he?

“Leave him alone, he hasn’t done anything!”

But the rat has done so many things, so many evil things, and he had to be punished for who he used to be.

Rain. It’s Rain, on their chair, fists clenched and glaring angrily at Alfonse, standing over him with the silenced weapon in his hand. No more crackles. It’s over.

Weren’t they going to pretend not to care?

“He’s done plenty,” Alfonse says, his husky bass sending a shiver right through Lauritz’s bones - or is that the aftershocks? “You know very well what he’s done. And he’s done much more than you were there for, of course. He’s not a redeemable man.”

“He’s not even the same man,” Rain says. “He’s different. You scrubbed out who he was and now he’s just - a gullible idiot. It’s like watching you experiment on a rat.”

Lauritz looked down. A rat. Yes... He knew. They still thought of him that way.

Alfonse was unmoved. The crackle came on again, and Lauritz tensed with a whimper, only to be rebutted by the man’s laugh. “He was a lab rat, you know. We didn’t know if the procedure would work. But he made a good test subject - nobody to miss him - and the results were better than we’d hoped. He was stupid afterwards, of course... But that wasn’t a detriment at all.”

Rain doesn’t object that he’s stupid. He must be, if they think so. Or maybe everyone is stupid compared to them. Instead they breathe steadily, still blindfolded but appearing more relaxed than ever. “So why shock him now? Hoping he’ll forget me?”

Alfonse laughs again, louder, and Lauritz feels himself shrink as it bounces across the walls. “No.”

Without warning, hot metal stabs against Lauritz’s back and pain lasers across his body. He screams, and screams louder when it doesn’t stop, and screams again as something vast and lightless opens inside his head and he knows, deeper than he knows his own name, that he’s been here before.

The shock stops but the empty space does not go away. He can’t close a door on it like he did before. And it’s growing.

-

Lauritz needs his fucking fix. He needs it. It itches at him constantly. His thoughts loop and circle back to it as if tethered. He needs. He sits on his ratty old sofa, half-watching some shit fucking TV show, and tries not to think about the relief and floating pleasure.

Fuck. Fuck, he just wants to be happy for a while, is that so much to fucking ask?

His work phone rings. He picks it up. Stupid thing, but the boss had got him one for the new job, and he wouldn’t risk pissing off that guy. People who pissed that guy off had a way of fucking vanishing. “Yeah?”

“Lauritz.” The voice was deep and rich with a husky quality. Lauritz didn’t go for guys like the boss, but he’d fuck that voice alone. “You’ve been out of touch for a while. How are things with our guest?”

Lauritz grunted and got up, stiff joints protesting to the movement. His mum would’ve said to exercise more, but fuck it, she wasn’t here to care these days. He walks through the dim hallway and to the door to the kid’s room. He listens for a minute, hand on his knife, before unlocking and opening it.

They looked up at him and the instant terror in their eyes was a little high all of its own. Their eyes flicked to the phone and back, and they licked their lips but didn’t ask. They’d stopped talking so much a few days ago, fucking finally. He was getting tired of kicking them. The only time they talked was when they were fucking begging him over the bathtub, and that was an exception. He was riding high those times, so a bit of whining didn’t bother him. And making them repeat his name? Fucking delicious.

He closed the door again. “Kid’s fine.” He walked back down the hall, ignoring the little cupboard where the bitch was chained up and gagged. The boss didn’t have to know about that shit. He’d be in the fire if anyone found out some meddling fuck had come looking. “I’m keeping them fed and shit. Why, you want me to cut off a finger or something?”

The boss laughed. So fucking hot. “No need for that. A lock of hair, I think. Perhaps a video, next week.”

“Got it. Hey, can you send a guy over with some molly?”

“Of course. Just don’t get merry on the job, Lauritz.”

Fuck, Lauritz liked people saying his name. If only the boss wasn’t married to that nutjob Sinclair.

“You got it.”

-

The video. The video was what had done it. Something in the background, a glimpse of the window, or something Rain had said, coded to give them enough clues to get his house raided. Lauritz had only barely gotten away.

Alfonse had found out. He’d shown up barely two months later, furious, saying something about how the kid’s family were pulling back business. Lauritz hadn’t known why he was there, hadn’t seen why it was his problem that the scare tactics had gone wrong. Alfonse hadn’t bothered explaining. Just punched him out, fists across his face, until everything had gone black. He’d woken up in the empty room.

Lauritz’s eyes were wet. He looked at Rain on the ground, curled up tight and listening without sight. It was his own fucking fault that this had happened. He really knew that now. He’d gone along with so much shit to get money for drugs. So much. And who was it who had given him his first high? Alfonse’s fucking recruiter.

The whole time, he’d assumed that whatever torture he’d done to them, it had been a random act. There hadn’t been a scheme behind it but a quick ransom. But this... The knowledge, from the old Lauritz, was lodged in his head like a bullet. The scum he’d been. The joy he’d taken in an excuse to hurt someone. The... The loneliness.

He was a major fuck-up and Rain had - Kala too, they had both - given him more kindness than he deserved.

He knew that now. Really knew that.

Old Lauritz was filling in the gaps in his head, but the memories didn’t feel like him. Somehow, he’d been handed a fresh start in what had meant to be his end. Somehow, he had a chance to... Do some fucking good in his life, for once. The lunchbox, and the grapes, and his mum, they had all faded for his old self, and yet they were the things that came back first. Selfless, loving gestures.

He blinked the tears from his eyes. Alfonse was still there, watching. Lauritz fought the urge to curl his lip at the man who had ruined his life. “Please,” he said instead, hoarse and quiet. It was obvious that Alfonse wanted him to remember, and that he had was the only advantage to be found in this situation. He kept his voice soft and his head low. Just as he - himself, new Lauritz - just as he always had.

Alfonse sighed. He walked out. Lauritz slumped in the chair, knowing there was nothing else he could do. He couldn’t tell Rain; they would never trust him again. He couldn’t act on the knowledge he had. He just... He was still useless. A useless little rat.

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