#psychological whump

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.“

[sir-fenris]

Whumpcember24 - Day 3

Begging

(Drabbles' masterlist)

Content: experiment whumpee, resigned whumpee, intimate/sadistic whumper, begging, hand-feeding, implied torture, leg injury, threat of mutilation, starvation.

The first time Whumpee was thrown in the dungeon cell, they thought pain would be the worst, consistent problem. And well... it was, indeed, consistent and distressing.

But somehow boredom was worse.

Because boredom led to overthinking.

Could they have done something to stop the last session's pain sooner? When will be the next one? Will they be allowed water and food? How many days has passed? Is this consistent pain in the leg normal after being stabbed? Is the lethargy and apathy because of tiredness, or were they going insane?

And slowly, there was so much nothing going on beyond the pain, that their mind had to come up with new questions to fill their "free" time.

Like; how many steps there were between the bars and the wall? What's the highest number they can count to before a new session? How long can they keep their eyes open? How much can they move before jostling an injury too badly?

Any question and thought until the cell door opens.

When torture starts, they hope for it to end.

When torture ends, they hope for it to begin again just to take them out of this endless overthinking.

... And to give them a chance to eat. Because that only happened when Whumper was in a good mood and wanted to play, instead of study torture methods.

"Look who's up early today!" Speaking of the devil...

Whumpee raises their eyes tiredly, barely seeing Whumper clearly anymore, their eyesight is getting worse each day. They don't say anything, they don't need to.

"I was thinking of trying out glossectomy today, but I'm reconsidering..." Whumper muses, walking in the cell with a black bottle in hands.

Whumpee hated when Whumper used their weird-ass words. It meant usually some type of surgery or medical thing, by Whumpee's experience, and it always had the immense potential to be an excruciating experience.

At their tiredly confused expression, Whumper grins gleefully and explains, after crouching down. "Tongue removal, little bird."

Their blood goes cold. Whumper has never chopped off a part of their body. No matter how far they went, Whumpee knew Whumper would at least keep them whole by the end of it, why must it change now-

With a chilling chuckle, Whumper opens the black bottle, and the smell of fruit cuts off Whumpee's thinking.

"Now, now, don't lose yourself just yet. I told you, I'm reconsidering," Whumpee says. "I do love you singing for me, little bird... So I'll give you a chance to prove that I'm better off leaving your tongue where it is. And, if you're good enough, you can have a tasty smoothie, hm?"

The pause sent Whumpee in a frenzy to find out what was the right thing to say, which clues they had in hands to guess what Whumper wanted to hear.

'I do love you singing for me...'

"Please..." Whumpee whispers, lowering their eyes to the ground when Whumper grin grows. "Can I please eat?"

A hooked finger presses their chin upwards, forcing them to meet Whumper's gaze. "You can do better, little bird. Let me help."

Pain burns through their body as Whumper uses their other hand's nails to dig into Whumpee's leg injury. They try to curl into themselves with a stifled wail, but Whumper's hooked fingers turns into a whole-hand grip on their jaw, keeping Whumpee's gaze on Whumper's eyes only.

"P-Ple- Ah! Please, please, c-can I eat?" Tears burn their eyes when Whumper just digs their nails further, still with that vile grin. "Please, I'm begging you, I'm so hungry, please let me eat, please, please-"

Their words are interrupted by a choked gasp as Whumper retrieves both their hands to clap. "There we go, that's better."

Whumpee breaths shakily, closing their eyes to urge the pained tears away.

"Your singing is too pretty for me to cut off your tongue, little bird. Aren't you glad I've changed my mind?" Whumper asks cheerfully, putting a straw on the smoothie bottle.

"... Yes, thank you," Whumpee whispers. At least today's game was easy and fast. It's the easiest food they got in a long while.

"Good song bird. Now, say 'ah' for me."

Whumpee's eyebrows twitched at the straw being tapped against their lips, because their hands were fine, they didn't need nor want Whumper to feed them.

But this was the easiest food they got in a long while. They can't lose the opportunity of easy, tasty nutrition because of pride.

And when the delicious, cold and fresh smoothie reaches their kept tongue, Whumpee forgot why they had even hesitated.

There is no space for pride in survival.

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(Kinda late, but stills counts as day 3, right? Shhh, for me, it does.)

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[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.”