#psychological whump

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

on this same note

Whumpee feeling the effects of a sedative subside

Their heart starts beating louder and louder, drumming in their ears, their chest tightens up suffocating them, and their thoughts, the most horrifying, unbearable ones start rushing back in their head

Whumper had drugged them and now they're coming back with a new dose, they don't feel like fighting a far-too-alert captive

Whumpee is sitting in a corner, curled up, having a panic attack

Maybe they had escaped so long ago, Whumper won't come back to get them, surely they won't, they don't know where Whumpee lives, they can't still be looking, but what if they are...

Whumpee flinches hearing any sudden noise, even if it's the whistle of the kettle they'd put on the stove to make a warm cup of tea

Whumper gives it as a reward, and they just can't stop thinking about what they have to go through to deserve it again

Do you know what has insane whump potential?

Whumpee feeling their painkillers' effects decrease and leave their body

It's slow and agonising as whatever pain they're experiencing crawls back into their consciousness and they're desperately concentrating on parts of their body that are still numbed

They feel a familiar needlepoint sting im the affected area before it starts aching

Whumpee still feels the physical deformities or whatever causes them pain, but it's numb and weird and hard to comprehend

Bonus: if it's strong medication leaving them drowsy and unable to do anything

Bonus+: if being unable to think they can't keep track of their medications and have to rely on others to help them (and it's so much fun if Whumper is the only person around)

[angstingantlers]

Perfectly Clean Mind Control

Whump: psychological abuse, mind control, manipulation, identity altering, (de)conditioning, paranoia.

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Mind control that doesn't dominate your thoughts, it just... is your thoughts. Perfectly rewriting your will and everything it embodies. Not a single trace of resistance because this is just what you want. Why would you resist your own thoughts? Why would you disagree with your own motivations, your own desires?

Mind control that doesn't shatter once it's done, it just disappears. You don't snap back into awareness. You barely even notice. You just continue as if nothing ever happened. Maybe one moment you look back and you frown, because thinking on it, you remember when you happily followed that person out of town, and you remember what you did, you remember wanting to... but that's crazy. Why did you think that was okay? Why did you want to do that?

Or maybe you were under this mind control for so long that even once it's over you look back and say, "Oh, of course I did that." As far as you're concerned you've always held the beliefs you do now. You've always wanted to do these things. You don't remember why, but you've never had to think of why, and it doesn't matter anyway when you've always been so confident that you're right. It isn't until you're challenged on it all and reminded that you never used to be like this, that you were different before, that something has changed that you finally falter. And you try to think of where this all started, try to figure out why things changed -- and all you can really remember is an entrancing pair of eyes, and a gentle suggestion, and then your own mouth responding, "That's a great idea. Let's go."

And suddenly, you realise that you have no idea how much of what you are, what you were, and what you believed you always have been is just a lie. You don't know whether any thought you have now is really yours or just another preciously placed prompt. You don't trust your impulses, you don't trust your desires, you definitely don't trust your judgement.

You don't trust yourself. And you never can again.

[shy-raccoon]

The damsel in distress slowly starts getting more and more unstable from the unaddressed trauma of being frequently kidnapped. One day they completely snap and the villains start being found mysteriously murdered with increasing brutality.

[foundfamilywhump]

when a character is so afraid that they’re shaking. no matter how put together or stoic or compose they normally are, when they reach the point where they’re so terrified they can’t control their physical reactions? trembling, breathing hitching, maybe the clink of handcuffs where their hands are shaking in their restraints. shaking so hard they can’t escape noticing it - and can’t escape their captor noticing either.

[loonybun]

official psa. we should clicker train/pavlov whumpees more often. thank you for your consideration.

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Whumper stacks up their punishments.

Every mistake, every wrongdoing Whumpee does, Whumper just raises an eyebrow and lets it pass.

It's the end of the day when Whumper addresses the punishments that has built up, listing and delivering them one by one. Whumpee has the nighttime to cry their eyes out and tend to themself.

For Whumpee, it's a whole day of anxiety as they watch the clock hands turn.

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper, ripping off the last page of their calendar and tossing it to Whumpee's feet: That's another year, darling. And not a single person has found you. Give up, because your friends already did.

[auroragehenna]

Whumpee to teammate, voice shaking, whispering: „I don‘t feel like myself/I don‘t think I’m the only one in my head.“

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompts 130: Lab Whump Aesthetic

CW: lab whump (obviously), blood, self-harm, psychological/emotional whump, magic whump

The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there

Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation

Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed

Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic

Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals

Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated

Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number

Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath

Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them

Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind

Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.

Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility

Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject

Bandages, sterile gauze, sterile lights, sterile everything

Whumpee being overwhelmed when they catch a glimpse of life outside the lab when visitors arrive

Waking up after an experiment, seeing bloodied instruments and wondering groggily what terrible thing whumper could have done to them now

Learning to damage their own body to foil whumper's plans

Whumpee becoming desensitized to whumper's drugs and needing higher and higher doses for them to work

No longer recognizing their own body after recovering from whumper's last experiment

Whumper leading lab rat whumpee to a mirror, after intentionally keeping them away, and letting them see how pathetic they've become

Or, whumpee looking in a mirror and realizing that whumper has turned them into a monster

Whumpee deciding that it's too late for them and they might as well embrace what they've become

Feel free to reblog and add on!

[thewhumpcaretaker]

🖤 Dehumanization Whump: Treating Whumpee Like a Monster 🖤

A lot of dehumanization whump relates to making whumpee act like a pet or an object. And that’s great! But you know what else isn’t human? Monsters. Here's some dehumanization that’s about treating whumpee as villainous, toxic, etc.

TW: gaslighting

Keeping whumpee in restraints not because they’ll run away, but because they’re “dangerous.”

Deliberately walking on eggshells around whumpee until whumpee gets annoyed and snaps - which just proves they’re dangerous.

Handling whumpee only with gloves.

“It doesn’t deserve kindness because it doesn’t even have a heart to receive it.”

“It can’t love.”

“Those aren’t real tears. It’s just trying to fool you - it’s not capable of sadness.”

Making whumpee sterilize things they’ve touched as if they’re diseased or poisonous.

Forcing whumpee to kill because “that’s in its nature.”

Refusing to accept whumpee’s apologies and pleas for mercy when they make a mistake, because “it’s not capable of real remorse.”

Dressing whumpee in armor or military uniform and refusing to let them be soft.

Warning any potential friends or allies away from whumpee to keep them isolated. “You don’t want to get too close. It’s scary.”

“Stop lying to me that you’re sorry. Liars are punished.”

Whumpee is punished until they “admit” that they enjoyed doing the bad thing.

Whumpee DOES want to do violent things, because they're lashing out at Whumper in revenge. This is treated as proof that they're bad.

“Who knows what you’re capable of?” And just listing vast amounts of horrific things whumpee will later be forced to do, in graphic detail.

[runredrabb1t]

Love me some good old fashioned psychological whump.

Defiant whumpee expecting and being ready/ used to violence but instead being met with the punishment of solitary confinement.

After a day or two, or maybe weeks, they finally crack, they break down. Sobbing, begging, pleading.

Scratching and banging at the door.

Screams of “let me out!” Turn into sobs of “I’m sorry” and “I’ll be good”

When Whumper opens the door, whumpee is huddled in a corner, both physical and mental exhaustion written all over them.

Whumpee looks up, tears welling up “I’m sorry”

Whumper “I’m glad to see you’ve learned”

Now any threats of solitary confinement are met with complete obedience from whumpee

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Why is it so appealing ?

Why whump gotta be like daydreaming crack ?

[whumplump]

A thought

Whumpee dealing with various bothersome symptoms for weeks. Tremors, dizziness, vomiting, fainting. They try to push it with self prescribed medicine and healthy food, but nothing helps. After several consultations with a doctor, they discover that those symptoms have a psychological origin. Whumpee is referred to a psychologist, as recommended by the doctor.

Two sides:

Hurt: the psychologist is Whumper, who takes advantage of Whumpee's mental fragility to steal their money and drag them into unhelpful situations, such as pushing them away from their family or friends. Whumper knows that Whumpee is desperate to feel better and that they would do anything for that. Influenceable, naive.

Comfort: the psychologist is Caretaker, who does everything they can to help Whumpee during their difficulties. A good friend, even with the limited bond between professional and patient.

Alternatively, Whumpee is skeptical about the treatment and refuses to attend therapy. They keep trying to deal with it themselves, pushing it to the limit.

[whump-allthe-way]

whumpers that get into whumpee’s friends’ heads, slowly twisting them away. they feed them lies, manipulate them, pull and drag them away, turn them against whumpee. they break whumpee down bit by bit until they’re a shell of their former self, they cripple them until the lies they’ve fed their friends become true. “whumpee’s violent” whumpee says, “they don’t show it, but they’re a killer”.

and it’s not true, it was never true; but slowly with every passing day, with every nail knocked until whumpee’s coffin, they get closer. and maybe their friends confront them, or maybe they have a run in, maybe they’re simply having a bad day; but the isolation, the loneliness, the fear, the psychological warfare, it all gets too much and they snap.

the lies that whumper fed weren’t lies at all, they were warnings. premonitions of dangers to come.

because whumpee snaps, and maybe they just shout, argue and scream until they’re pale and sweating, but the fear and wariness of their friends has built up, and they flinch away. and whumpee thinks, just for a moment, that whumper was right. they are dangerous, they are a monster, with the fear in their friends’ eyes it’s undeniable.

so they leave, and they never return. their friends think it’s because they changed, they’re a monster now; but now that they’re alone, whumper can have their fun.

[short-form-whump]

The Caretaker sits down next to the Whumpee who is sitting at a bar. It’s late and the room is almost empty. The bartender hasn’t been paying much attention outside of refilling the Whumpee’s glass until the Caretaker arrives, at which point their eyes can’t help but keep darting to the prominent scar on the Caretaker’s face. The Whumpee is the opposite - they intentionally avert their eyes from the Caretaker. “Are you going to tell me what the hell has been going on?” the Caretaker asks them quietly. The Whumpee shakes their head and can’t settle on where to look, so long as it’s anything but at the Caretaker. The Caretaker presses them: “Are you avoiding me or something? Just a coincidence that I never see you, or that you always gotta walk in the other direction?” The Whumpee tosses back their drink and drunkenly spits out their words as their tearful eyes finally meet the Caretaker’s: “You make me sick.” The Caretaker’s eyes widen. “What?” The Whumpee keeps shifting in their chair. “It makes me sick. Just looking at you.” The two sit in an uncomfortable silence as the tears in the Whumpee’s eyes start to stream, each falling more quickly than the last like colliding raindrops on a car window. “Seeing what he did to you. Knowing it was because of me. Knowing I walk outta there like, what, like nothing happened? Looking like the same person?” the Whumpee says bitterly. The Caretaker shakes their head, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” they start to say as they put a hand on the Whumpee’s shoulder. The Whumpee reflexively pushes the Caretaker’s hand off with a roughness that matches the sudden darkening of their eyes. “What he did to you is the first thing people are going to see. What he did to me… nobody will ever see.” The Caretaker pulls their hand back defensively. “A scar is not the convenient conversation piece you think it is,” they start to say before the Whumpee pushes them off their chair to the ground. The Caretaker has the wind knocked out of them and the world spins. “You’re his trophy. After all that, it’s you.” The Whumpee wipes the tears from their face as they look down at their former friend. “And I fucking hate you for that. I will always hate you for that.”

[whumpwonders]

This makes no sense but I was thinking about invisible ink and how that could be used in whump (not sure why, but hey) and came up with the idea of a Whumper that would 'write' things on Whumpee's skin with a pen while psychologically torturing them, like a non-painful form of branding. Only instead of this scaring Whumpee further, it just confused them because "Whumper that pen does not work."

At the time, Whumpee found it a little funny. Whumper would say so many horrific things while tracing their words over Whumpee's skin, writing over their face, their hands, their back. But no ink was ever visible, it just tickled...

...until Whumpee is rescued by the Team/Caretaker and one day ends up in a situation involving ultraviolet light.

It turns out the pen did work after all. Not only did it work, but it worked well. It was just invisible under normal conditions. The moment Whumpee stepped beneath the UV light, every monstrous thing Whumper had ever said became readily available for the Team to read. Despite being free from Whumper for months, the ink still stained Whumpee's skin, like some kind of twisted tattoo.

Now the Team has to figure out what to do with everything they've just learned, and Whumpee has to figure out how they're going to live knowing that no matter how hard they try to forget, they will never be free of Whumper's words.

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Part 1, part 2

Content – intimate whumper, hero x villain, villain with magical powers, fantasy whump, psychological whump, memory alteration, forced submission, dub-con kissing

"I'll probably have to erase your memories. Just as a precaution" Villain's calm voice rang out in the small room as he paced back and forth, not even looking at Hero.

"You're joking right?!"

Hero didn't want his voice to sound so hysterical. He also didn't want to endure Villain's serious look any longer, which only made him more aware of what a terrible situation he was in.

His eyes lingered on random objects, desperately searching for a way out. But he didn't find it. The Villain was blocking his path to the door and Hero realized painfully that there was no chance of getting past him and escaping through the narrow corridor. Not when he's like this. Not now. The only exit was the window he was standing next to. His heart skipped a beat as he thought about what this meant for him, but still, against all reason, his hand slowly moved towards the window handle.

"I don't advise it. You'll break your legs. And then I will come down to you and erase your memories anyway. You will only suffer unnecessarily" Villain said in an almost completely indifferent tone of voice, but there was a hint of concern in it.

Hero snorted, even though he knew Villain was right. And he hated him for it. He also hated the concern in his voice. As if he ever cared about his life and happiness.

"So I should just let you do it, right? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!" Hero didn't want to scream, not again. But he couldn't help but be overcomed with emotions.

Villain stopped and looked at him for the first time since the incident.

"Yes. That will be better. For you. For me. I don't want to fight."

Villain continued to maintain his mask of indifference, and Hero hated the fact that he couldn't read his true emotions. He would have preferred anger because it was predictable, but now he had no idea what to expect.

"There must be another way. Anything else. I can stay silent and pretend I didn't see anything, I can..."

Villain interrupted him with a joyless laugh.

"We both know it won't work. You'll open your dirty mouth and blurt everything out at the end. Or worse, you'll try to help me. I won't let you do this." With each word, Villain got closer to Hero, who could no longer move back, pressed against the wall. He glanced out the window again, but quickly shook his head. The consequences would be too great.

So he risked looking into Villain's eyes and saw no uncertainty in them. He swallowed.

"I could at least try..." his voice was quieter this time, more shaky due to Villain's proximity. Great.

"Would you like to continue pretending to be a hero? It didn't work out last time."

Hero grimaced at the reference to recent events, but did not comment on his words, refusing to be provoked.

There was a sudden tension in the air, full of heavy memories that each of them preferred to keep silent for now.

“So you can see that I have no other choice, my dear,” Villain said after a long moment, breaking the silence.

Something about the way he said that endearment made Hero's heart skip a beat, but he quickly came to his senses, remembering his threat.

"You're an escapist, you know? You would do anything to avoid the consequences, to start over..."

Instead of the expected anger, Hero saw only calmness in Villain, with a hint of amusement at his feeble attempts to distract him to escape.

"What's wrong with escapism, hmm?" he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind Hero's ear.

Hero shuddered, his thoughts made no sense, and for a moment he focused only on the touch on his cheek, on the warmth of Villain's hand, on the knowledge that if only the situation was different, he could kiss him here and now.

"Don't try to avoid it," Villain whispered tenderly into his ear, aware of the effect it was having on him. "Just give up. Submit. It'll hurt you less than if I had to force you to do it."

But I don't want to have my memories deleted, Hero wanted to say, but the prepared words disappeared from his head as soon as Villain ran his hand through his hair. Hero sighed.

Villain suddenly pulled away to look into his eyes. Hero closed it in a sudden panic.

"What exactly do you want to delete? How many days?" he managed to say in a trembling voice.

"Just today," Villain assured him, smiling. "Removing more memories would affect you too much. And we don't want that, right?"

Hero just nodded, not noticing the strange gleam in Villain's eyes.

"And if you're going to forget anyway..." Villain approached him again and kissed him gently on the lips.

Hero had no idea what had just happened. His heart was racing and he felt that his cheeks were completely red. He kept repeating the question in his mind: why, why, why, why, why? But he received no answer.

Villain placed his hand on his blushed cheek again and stared into his eyes as if he wanted to remember the sight. And then he kissed him again, this time on the forehead.

"Sorry." Hero heard a quiet whisper and didn't know how to react. And if any of his reactions would have changed Villain's mind at all. Probably not.

That's why when Villain looked at him again, Hero didn't close his eyes.

A sharp, stabbing pain immediately shot through his head, and Hero couldn't help but hiss and crouch down as if it would protect him.

But Villain then moved his hand to his chin and forced him to straighten up and look him in the eye.

"You're unconsciously resisting, that's why it hurts. Stop it, Hero. Give up, enough of this fighting. It will be better for you this way" his sweet, calm voice made Hero start to calm down involuntarily. The feeling that he was going to cry disappeared. The pain subsided.

And then, as soon as he felt someone infiltrating his mind, searching through his memories, Hero submitted and everything went dark.