#psychological whump

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

Whumpee that spends hours every day coming up with detailed scenarios of the worst things Whumper could possibly do to them so they can feel somewhat prepared for the torture ahead.

Whumper hurting Whumpee in ways that barely even scratch the surface of the things Whumpee was imagining, yet breaking Whumpee more than they could have ever predicted.

The feeling of failure when Whumpee couldn't take a lash when they'd been expecting much worse for months.

Whumpee accidentally adding more layers of torture to the experience by letting their own mind defeat them too.

[anoushka-m-alice]

Carewhumpee

But he can’t get to her sooner. Their captors securely restrain him whenever they focus on her. They always make sure he can see and hear, though.

She may have insisted on bearing the brunt of their sadistic sport to try to spare him, but he still suffers, just in a different way: as a witness to their brutal crimes against his friend and former lover.

His role is simple. He’s here to tend to her wounds, treat her injuries, help her stay alive for as long as possible… or until their captors’ goal is achieved.

He wasn’t given a choice but that doesn’t matter, not really. He does it willingly; he truly does still care for her deeply. As does she for him.

[flaming-whumpster]

Is it really your name if nobody uses it?

You insist that's your name, but that's not the name I gave you. That's not your name anymore.

You can pretend like it is, for a while.

But how long will it take before you begin to forget?

Every time I use your name, your real name. You forget your old one, bit by bit. You perk up every time I call you, because you know that's who you are now.

I can hear you, you know. Each night, repeating it to over and over, trying to convince yourself that this isn't who you are, that you're still who you were before we met.

It's funny to see you try, but one day you'll lose the only thing that ties you to your old life.

Soon, Adam will be gone.

...Or was it Alan? It's so hard to keep track of a name you never hear.

Your eyes widen with dread, a pit forming in your stomach as you feel like a part of you just died.

You can't remember.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚠️ Infohazards in Whump ⚠️

An infohazard is a piece of true information that could be harmful just to know, either because it’s so disturbing or because it’s possible to use that information to harm others. Things that whumpee could learn that could really distress them:

The time and manner of their own future death

An IQ score or other reductive measure of talent/worth

That their universe is controlled by a cruel god who will always make them suffer

That their universe is meaningless

That their bloodline is linked to someone they consider evil

How to access or brew something extremely addictive

The existence of a magical being which will start to hunt them if they think about it too much

How to summon a demon, start an apocalypse, etc.

Knowledge that activates a curse

Knowledge that activates a curse IF AND WHEN you think about it too much

That they’re living in a simulation

That a bunch of innocent people are suffering far away and there’s nothing they can do to help

That they have the ability to kill other people telepathically if they accidentally think the wrong thing

That someone is constantly monitoring them and they have no real privacy

That someone they love is actually not real - a robot with no emotions, a figment of their imagination, etc.

That they once loved someone who died, and intentionally wiped their memory of that person to avoid the grief

An uncovered memory of horrific abuse by a loved one who’s still in their life

Whumpy ways they can respond (CW: suicidal ideation, drug use)

Trying to distract themselves from the knowledge constantly. They panic if they’re alone in silence.

They’re always exhausted because they’re trying to keep their brain stimulated.

Drinking or using drugs to numb out their mind.

Insomnia and nightmares. It consumes them day and night.

They carry it alone. They don’t want to tell anyone else, because then that person will suffer too.

A constant sense of dread. They can’t enjoy the little things in life anymore because this knowledge spoils everything.

Trying to change or prevent or deny this, when it’s impossible.

Suicidal thoughts. It’s too hard to live with this knowledge.

[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.

[ssaintsofviolence]

(tw: can also be applied to noncon) whuper distorting whumpee’s perception of reality, feeding them lines like "you want this," or "this is the only way you'll find peace." Over time, whumpee begins to question their own desires and thoughts, internalizing the notion that submission, pain, and whatever whumper wants are their only real choices, maybe whumper forces them to associate the whump with moments of supposed "care," so twisting the line between affection and manipulation as they please

[loonybun]

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

[mintflavouredwhump]

Whumpee hiding.

Maybe seeking refuge in high places like the top of a cupboard or seeking dark or cramped spaces where they're sure no one will find them as they drown in their own terror.

Who are they hiding from?

A caretaker they cannot trust, even as they call out to whumpee and try to coax them out with promises of trust and comfort?

Or a whumper trying to manipulate them to stop their little game or threatening them with violence if they don't comply?

[loreleiloon]

Blind Whumper

Whumper who depends on whumpee for everything and they never let them forget that. Whumper who feels whumpee up to "know what their body is like." Who always needs whumpee's hand to guide them. Who acts possessive when whumpee talks to a stranger for too long. Who makes whumpee sleep in the same bed with them because whumper has night terrors and needs whumpee near them. Whumpee can't tell them "no" because whumper is blind and needs this. When they cry at night beside whumper, they'll feel a shift. "What is it, whumpee? Why are you crying?" "I'm not--I'm okay," whumpee will try to say before whumper wraps their arms around them and kisses them, holds them, loves them. Whumpee clings to those moments. It's the only time everything feels calm, normal, safe. Whumper's kindest to them when the world is quiet. But the world isn't quiet during the day. So whumpee tries their best to keep the house still as possible. They walk on tiptoes, gingery avoiding every creaking floorboard because whumper refuses to put rugs down. Their heart jolts in their chest whenever they hear whumper shuffling along, taking slow stalking steps through each room. Whumpee holds their breath as whumper walks past, hoping, praying whumper doesn't notice their presence. They just need a moment alone. They don't want to complain, but it's just so much. Then a floorboard creaks, their chair settles, and whumper stops, tilting their ear in whumpee's direction. A grin twists their lips as they grope towards the frozen whumpee, "There you are...I missed you."

[whumpsday]

Hallucinations

@medwhumpmay Day 5

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: recovery, past pet whump, older / middle-aged whumpee, comfort, psychological whump

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Stocking shelves was a simple job with clear tasks. That was what the social worker told him. That wasn’t to say stocking was easy, especially not on Whumpee, even after he’d put the meat back on his bones. It was physical, and the boxes were often heavy, and he almost never stopped moving his whole shift.

But he could handle it right now, and that was all he needed. He needed this.

“Could always go for cleaning or food service. You were good at those,” Whumper purred.

Whumpee pushed his cart through him wordlessly, his expression unchanging. He was getting better at that, just staring straight ahead so his coworkers wouldn’t think he was crazy. Though that ship had pretty much sailed months ago.

He pushed the cart, unloading its contents and placing them on the shelves where they belonged. Twisting things around so the labels faced forward like they were supposed to.

Whumper reappeared, sighing contentedly as he reclined to watch Whumpee work. “Good boy. What a good pet you are, following your orders.”

Whumpee shook his head with a grumble, just barely keeping himself from muttering I’m not a ‘good boy’. I’m forty-six. Even without that added tidbit, he was already getting an odd look from the new girl working beside him, a kid about half his age. He gave her an awkward smile to try and save it, but she quickly looked away, and he dropped the effort. Whatever. She was seasonal anyway, just some college kid trying to earn something over the summer.

Maybe if things had been different, he’d have a daughter her age. That ship had long since sailed, too.

Despite his internal protests, Whumper continued to coo at him about being a good boy and a good pet as he did his damn job. He’d learned to mostly ignore it by now. Better that than… the opposite.

“So, uh, what are you studying?” he asked, just to distract himself.

The girl startled. “Oh! Social work. Yeah. About halfway through. Junior year around the corner.” She spoke a little too quickly.

Whumpee couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” the kid demanded, somehow seeming a little more comfortable then.

“I just know a lot of social workers. Nothin’ against it, just thought it was funny. It’s good people, most of ‘em.” Most.

“Oh.” The girl relaxed a little, walking with him as they moved to unload more product. “And they… help?”

“What, with the talking to myself? I mean, not enough, I guess.” Was that rude? He’s been way too rude during this conversation. He’d let himself slip in Whumper’s absence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

He raised a hand in peace. “It’s fine. It takes a lot more than that to offend me.”

“Bad pet,” Whumper admonished with a tsk-tsk. “You know better than to interrupt.”

Whumpee flinched, just barely managing to stop himself from dropping the box he was unloading to grovel. “I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

There. Normal thing to say. Not so hard.

The kid eyed him curiously, not that Whumpee could figure out what it was this time. “It’s fine.” And lightly, with a smile, “Takes a lot more than that to offend me.”

“She’s cute,” Whumper whispered in his ear. “I’ve been needing a new pet, ever since you left me. You were getting older anyway. Maybe she could take your place.”

Whumpee whipped around so fast his head spun. “Shut up! Don’t you dare say that about her! What’s wrong with you!?”

The girl gasped, dropping her box. Something shattered inside it, spilling red through the cracks, just like him.

Whumper trailed a finger up Whumpee’s throat to his chin. He could swear he could feel it. “You don’t talk to your master that way, pet. You know what comes next.”

“Mr. Whumpee?” the girl asked, voice small, tears in her eyes.

Whumpee dropped to the ground, cowering on the floor with his arms over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

By that point, others were rushing over, a cavalcade of coworkers pushing themselves between them and all talking at once so he could hear none of them.

“Just give me a minute,” Whumpee begged. Whether it was Whumper or the real people he was begging, he wasn’t sure. “I just need a minute. Please. Just a minute.”

“I’m fine, give him some space,” he distantly heard the kid say among the rumble.

After a couple minutes, he dared to uncover his face. She was still there, though everyone else had left. She crouched as soon as she could see his eyes. “Hey,” she said, gentle. “You alright?”

“I guess.” He pushed himself up to sitting, wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve. “Sorry you had to see that.”

She shrugged. “Sorry you had to experience it.” And then: “I also know a lot of social workers. For the record. It’s why I decided to go into it.”

“Ah, a kindred spirit.” Though he doubted it was for the same reason. At least, he damn hoped so.

“Thanks for defending me from the voice you were hearing. That’s what you were doing, right?” She offered him a hand.

Whumpee took it, getting back to his feet. “Yeah. He’s a dick.”

The girl laughed. “I bet.”

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@whuarri

@reborrowing

@paperprinxe

@what-if-i-just-did

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@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

@whumpshaped

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@all-hail-pigeons

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@jumpywhumpywriter

[evil-by-noon]

It's not my fault I just thinks it's really cool and hot when a villain absolutely fucking demolishes a hero's physical body, self esteem, mental health, and general ability to function ever and then says smth super victim-blamey and then keeps them locked up in their house until they get inevitably rescued. And then after the hero gets better a little then they get kidnapped again or otherwise re-stuck with the villain and retraumatized. It's so #relatable or smth idk

Also collars

[anoushka-m-alice]

Helplessness

He is forced to watch as she is beaten and fucked, manhandled into submission. He struggles against his restraints, but can't break free to help her. And even if he could, there's three of them against one of him.

He feels so helpless as his friend is hurt before his eyes, her mind and body both fracturing in front of him, her screams of defiance turning to desparate pleading turning to sobs of despair.

They told him he could help her. Afterwards. Only afterwards, when she'd be a shell of the vibrant person he knew.

If only he could get to her sooner…

[useless-moss]

Hmm Viggo suffering from chronic sleep paralysis and insomnia.

He struggles to fall asleep. Each night is a battle that usually ends with him staring at the wall or the ceiling. Trying to will his mind to shut off, just for once, so his body can get the rest it needs to recover from a stressful day.

And when he does finally manage to fall asleep, he 'wakes up' frozen. Paralyzed, only able to move his eyes. Forced to lay in absolute helplessness as his mind runs rampant. Conjuring hallucinations and images that make his heart race and a cold sweat break out across his skin. That have him sitting bolt upright, a scream caught in his throat when his body finally does decide to respond to his panicked thoughts.

Ans he can't go to anyone. Feels like he can't, at least. Healers are the only ones who know, and that's only so Viggo can get some herbs and mixtures to help him sleep. Which he hates. They make him drowsy and tired throughout the entire following day, but they're his only hope to get even a somewhat restful night's sleep. The only way he can get any rest without wanting to tear his hair out by the end of it.

[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.