#morally grey whumpee

[hurtfortea]

Angry Whumpee

A whumpee who shouts, who fights, who screams insults at Whumper and refuses to be silent.

A whumpee who refuses to be touched or comforted or helped, because they're not a child- not a victim.

A whumpee who's angry at the entire world.

A whumpee who's angry at themself.

A whumpee who takes out that anger on anything and everything in their vicinity.

A whumper who locks Whumpee up when they get destructive because they need to get over the "fit" they're having.

A whumpee who growls and lashes out. Who doesn't want to escape so much as they just want to make Whumper pay for what they've done.

A whumpee who is a jerk to everyone, because they can do whatever they want now that they're free, and they refuse to be calm and sweet. They refuse to be what everyone else wants them to be.

A whumpee who hurts other people, because- damn it- they're all just like Whumper- they all look down on Whumpee. They think Whumpee is weak, but Whumpee will show them. Will show them just how strong they are.

...A whumpee who is so tired of being angry.

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Febuwhump 8: Panic

Whumpee couldn't breathe. Their lungs struggled to expand in their chest. Their throat was too tight. Their heart slammed into their ribs as if trying to escape. Their organs were birds in cages, eyes burning with tears.

They sat in the corner of the room, head in their hands. They kept seeing it over and over again. Sword striking flesh, an extension of themself cold and sharp and deadly. Blood splattering on their cheek, head rolling down the street.

"Whumpee? Whumpee, D is looking for you, A, B, C, and E are waiting for us-" F paused, crouching down before them. "Whumpee, take a deep breath."

Whumpee looked up at them, shaking as they hyperventilated.

F placed their hands on Whumpee's shoulders. They drew in a deep breathe, then slowly released it. Whumpee struggled to copy their motions, trembling as they did so.

Once they calmed down enough, F sat beside them, head leaning back into the wall. "Wanna talk about it? I'm not big on talking when I'm stressed, but I'm a good listener."

Whumpee buried their face in their lap. "I killed someone today. And I didn't even hesitate."

F nodded. "So have I. So has D. B did too. It's war, Whumpee. Sometimes, we have to do things we don't like to survive. Sometimes it's easier than we want it to be."

Whumpee ran a hand through their hair. "Does that make me a bad person?"

F shrugged. "I don't really believe in good or bad people. Nothing is black and white. Tell me: did you enjoying killing them?"

Whumpee shook their head. "No. I enjoyed the fighting... It felt natural. But I didn't like taking their life. It felt wrong... Hurting someone."

F messed with Whumpee's hair. "As long as you know where you stand, you're perfectly fine, Whumpee. Don't let this war get you killed. The world's gonna need people like you when it's over to fix things."

Whumpee wrapped their arms around F. "Thank you. Please don't tell D."

F smiled, returning the hug. "I won't."

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[oddsconvert]

I drool over Caretakers that seem like the sweetest and softest guardians. Ever so gentle with Whumpee. They may as well have a halo hovering above their head, they surely have a true heart of gold.

Until whumpee is threatened or hurt... and they see a red mist. They will spill blood for Whumpee, and take no prisoners. It's actually terrifying - like night and day. Jekyll and Hyde. Caretaker is unrecognisable in his fit of fury. They'll have Whumper cowering beneath them on the floor, beaten to a pulp - shielding whumpee behind them.

Whumpee doesn't know whether they're grateful for or terrified of Caretaker-

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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[whumpberry-cookie]

Hero was betrayed and sold to Villain by their ex "Heroes" team.

(Cw: Guns, chains, mentioned interrogation, betrayal, morally gray hero)

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Villain interrogates Hero, but they keep their defiant, arrogant attitiude. At some point Villain threatens to return them. And even calls Hero's ex Leader to be more convincing.

Villain puts the phone call on speaker. And after a moment there's responce: "A return?...do you have the receipt?"

(V:) "A rec- Why would I have-! This is ridiculous!"

(L:) "Sorry, no returns then"

(V:) "Well what am I supposed to do with them?! They're fucking annoying, but I'm not killing them yet! That's no fun!"

(L:) "Not my circus, not my monkey"

The call gets cut. And Villain just stands there for a moment with a phone in their hand. Then, slowly takes the remote out of the pocket. Pushes the button. Releases Hero from the chains.

(V:) "Go kick their ass".

(H:) "I'll need a gun"

Villain just snorts laughing.

(H:) "...a rifle"

Villain just shakes their head, holding back a miscivious smile.

(H:) "A bazooka"

(V:) "I can agree for Bazooka. Just because I'm curious"

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 3

“This can’t be it” Betrayal | Left to die | Running away

Content warning: implied suicide mission

“You can’t be serious. This can't be it,” Ex-Villain sat in Superhero’s office, a disbelieving look on their face. It’d been almost a year since their reform, and while Superhero had rarely spoken to the former villain, they had been keeping a close eye on their progress. They’d been doing well, and despite everything, Superhero was happy for them.

Looking at them, something ached in Superhero’s heart. They refused to avert their gaze. “I am. We need you, because nobody else can do this. Supervillain’s attack on the city will be devastating, and your’s are the only powers capable of redirecting it. If you don’t, thousands will die.”

“And if I do, I’ll die,” Ex-villain’s responded bluntly. “You know my powerset; I can’t just redirect attacks without taking some damage. With how powerful Supervillain is, the best I could do would kill us both. You know that. I can’t believe you'd–" they started, only to stop themself with a shaky exhale. "Why are you asking me to do this? I might’ve changed sides, but I’m not willing to die for this city.”

“I know,” and Superhero did know, and they’d planned for it. Slowly, Superhero reached for a framed photo on their desk, flipping it around and pushing it towards Ex-Villain. The photo was filled with smiling faces, with Ex-villain’s in the middle of them all. “But you’d die for them, wouldn’t you? For Caretaker, for Hero and Youngest?”

Ex-villain froze at the question, eyes locked on the photo instantly. Though they didn’t speak, Superhero already knew the answer. They’d watched Ex-villain become close with the team, going from hesitant allies to close friends over the span of a year. Ex-villain had grown enough to truly care for others, and they’d truly come to care for their team. Superhero had truly been happy to see that growth.

They were abusing it now. Superhero knew that, but they also knew they couldn’t stop.

Superhero continued. “They’re all scattered throughout the city on their own undercover missions. You won’t be able to contact them, and you won’t be able to find them all and escape in time. You cannot save them all without doing this.”

For a long moment, they didn’t lift their eyes from the picture, watching the smiling faces staring back at them. Their voice was barely a whisper. "…So, was this your plan? Is this why you all gave me a chance, all to stop Supervillain?"

"Ex-villain, I–"

"Was that it?!" They stood, their chair pushed aside. Their face was contorted into an ugly scowl, eyes bright with anger and tears. "Was everything just a means to an end?! All of this– saying I could change, how I could be better and–”, Ex-villain’s shouting was cut off by a raspy inhale, and their shoulders shook with a watery chuckle, “-and that there were people that gave a shit about me! And it was all just for this?!”

“I’m sorry," it was all Superhero could say.

“You're sorry! As if that means anything!”

"I'm sorry,” There was something sincere in Superhero’s tone, and it was enough to silence Ex-villain for a moment. “You’re right. I manipulated you, pushed for your reform with the sole purpose of this mission. It was for the city, but that doesn’t justify what I did,” Their eyes met with Ex-villain’s. “But I’m the only one who was involved. I may have pushed for your reform, but the others accepted you of their own volition. Any relationships you’ve formed with the others, any moments of friendship or closeness, were real. All of it. And they will die with the rest of the city if you don't stop Supervillain.”

The room fell silent. Ex-villain stared forward, anger and betrayal playing across their face. Superhero didn’t dare more as Ex-villain crumpled back into their chair, head in their hands. They sat for minutes, waiting for the moment Ex-villain realized what Superhero already knew: Ex-villain wouldn’t allow their newfound family to die.

When Ex-villain finally lifted their gaze, something in their eyes had dulled. “I hate you,” they hissed out, voice shaking with anger.

But they didn't leave. They listened quietly as Superhero discussed their plan.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

🩶Caretaker Forced to Whump🩶

This idea has had my full attention lately.

Caretaker is in disguise, infiltrating Whumper's inner circle to try to free whumpee. Or it's illegal to help someone in whumpee's position. Or they're being watched by Whumper, who will hurt whumpee even more if they think someone had the gall to show kindness to their favorite punching bag.

So Caretaker pretends to enjoy being cruel to whumpee. They torment them, but just slightly less than Whumper would, trying to slip a hidden moment of kindness into the mix whenever they can. Maybe Caretaker hates hurting people, and every moment is tearing out their heart. Or maybe Caretaker has a sadistic side, and would love to see whumpee on their knees in other, more consensual circumstances, but has to keep those thoughts at bay for now. Either way, there's tension! There's inner conflict! There's morally grey decisions being made!

Meanwhile, Whumpee has no idea that Caretaker has any interest in helping them. Caretaker seems like just yet another torturer. Or maybe they have some suspicions - was that whipping less painful on purpose, or is Caretaker just not as good at whippings as Whumper? Or maybe they notice the moments of kindness, but think Caretaker has ulterior motives.

And then, the sudden reveal: Caretaker is actually on their side! But how can whumpee trust them after everything they've done? Sure, it was "just for show," but it still happened, and their body still flinches away from Caretaker by instinct. Or maybe whumpee already had confusing feelings of trust for Caretaker that they couldn't explain, and now everything makes sense. Maybe, now that they're both on the same page and forming a plan, they're an unstoppable pair.

P.S. If you like this idea, you should read my 26 stanza Astarion poem/fic, which no one asked for.

[whump-mania]

Hi! Hope you're doing well.

For the writing suggestions:

A chauvinistic or vain whumpee getting what's coming to them (maybe in overkill). I like a morally grey whumpee - like when you can't tell if you should feel sympathy or catharsis during their abuse.

Thanks for your wonderful writing!

Leader was the first to be questioned.

Well, “questioned” was a bit of an understatement. “Interrogated” probably fit a little more.

The whole team watched as their leader was shocked with a taser over and over, until they gave in and spilled the information their kidnappers wanted. Some of them looked away, some of them looked at the ceiling, and some of them watched.

Still, none of them really knew how to feel. Leader’s screams should have devastated them all.

But as they watched Leader get tortured, each of them had their own memory that replayed. One newer member thought about how they screamed similarly during one of Leader’s brutal punishments. A veteran member reminisced on all the times Leader was obsessed with power and had no sympathy for the team.

Nobody stepped in. No one tried to stop the offenders. Because even though Leader was on their side, and they were being hurt, all of them had a small, dark part of themselves that said:

“About damn time.”

[whumpshaped]

So this is super random but I noticed that you said it was ok to ask you for random niche scenarios so I have one that’s been rattling around my brain forever for some reason. So a young assassin/soldier gets accidentally teleported and they have no idea why or what’s going on and are pretty much terrified.

Turns out, it’s a millitary base or otherwise important fortified area. They bump into a morally grey character who’s also a fighter and from then on I have a range of scenarios from a more easy kiddo, I’m not going to hurt you all the way to who the hell are you, tell me what you’re planning before I pull out your fingernails.

content: magic whump, military setting (i know nothing about the military), guns, implied capture

One moment, Whumpee was cleaning the inside of the huge teleporter at base. The next, they were kneeling on some sort of tile floor they'd never seen before, nauseous and dizzy.

The teleporter. The teleporter had gone off. They had been teleported, and they had no idea where.

Whumpee looked around frantically, spotting the mark of the enemy on the big double doors not far from where they knelt. Their eyes widened and they swallowed nervously, trying to dislodge the lump in their throat. This was bad. This was so, so bad.

They had to get out.

They tried to push themself to their feet, but the aftereffects of the teleportation hadn't yet worn off. They stumbled and fell right back onto their knees, hitting them hard against the floor.

"Fuck," they groaned, pressing a hand to their temple. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, not now, get up, get it together..."

The doors at the end of the corridor flew open and an enemy soldier marched through, and Whumpee instantly knew they were doomed. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and even if there had been someplace to hide, they were too weak to even stand.

They were staring down the barrel of a gun before they could even squeak.

"Well," the stranger began slowly, not yet cocking the weapon, "what do we have here?"

~

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[whump-in-the-closet]

Recommended Stories

Just a compilation of whump stories by other writers that I’ve enjoyed. No, no one asked for this, but here it is anyway. Since I’m always looking for new stuff to read, I imagine that this list is going to grow. But for now…

(this isn’t in any particular order and they’re all SFW as far as I’m aware)

Our Man Flint by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

Poetic prose that lures you into the story. A vampire hunter is forced to face (quite literally) his worst nightmare.

Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis

There’s a gradual loss of humanity as the prince of a fallen kingdom is turned into a science experiment. Gore, suffering, and a protagonist you love to hurt.

Diamonds to Dust by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Some fantastic villain whump, with a sprinkling of angst. Family dynamics involve a distraught brother as a caretaker.

Jane’s Pets by @another-whump-sideblog

Nasty captivity and heavy torture featuring an immortal twelve year old whumper and her human pets. A very relatable protagonist and cast of characters.

Ongoing Untitled Story by @verkja

Fantasy adventure whump with some cool worldbuilding and three morally grey main characters. Oh and btw? The world is ending.

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Whumper turned whumpee and whumpee turned caretaker. Vampire whump and some truly horrible torture methods. It’s fantastic.

Seven Series by @whump-queen

Objectification and pet whump, hoo boy. A roller coaster of BBU suffering and a sad whumpee who’s in way over his head.

Waking Dreamer by @painsandconfusion

An intriguing magic system with a very whumpy plot that only gets worse and well developed characters.

Sunlight and Embers by @whither-wander-whump

Fantasy setting and a rebellion in the making. A prisoner is recruited from the dungeons to be used as a pawn in the rebellion and the plot continues to thicken.

Betrayed by @suspicious-whumping-egg

Hero and Villain whump. A hero is betrayed by their team and left at the mercies of the opposing side.

Hero and Villain Story: Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights

Hero and Villain whump, but with a villian who does not deserve what he’s been put through. There’s an unlikely bit of mercy from someone you’d least expect. As the kids say, it’s right in the feels.

Weapons Don’t Weep by @wolfeyedwitch

A human weapon in a dystopian setting is rescued by a team of rebels. Dehumanization and angst with hopes for a recovery arc.

The Second Wave by @there-will-always-be-blood

Whumper turned whumpee and is furious about it. A morally-grey (she’s more than happy to commit murder) type of protagonist and an antagonist you want dead.

Liliholm and Page by @yet-another-heathen

Vigilante whump with a cinematic feel and characters who are vividly human, whether whumper or whumpee. God-tier whump will have you gripping your screen.

[cepheusgalaxy]

I don't see the appeal of villain whumpees

They're like, little girls and guys who are waaay to cocky about their positions and don't expect it when they are put in their place. They are all high and mighty, misterious, cruel foils to their hero counterparts, and then a higher, mightier entity steps in and crushes them, leaving them helpless.

I mean, it's kinda nice when they are all expecting of their inevitable being hurt. Hopeless little pals who are maybe a little too careful with their every step or else they know they are going to be hurt oh so badly if they screw up, just while doing their evil schemes.

I guess it's also a bit nice when they are at the lowest point, and the so noble heroes save them after they were screwed up, but their proud asses can't handle it. When the suffering doesn't humble them, when they only get crueler because of it, leaving the heroes wondering if they shouldn't have let them to rot in whatever shit they were deep into.

Like, maybe I could enjoy a story where the villain is a morally grey character who would like, never do something good no matter what. It's no good for them. They would never. But then they care for someone, and give their things up for this person--or maybe it's a thing--and now they can't--

Oh, oh, or maybe they were so hungry for power and they didn't care about anything they had to do to get it, but now it consumes them, and they are slaves of a more powerful entity, trapped in a prision of their own making...

...ok, I get it now

[sufrimientilia]

intro

hi. this is way overdue.

mae she/her (21+)

i'm a little shy with the whole meta part, but i'm a long-time lurker of the whump community and sometimes i try to write!

my activity fluctuates because IRL sucks. no posting schedule just chaos

still learning tumblr but i follow whump blogs!

my favorite things: violence, dark themes, living weapons, drugs and sedatives and poisons, incapacitation, mind control, lab rats, captivity, worried caretakers, male whumpees who are morally grey/defiant/conditioned, strong and dangerous but made to suffer. dead dove content warning.

˗ˏˋ¡inbox open!ˎˊ˗

i accept asks, maybe i'll write! (tropes, oneshots, gen)

MASTERLISTS:

all oc but i haven’t posted any names yet lol. perpetually a wip

assets ● living weapons contracted and sold as assassins, bodyguards, and soldiers by an unknown syndicate deeply embroiled in international affairs. treated like dogs and monsters, these assets are both dangerous and deeply controlled. submissive until something finally makes them snap. - The Exchange - Does that hurt? - Friendly Faces - It didn’t have to be this way

the facility ● subjects are given a unique identifier and nothing else. no name, no belongings, no autonomy. everything stripped away in the pursuit of science. - [Intake] coming soon - Research Log - The Regimen - You'll feel all better soon - The Director - Harvest

vampverse ● creatures of the night, lethal and alluring. assorted stories featuring hypnosis, captive thralls, and our favorite bloodsucking monsters on the hunt. - It’s not as bad as it looks - Help me - Well, well, well… - Taking Turns - Dinner Bell - Cavernous Cravings

[daydreamwhumpinc]

My Favorite Whump Scenes- Part 1

Although I am happy to consume almost any whump there is, I find myself coming back to some scenes in particular. Here is a list of some of my favorite whump scenes so far, hope you like it and maybe you'll find some new shows out of it (Most of the series will have more whump, but I will just include scenes that I found particularly intriguing :0 ). I will also try to not discuss any spoilers aside form whump and will not include whump that lead to death until otherwise noted (I like my comfort too afterwards soooo…..)

1)Series name: The Unit -Episode: Season 3 episode 7 (“Five Brothers”) -Whumpee: Charles Grey -Type of whump: Oh my, what does it not have? Gunshot wounds, the whumpee getting weaker, field surgery, being in a dangerous situation without access to hospital and medical equipment, passing out, asking the worried friends to leave him, CPR, carrying the whumpee, blood loss… Check, check, and check! Also there is a comfort and hospital scenes afterwards :) TW: This episode is pretty heavy in its setting, with recent events, please be careful in watching since one of the characters is forced to shoot a young adult. It also depicts war and how civilians are greatly affected by the fighting and other countries’ involvement. -Whump list availability: You can find most of the whump on ---Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet. There is a bit more, but most of it probably can be find online or just by watching the show. -More: This show is my guilty pleasure and surprisingly pretty good. Sure it can be cheesy sometimes and the last season is a bit wonky, but I fell in love with the main team. What I also like is that the morality is not black and white all the time, sure we know who we are rooting for, but some episodes are quite heavy if you think about it. Otherwise, there are many good whump episodes for almost all of the characters and I find the bromance and the plot of the show to be enjoyable. Also, for some reason it also focuses on the wives of the characters- Just skip all of their segments, half of them are so annoying and really unnecessary for the plot.

-Series name: Sea patrol -Episode: Season 1 episode 4 (“Irukandji”) -Whumpee: Toby “Chefo” Jones (and one more) -Types of Whump: Bad reaction to jellyfish sting, screaming from pain, delirious, concerned friends, CPR, morphine, sweating, far away from Hospital and any medical professionals. -Whump list availability: You can find most of the whump on Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet and a beautiful tumblr list by @what-the-whump -More: Another of my guilty pleasure shows, the plot is a bit wonky and cheesy at times (plus they really have dropped the ball on character development for half of the characters who really had such a bright future and that, unfortunately, makes them look like stale crackers at best and borderline racists at worst. I mean they try, but they made some characters dirty :( ) there is a decent amount of whup and the premise and setting of the show is unique. At least I haven't seen a lot of shows like that.

-Series name: The Doctor Blake Mysteries -Episode: Season 4 episode 1 (The Open Road) -Whumpree: Matthew Lawson -Types of Whump: Pushes his subordinate out of the way of a car, hit by said car, resetting the bone without anesthesia, worried friends and aftercare. Plus his friend got so pissed at the perpetrator that he threatened to blow the henchmen away with dynamite…. Idk, I found that really neat. Later returns with a cane. Whump list availability:You can find most of the whump on Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet. -More: I like these kind of British, timey, police procedural shows, so I watch them just for the funsies and whump is just a cherry on top of a metaphorical ice cream. The plot is pretty good, but this is not going to be everyone's type of show.

-Series name: Suspicious partner (kdrama) -Episode: Season 1 episode 25 (Attributable Reasons) -Whumpee: Officer Bang -Types of Whump: For real, one of my favorite whump scenes that I found in kdrama, the characters’ reactions are so juicy :) First we have a fight, stabbing, friends finding the whumpee, guilt, hospital, kinda coma for a few episodes, and so much emotional whump. -Whump list availability: Almost nothing, besides dome post for ML on tumblr :( I myself stumbled on this due to a complete, but happy, accident. -More: The acting is from the ML towards the whumpee was top notch, but it is a bit too long. It has a nice central romance, but since I am not too interested in romance I honestly can't talk too much about it. Although I know people enjoy it, it is worth the watch from the beginning to see how it develops. To be honest, I found this drama accidentally by searching the Whumpee's actor on tumblr since he is one of the main characters from Taxi driver kdrama and I saw this one Whump post…. I couldn't pass up on that opportunity…. Anyways, the actors, plot, and acting is pretty good, so I think most people would enjoy the watch (except for that random kind they found for a case (?) at the end- he is sooooo annoying to me ). By the way, not the only whump in the series, but in my opinion it's the best and its pretty light on whump otherwise.

[aswallowimprisoned]

Masterlist - Restless far from a Wine Dark Sea

Revealed to humankind after the breaking of a memory charm that had kept vampiric Merfolk hidden for the last 200 years, Nathaniel is the first mer in captivity. And while Nathaniel is very glad they think his injuries are too bad to risk torturing him for information, they seem to be able to take information even from his unconscious body

After writing this story on and off for 6 years, mediwhump May has finally given me the push to publish some of Nathaniel's story. I am posting the first 2 chapters for background, then the timelines are getting mixed up for Medwhump mer May

Tw medical whump, drugging, injury, fainting/unconscious, threat, Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee , unethical medicine, semi-consensual medicine testing, religious whumpee, grey morality, self loathing, captivity, brainwashing, expectations of torture,interrogation, dehumanisation, death mentions, fawn response to trauma

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Prologue - On the Brink of Death

First chapter

Medwhump may prompts

These are snippets of Restless far from a Wine Dark sea, published wayyy before they should have been. Since publishing I have rearraged them all into their rough plot beats, so you can ignore the day numbers. Each snippet has a enough exposition to make sense as standalones for mediwhump mermay! I have

Post capture actively dying

Day 11 - Passing out

Day 18 - Alt prompt - exhaustion

Day 27 - Pain meds

Day 19 - Blood loss

Post-feeding getting better

Day 21 - Nausea

Day 3 - Hold my Hand

Settling in

Alt Prompt - Broken Bones

Alt prompt - Needles

Day 16 - Coma

Day 17 - Forced to stay awake

Day 23 - Resisting treatment

Day 9 - Alt prompt broken bones fuckin oops

Day 10 - Emergency surgery fuckin oops again

Semi consensual medical experimentation

Day 4 Sedation - Little Fogal

Day 24 - Not breathing

Day 7 - Unresponsive

Day 8 - A Shock

Day 5 - Stay with me

Day 15 - warmed blanket

Day 14 - Seizure

Pool era

Day 29 - discharged from long hospital stay

Day 30 - Mystery Illness

Various

Day 22 - Sirens - Alternative view of prologue

Day 26 - Oxygen mask Vignettes 

Day 6 - Doctor becomes Patient (not necessarily canon post captivity)

Alt prompt - Bedside vigil (not necessarily canon)

Day 12 - stabbed - in the golden age of piracy! (canon pre-RFWDS storyline)

Remember, if you enjoyed please leave a like and a comment, as I am unsure if I want to continue publishing, and will only put the effort in if I know someone is actually reading my stuff ^_^

[pyrepostings]

Whumperless Whump Event: The whump morning after

Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

Free Birds and Fiddlers

cw: morally grey whumpee, improvised medical care, noncon reference, disabled whumpee, consensual drug use, usamerican writing UK setting with not enough time to check every regional difference, referenced past disordered eating

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Kevin woke to the hiss of an oxygen mask, and pain. If he woke up at all, he expected it to be a hospital, wrists back in cuffs, and the air certainly tasted like it. But when he opened his eyes, a hospital room was not what he saw.

He found himself in a small cluttered bedroom. His arms were free, save for the IV hanging from a clothes hanger off of a curtain rod, the curtain itself covering the entire window. The warm orange lamp on the bedside table provided the light the window couldn't, and he really hoped it was the actual bulb flickering like a candle and not his brain.

He pawed at the plastic on his face, ignoring the way his abdomen flared. He just needed his lungs back under his own control.

Once his face was free and he could breathe in the musty, non sterile air of the room, he allowed himself a wince, and held his side. There were bandages over the wound, and touching them only made it hurt worse. He supposed that if he was still alive they were done well enough.

His entire body ached and flared as he tried to get up. He wasn't planning on going far, he just wanted to sit up, and not feel as helpless as he likely was.

As he was rolling to his side, trying to stretch aching joints, the door opened. A man he had never seen before entered, a cup of tea in hand. And behind him- a man Kevin recognized. Alex.

He felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Ah, none of that. Lay still, you'll pop your stitches."

"Listen to the doc, baby. He's pulled out more bullets than you've probably fired."

"Considering I fight with blades, that's only so impressive."

"Yeah, and how did that go for you?"

"Well, last I saw it, the building was no longer standing."

"Oh hush, you two. I said lay back down." The doc set the mug down on the bedside table, and the doctor's hand was pushing his raised shoulder gently back into the mattress. "I'll help prop you up with pillows but I need you to relax."

"How can I relax with a rapist standing over me? Where's my gear?"

"Hey! I saved your sorry ass. I found you bleeding out and brought you here."

"Well I'd take a prison med-bay or bleeding out in that alley over owing you anything, so don't expect thanks." He tried to stand, with great effort, but quickly remembered why he hadn't planned on it.

"Wheres my staff?" He demanded.

"The doc said to lay back down, you don't need it."

"And I'm telling you that if you don't give back every atom of gear I had, we're going to have problems, and I am so fucking done putting up with you."

As sharp as his glare was, Kevin really wished he had his knives to back up the threat.

The doctor spoke. "Hey, Kevin, right? I'll get you your stuff, it's just in the other room. But you can't leave this flat, alright? There's a warrant out for your arrest. People are looking for you and for anyone who escaped. You're injured-"

"I've been injured before, I'll walk it off. Give me my staff."

"You don't understand, you're safe here-"

"Great, then give. Me. My. Staff. Back."

The doctor considered him for a moment. "Fine, but you need to rest. Even walking across the room could pop your stitches now, you don't want that."

"Fine then. I suppose as long as all my property is returned and Alex stays very away from me, I'll stay here and rest." Not that I like it.

To Alex the doctor said, "Give us a minute, ok?"

And thankfully Alex did leave with a huff.

"I'll help you sit, here." The doctor propped the pillows and held put a hand to help Kevin settle back.

Now that the adrenaline was fading, he was back to feeling every flare of pain that came with every movement. He tried to suppress it, but that only worked so well. It's not like he was expecting to get painkillers.

"So, doc, why am I not in a real hospital? You even a real doctor?"

"I am. I just also have a deal with the local crime boss to heal his goons on the down low, and so Alex brought you to me. If you really want to be brought there I understand, but I recommend you stay here."

"Hm." The silence stretched as Kevin was handed the mug of tea and sipped.

"My name's Martin, by the way."

"Ah, are you Doc Martin, then?"

He rolled his eyes as if he's heard the joke before. "Yeah I guess you could say that."

"Can I have my things now, please?"

"Yes, of course."

Doc Martin returned quickly with a bundle of familiar objects and set them beside Kevin on the bed. His short wooden staff, more of a cane really but that was because his actual staff would be too clunky on his back during flight, he propped against the nightstand. He took inventory of the rest.

Two plain knives, about 4 inches of steel. Cleaned, by someone other than himself, but needs sharpening. Two much longer blades, similar story. Attached to these is the homemade flight gear he forged in secret. Mostly intact, save for the right punctured gas tank, likely the same bullet that he could now thank for temporarily confining him to the bed.

Leather harness, intact. One unused smoke bomb. No unused explosives. One detonator remote, intact. A combat mask, painted black with a green clover outlined around the left eye, intact though lenses smeared with soot. A black woolen cloak, emblazoned with no emblem, ripped but usable, no blood visible or otherwise apparent to the touch, likely cleaned. Knee high combat boots, intact. Trousers, socks, pants, freshly washed. The loose clothing he wore was not his own.

"Where's my shirt?"

"Still hanging to dry by the washer. I had to soak it for awhile to get the bloodstain out. It's still there if you squint, but I got most of it. Do you want it back now?"

"No, but I do when it's dry."

Emergency med kit, mostly untouched. He took note of the bracelet he put on himself preceding the attack still on his wrist. Big red cross symbol, and the drugs he put in his system, the dosage and time and his weight. Blood type. Just because he wasn't scared of death didn't mean he wanted to die because some well meaning doctor didn't know he had numbing agents in his system already.

Small box containing quick hair dye, and concealer meant to go over the tattoo on his temple, could still be useful.

"Hey, Martin. You said there's a warrant out for me. Do they know it's me who took down the building, or they grasping at straws, do you think?"

"Mmh, hard to say for sure. But they do know you ditched your parole officer last year, were held in that prison before that. They know about the face tattoo of yours matches the one on the mask, though not the placement. They showed your mugshot on the telly as a suspect, but it looks like they didn't get your face from the attack. They also know you're capable of murder, and telling civilians not to engage with you but rather phone in tips."

"Technically, it was self defense."

"Technically, they have you on record insisting you killed a close friend in cold blood."

Kevin closed his eyes and leaned back into the cushions. "Ah, right then. So now they believe me."

The silence stretched between them.

"So, are you hungry?"

Kevin couldn't help but laugh at that. "Ah, that is the question, isn't it?"

"What?"

"It- it's not important. I'll eat your food, if you insist."

"Alright. And then after I want to change your bandage."

Masterlist

@whumperless-whump-event

[ccieatchildren]

Caretaker watched as her father was taken away in handcuffs, the ever present smile plastered on his face. Her mum was already inside, annoyed with her husband’s antics, choosing instead to answer emails from her coworkers, while her brothers stood next to Caretaker watching their father get hauled off.

“Get back before dinner, Baba!” Two shouted, earning an elbow from One. 

Her father laughed boisterously, “You know I will!” This did not go over well with the officers dragging him away, who turned to glare at him even harder. Furious because they all knew it was true.

Baba was untouchable, too good at what he did to leave any identifiable evidence behind. Each time the police tried to pin him for a job, there was nothing. They’d just hold the man for a few hours, or the full 48 hours if he really pissed them off, before releasing him back to his family. 

Cat burglary was an art passed down the generations, but her father was the one who truly put the family name in the spotlight. The villain had cultivated a reputation for being able to pull off any heist, no matter how secure the facility was, without ever having to kill anyone. Various other villains and businessmen had tried to hire the man to steal for them, but he was never interested in it for the money, using whatever he collected for charity. He simply did it to keep up a legacy, for the fun, and, most importantly, the challenge. 

Caretaker had learned to expect her father to be out for the day if she ever saw the news cover a big heist. He never told her or the twins about his operations, only Mum was ever privy to that information, so she always learned about it after the fact from other sources. It used to bother her as a child– she wanted to be just like him– and then when she started as a hero– it put them at odds– but as Caretaker got older and grew into her role, she found herself being grateful for the secrecy. It meant she didn’t have to jail him herself. 

Most other heroes didn’t trust her because of her father; figured the villainy was in her blood, and that meant that her family was evil. It was black and white for them, little room for grey.

As Baba knocked his head on the top of the police cruiser, all Caretaker could think was that they were right. Heisting was in her blood. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use those skills for good.

She was the best in the department for breaking into supervillain facilities, cracking safes full of confidential information, and sneaking in on illegal deals. And having her mother’s muscular build didn't hurt one bit either. Caretaker was a force to be reckoned with.

Her moral compass may not completely align with those around her, but she knew her right and wrong– learned it all from her father. Nobody seemed to understand that, nobody except Whumpee. Maybe that’s why they butted heads so much at the beginning of their partnership. They seemed like everyone else because they were frustrated with her uncooperativeness, not her family, while Caretaker was uncooperative because she expected them to be like everyone else. A vicious cycle that thankfully didn’t last too long.

Turning from the scene, Caretaker opened the door and motioned for her brothers. “Come on, Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, time to head in. You’ve seen this all before.”

“I knowww, but it’s way more fun to watch Baba get dragged away,” Two replied, “and seeing how mad the coppers get is hilarious.”

“And it’s therapeutic,” added One. 

“Let’s go. I have to get to work, and I can’t leave until I make sure y’all don’t do something stupid like last time.” It frustrated Caretaker to no end that she had to watch over her college-aged brothers, but after they almost set a cop car on fire, she made sure not to leave them alone with the law. 

Both of them looked dejected, even the usually stoic One, as they shuffled inside, turning one last time to watch as their father drove away. 

Caretaker waved bye to her dad once more, before heading inside to join the rest of her family.