#the life of a whumper

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Whumpees missing their previous life before the whump is great and all but whumpees who don’t even know what life is like outside their cell are so fun to write and read imo. Whumpees who were born into capitivty, or were lab-grown by whumper, not knowing that there’s other things to life than this. Whumpees who suffer with memory loss that will never know just how good their life was before whumper came along. Whumpees who have been conditioned into forgetting about their memories, or worse, have been trained into believing life without whumper was so much worse that, actually, captivity is great and the best option for them. If whumper says so, it must be true.

[flame-cat]

thinking of whump less as a trope and more as a genre frees you to do a lot more with it

[whump-queen]

sabotage

a carewhumper who’s constantly engineering situations for whumpee to need them, to run to them crying, to fall to their knees, broken and shattered and so easy to convince that all they need is whumper.

- slashing their tire so they’ll have to call whumper for a ride

- paying dudes to go rob and beat them up so they’ll be bloody and broken and weak and whumper can happen to ‘stumble upon them’ since they were just in the neighborhood…

- sabotaging whumpee’s finances (stealing their rent checks, running up their credit cards) to get them kicked out of whatever meager housing they’ve managed to rent. make them destitute. desperate. and all whumper has to do is waltz in with open arms, maybe a warm coat, and an offer whumpee can’t afford to refuse.

whumpee just doesn’t know why these things keep happening to them. whumper doesn’t help of course; their every word implies it was all whumpee’s fault. that maybe if they weren’t so careless and reckless with these things, maybe they—

no, whumper should just take care of these things for whumpee from now on. that’s what’s best, since whumpee has clearly proven they aren’t responsible enough to manage money, or shopping, let alone a job or really any human responsibilities.

after all, whumpee’s just a broken thing, and only whumper can put them back together.

only whumper will let them break down. only whumper can make them safe. only whumper can hold them close, warm, and just let whumpee collapse into their arms and sob against their neck until they finally drift to sleep.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee wasn’t just the whumper’s captive, no, the whumper would never allow them to just waste away in a cell. the whumpee had been “gracefully allowed” to work alongside the whumper- of course trying to get away from this resulted in beatings, so the whumper never fought back. To the outside world, the whumpee was a loyal lackey, willing to do the whumper’s bidding, but the whumpee just wanted someone to notice what was happening- they wanted to be free.

[whump-blog]

Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

[waywardsou2]

Whumpy Dialouge

(From whumpee to whumper)

"I don't want it, I don't want to"

"Stop I'll do anything"

"I wasn't made for this!"

"Get away from me"

"Not you, not again"

"You were supposed to be dead?"

"Was I just not enough for you?"

"Why couldn't you love me like a normal person?!"

"I was your son/daughter/child! Not your latest science expermient"

"I'm not human?"

"Who do you think you are?!"

"I don't want to feel that way again"

"You promised it wouldn't hurt!?"

"You lied to me, you were supposed to keep me safe!"

"Stay back! I trusted you once I won't trust you again"

[sacredwrath]

P13. Be afraid

Violence, wound care, past torture, touch aversion, nausea mention, self harm?, suicidal ideation (encouraged), negative self perception

“Hey there, come on back now.” The words find Adrian somewhere far away. They wash over him, conveying little meaning.

He floats

“Adrian!” More forceful. That's his name, isn't it? Did he have a name?

“Adrian, it's time to come back now, come on, wake up.” These words are accompanied by a spike of irritation. Who's disturbing him?

“Adrian!” This time, a sensation, a small pain against his cheek. He has a cheek? He has a body

Body awareness hits him

He shoots back into himself, leaping up with a gasp, unsteady legs almost dumping him to the floor. Where is he? Who is hurting him?

The walls are dusty brick, and his feet press into concrete. His cell, Jesse's basement. He relaxes a fraction

A small, dark-skinned woman with wild hair and a bloody rag in her hand looks up at him from where she's seated on a cot. Was that always here?

“Hey hey, it's ok,” she says, raising her hands to show she's unarmed. “It's just me… Wonder. L- Apollo went to grab my kit. I'm a medic. We met before, but you were kinda out of it” she trails off

Right, Jesse's friends. The blonde man- Apollo? Stupid name

What the fuck just happened? He's off balance. He hates being off balance. Why was he unconscious?

“Don't touch me!” He snaps as she reaches for him. It comes out tight and unmistakably panicked. Weak- He bears his teeth. Who gave her permission-

Pull yourself together

Can't let them see it

She has her hands up again. “It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you it's just a soothing antibiotic ointment.”

“What?” He still feels off balance, he doesn't understand. Why is she tending his wounds?

“For the pain?”

…

“L-Apollo thought you were having a… reaction to the pain.”

He doesn't understand. Why? Best to agree. He nods, forcing himself to take a few steps towards her.

Gingerly he sits, forcing himself to angle his bared back towards her. It feels like willingly reaching for a hot stove

He flinches at her touch. Fucking weak-

Trying to calm himself he holds still as her fingers move over his back. Each touch burns, sending goose flesh racing across his skin

His last memory was the blonde man coming through the door. He'd been feeling pretty good then? Hadn't he? He likes watching the man squirm and this time he was squirming. The man hadn't known how to use a whip-

Of course, he bites his tongue, letting the slight pain ground him

A whip, fucking typical. Disgust roils in his belly. He'd thought he'd be over this. The man was fucking incompetent with a whip anyways. Did he even hit him? Fucking weak, pathetic-

Her fingers graze the back of his neck and he grits his teeth against bile suddenly rising in his throat.

She finally breaks contact and he allows himself an unsteady breath.

But then her fingers are back and he flinches hard. Revolting-

“Sorry” she says automatically. Is she? He has to fight every instinct he has to make himself unfurl and lean back towards her.

“Almost done.” Is she trying to reassure him? Pathetic

She rubs ointment over another laceration. Her fingers feel like thousands of tiny needles, stinging, but not hurting. He gags, twisting suddenly to grab her wrist. He can't take it

“Get away from me bitch!” He snaps, wrenching her arm viciously and throwing her to the ground.

She cries out, landing awkwardly and he grins. Finally. Satisfaction, control, relief wash through him so fast it makes him dizzy. Yes

He stalks towards her with purpose and she scrambles away, the fear plain in her eyes. He takes his time, wanting to enjoy this.

Where to start? Her fingers, obviously. The hands that were all over his bare skin. His stomach turns, he can still feel their phantom touch. Should he break them? Take off her nails? Breaking them might be too... harsh

He lunges at her, but she darts past him, faster than he expected. Or maybe he's just slower. Her elbow collides hard with his spine and he yelps, spinning back to face her with a growl. Break them then. Each and every one that touched him. Hes going to rip them out one by one and make her fucking eat them

“Come on” she says, hands half raised as if she's still not sure if she wants to fight him. “You really think you can take me in your condition? I don't want to hurt you.” Part of him tries to remember his condition. He's injured, severely injured in his legs, and was unconscious not 10 minutes ago. Maybe he should care, but he doesn't

He throws himself at her, ducking a fist, in past her guard. She kicks out, connecting with his ruined shin, and he howls. The world going white for a moment. When it comes back, he's on top of her, straddling her hips. His wounded knees dig hard into the floor on either side of her. It hurts, but the pain just makes him more angry. He buries a fist in her face, and another before she bucks her hips, knocking him forward, off balance. Grabbing his arm, she flips him off of her, reversing their positions, but before he can react, he feels the tip of a knife digging into his neck.

He almost begs for it 

“Go on then.” He half screams “fucking do it! I can see how bad you want to!” Breathing hard he can feel the sharp edge biting gently into his skin. “You're little friend couldn't. Wanted to teach me a lesson first. But between you and me, I just think he's a coward.” He can't stop the laugh bubbling up in him. “Come on now,” he tries to sound soothing, not crazy. “For Jesse.” He pouts. “Think about how broken they looked when they got back. All shaky and crying, probably flinching at even your most gentle touch.” he tsks “so sad” 

“Misha!” A startled gasp from the door. She glances back and Adrian takes the chance, knocking the blade away from his neck. He twists, throwing her off him, trying to swing the blade around to her neck, but she is too strong. She grapples him, knife clasped in both their hands as they each try to keep it away from themself.

Then the blonde man, Apollo, is there. He stomps hard on Adrian's wrist, grinding it into the cement as the woman lets go. He wines in pain, flailing with his other hand, trying to grab her. She extracates herself easily and stands, looming over him.

“I think you're the coward.” She growls, knife back in her hand. “You're trying so hard to get someone to do it for you. Why? Too scared to do it yourself?" She sneers. "Maybe if you're good, when Apollos done, I'll leave what's left of you with the knife.” she spits at him, pointedly folding the knife as she turns away

He sees red, diving after the pair. A boot knocks him back. He dives again, just in time for the door to slam shut in his face. He screams

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[vivisectedboy]

The room swims in warm, shaking light, radiating from a small candle, placed on the middle of the floor. Whumpee is shivering, crouched down next to Whumper, holding their hands above the candle, the only source of heat in the room.

"If you quickly move your hand over a flame," says Whumper, "it can't actually burn you."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah. Try it."

"I'm scared, I-I don't want to do it."

"Don't you trust me? Just do what I say."

He gently takes their wrist and starts gliding their hand over the flame, slowly getting closer to it. Whumpee braces themself for a burn, but they laugh in surprise when it finally touches. It really doesn't hurt.

"See? It's fine."

He lets go of their hand, letting them do it on their own.

"You can go slower."

Whumpee looks at him for reassurance, but after a few seconds of hesitation they do it again, much slower, letting their fingers touch the flame even longer.

"Yeah, good. Just like that."

They are precisely keeping the pace, careful not to let their hand linger for too long.

"Now stop. Hold it there."

[baughtio]

Whumpee who gets kidnapped by whumper, but they don’t really mind being put in a cage, bound up and collared because they don’t like their own life. Maybe they are unemployed and struggling to make ends meet, maybe they have no friends and family. Isn’t physical pain and degradation better than the despair that comes with being free?

[whumpster-dumpster]

Me: [drawing]

Family member: Hey, you wanna come start some dinner?

Me: Sure! Just let me finish adding this blood 😇

Family member: ...Great

[whumppromptoftheday]

after captivity whumpee continues to stick to whumper's routine. even when caretaker tries so hard to break the habits whumper beat into them

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

I fucking love it when whumper gets whumped!

[whumperer-86]

Joy of Life S2 Ep30

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee bottled up their emotions after being rescued, because they knew their friends would never approve of how much the whumpee wanted to hurt the whumper. The whumpee couldn’t help it though- their anger had been festering during their captivity and after, and they would do anything to get their hands on the whumper, no matter the cost.

[sir-fenris]

➛ OC Deep Dive: Angelina

◆ This is actually Angelina's introduction :) some may remember her as "Christmas Whumpee".

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What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Angelina has been terrified of bugs since she was a little kid.

With her whumpers, she started fearing pretty much everything a little bit... after all, everything can be used to hurt someone, she saw it happening a lot. So the more seemingly useless things (like decor) a room has, the more stressed/fearful she gets.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Defiance. She finds it annoying and dumb, no matter how little or to who the defiance is aimed at. "All defiant whumpees get killed eventually, why does no one think with their heads instead of their pride?"

Twisting the nose to food is defiance. Speaking too loudly is defiance. Eating loudly and leaving lights on, too. Making your presence known in any unpleasant way is defiance. And she finds it annoying and dumb.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A little golden bracelet she got from one of her whumpers the first time she was called "the favorite". A sketch book full of dark, whumpy drawings. A pair of glasses from a whumpee that escaped :)

What do they notice first in a person?

How strong and observant they are. To see if she can struggle free on a fight or take them down, and to see how sly she has to be around them.

Everyone. She does that with everyone. A child, a nurse, a waiter, a cop, a whumper, a caretaker, a bystander, someone who simply looks at her or walks past her.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Physical? 3, Angelina is not physically hurt often, she did not build up a good tolerance. She does have a very good breathing control, tho, from being suffocated. Emotional pain? 10/10, Angelina is very emotionally resilient.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fawn, definitely. Fighting, fleeing or freezing would have gotten her killed. The only way to survive and spare pain is to appease whoever can hurt her.

When the threat is low, or there's no one to appease, she goes into freeze or flop.

What animal represents them best?

A cat. I can't explain. She's just... cat. Black cat. The energy, the attentiveness, the stare. Just... black cat. Yeah.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"A shy looking young woman. Real friendly and pleasant to speak to, but I didn't even see her until she was right next to me." And that's all. It's hard for a stranger to notice more than that, she made sure of it.

Do they have any hobbies?

Drawing and speaking to herself. It's what she's allowed to do alone.

The other "hobbies" are with her whumpers, and she faces it like tasks or challanges to survive and get good things, so... not hobbies.

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Tagged people under the cut.

Just an extra thing. Angelina got that name because someone commented on her art that she looked like Silent Hill 2's Angela. And I really liked that name, so I looked similar ones and choose Angelina because of the nicknames I could use for it (Angel and Lina).

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Thank you for tagging me into the game @toreadorcaretaker :D It was a fun game and my character's introduction.

Going to tag... @floral-comet-whump , @paingoes , @whumpitisthen and @doumidas-whumps if you guys want to do it. I'm curious about your characters. (っᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)っ♡

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[belovedwhump]

Beloved Whump Prompt #64

Whumpee used as a living battery

Bonus point: Whumpee is immortal, meaning this could continue forever