#the life of a whumper

[flame-cat]

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[echo-goes-mmm]

So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true

Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them

But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love

Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship

Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can

That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.

It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.

And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day

Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert

After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that

[sabrondabrainrot]

👏 please Moon just talk to your brother. He just needs you. He walked off and is going to do something. It's ominous. Moon please 🙏

You don't need to say anything just be with me 😭😭😭

Dawgggg after the last time I think Sun is going to go off on his own and do something he might regret 👀💦 (I hope he does because it would be good angst, yes feed me)

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Being a whumper can be so awkward irl because it’s pretty much like this:

“Yes I am obsessed with this character.”

“No I do not want to fuck them. No I do not want to date them. No I do not want to kiss them!”

“What do I want? I want to hurt them. I want to ruin their life. I want to traumatize them. Essentially, I want to break them.”

…

“No! I said I don’t want to fuck them! I’m ace!

[whumpasaurus101]

"Tread easy," Whumper cooed, watching as the other Whumpers studied the snarling Whumpee close, "This one's a vicious little thing."

[whumperofworlds]

Whumper: I'M THE ANGRIEST PERSON WHO EVER LIVED!

*ding dong!*

Whumper, smiling: Oooh! That must be the pizza!

Whumpee, strapped to a table: ???????

[iwritewhump]

"You changed my life, not for the better. Now I get to return the favor" + payback

day fourteen of whumptember

2883 words

warnings: cursing, drugging, being taken into captivity, vague discussions about past abuse

this one took so so long for me to write and ive lost perspective so let me know what you think lol

~

Villain taps rhythmically on the table, slowly pulling everyone’s attention. Once everyone’s looking at him, he smiles and lowers his hand to his lap. 

“Thank you all for coming.” he nods to Sidekick and Hero. “I know what some of you are risking being here.” 

The pair nods back and look around the table. Sidekick takes Hero’s marred hand in his and squeezes it. Hero looks down at her lap and exhales shakily. She looks up and sees Living Weapon staring at her. It puts its hands on the table and smiles. 

“No need to worry, we’re all here for the same purpose,” Living Weapon says. 

Villain taps on the table again, “It’s right. If any of you hurt anyone at this table before our job is done, you will be punished.” 

Vigilante stands up, slamming her fist on the table, “And what is our purpose? Why’d you call all of us here?” 

Villain raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath. Vigilante ducks her head and sits back down before he answers. “Superhero has hurt all of us. It’s time he’s taught a lesson, don’t you think?” 

Hero slides down in her chair and looks at her lap. She ignores Handler’s pitying eyes and tightens her grip on Sidekick’s hand. He, in turn, taps his thumb on the heel of her hand and takes a deep breath. She follows and her hand relaxes in his. 

“In front of you,” Villain starts, picking up a stack of papers and showing them to everyone, “Is a packet of everyone’s roles in this. I want you to read over it, ask any questions you have, and tell me you can do it.” 

Hero flips the front page of the packet in front of her, then the next, and two more until she sees the one with her name at the top. She skims the first paragraph, then reads it through. Her breath hitches and she looks up at Villain, eyes wide. 

“Concerns?” Villain asks, walking over to her and looking at the packet over her shoulder. 

She puts her finger on the page and underlines one of the steps of his plan. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do this.” 

Sidekick peers over her arm and nods, “I can.” 

Villain pats him on the shoulder, “There we go! You two can combine roles and work out what works for who. As long as all of it gets done.” 

Hero tilts her head and stares at Sidekick. Her brows furrow together and she whispers, “You really think you can do that?” 

He almost laughs, “Without a doubt. But you’ll need to do this for me.” 

He slides his packet closer to her and puts his finger next to one of his steps. Hero nods and flips to it in her packet, starring the number. 

“Ok!” Villain says, standing up. “If no one has any questions, I think we can call it a night. You all can get in contact with me if something changes?” 

Everyone nods or murmurs confirmation. They all push away from the table and stand. Hero folds the packet up and tucks it in her waistband. She and Sidekick stay back as everyone leaves. 

Villain stands in front of her and smiles, “Something’s wrong?” 

She bites her cheek and shakes her head. Looking around nervously, she shrugs and frowns. “You’re sure this is going to work?” 

Villain nods and takes a deep breath. He pats her shoulder and sighs heavily. 

“It has to,” She says, a sudden urgency creeping into her voice. “If it doesn’t…” 

Sidekick links his arm with hers and nods, “It will.” 

Villain inhales deeply and forces a smile, “Alright. I will see you two in three days, make sure you get your jobs done, it’s pretty reliant on you until that night. Don’t fuck it up.” 

He laughs, trying to cut through some of the urgency. Sidekick turns Hero away and nods once to him, “We’ll see you in three days.” 

~

Hero fidgets in her seat, looking over her shoulder at Superhero. He’s in the kitchen cooking dinner and it’s time for her to follow through on her part of the plan. Slowly, so slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial with a faintly pink powder in it.

She unscrews the lid and looks back at Superhero again. While he ducks down to get something from one of the cupboards, she dumps the contents of the vial into Superhero’s drink. 

It fizzles as it dissolves into the iced tea and Hero pockets the vial. Superhero whistles cheerily in the kitchen and struts into the dining room with three plates balanced between his arms. 

He sets one down in front of Hero and frowns. 

“Where’s Sidekick?”

“I’m here!” He says, skidding into the room. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time!” 

He slips into his chair and inhales deeply, “That smells amazing! Did you get shrimp?” 

Superhero sets the plate down in front of him and grunts a confirmation. “I was promised it was the best money could buy.” 

“The only kind of shrimp one can buy: expensive,” Sidekick says, smelling it again. 

Hero shifts anxiously in her chair and eyes Superhero’s drink. Part of her wants to knock it over, part of her wants to dump it down his throat, and part of her wants to drink it herself. 

Superhero sets his plate down and slides onto his chair. He closes his eyes, mutters a quick blessing, and picks his fork up. 

Hero holds a finger up and finishes taking a drink of her water, “Why don’t you try the tea? I tried a new brand and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’d love to hear your opinion.” 

Superhero scowls, but puts his fork down. “What was wrong with the old stuff?” 

He puts his nose on the rim of the cup and sniffs it, tilting his head, he shrugs and takes a sip. Hero and Sidekick exchange a glance as Superhero chugs the rest of the cup, tilting it as far back as he can. 

Sighing, he slams it down on the table and looks at Hero, “Forget the old stuff, that’s what we’ll buy from now on, got it?” 

Hero nods and takes a drink of it herself. She puts the cup back on the table and looks expectantly at Superhero. 

He looks at her and wipes his face, “Do I have a tea mustache?” 

She forces a laugh and takes a bite of her shrimp, “You got it.” 

Sidekick raps his fingers on the table and Superhero turns to look at him, head dipping just a little bit. 

“Can you not do that?” Superhero snaps. 

Sidekick does it again and he smirks, “Gonna do something about it?” 

He slams his fist on the table and stands up. His hand wraps around Sidekick’s throat and Hero gasps. She pushes up from the table and grabs the back of his shirt. Tugging him backwards, she sees his eyes roll back and she steps out of the way. 

He falls to the ground with a loud THUMP and Sidekick stares at her. He feels his throat and takes a few deep breaths. “Thanks.” 

“What the hell was that about?” She accuses, her finger jabbing into his chest. “What were you thinking!” 

He takes a drink of his water and coughs softly. “Well if you’d been the one to get the poison, you’d know that it kicks in faster when the ingester is moving around. What I should have known is that it makes some people irritable.” 

He looks up at her and frowns, “Is it bruising?” 

Gently, she traces over his collarbone and stops when he gasps softly. She pulls her hand back and nods. “It’ll be a couple days before it goes away.” 

He nods and pulls his collar up to cover the handprints. He exhales shakily and stares at Superhero, then grabs his phone from his pocket. “I’ll text Handler, let her know everything’s on track.” 

Hero’s head bobs and she sits down. Staring at the shrimp makes her stomach turn, so she pushes away from the table and dumps her plate in the trash. 

“She’s  on her way here,” Sidekick says, taking a cautious bite of his shrimp. “Said it’d be no more than-” 

A knock on the door cuts him off and he sets his fork on the table. “I’ll get it!” 

He runs out of the dining room and Hero can hear the deadbolt sliding open. The door creaks open and Sidekick welcomes Living Weapon and Handler with warm pleasantries like Superhero wasn’t passed out on the floor. 

Handler walks into the dining room and looks around before her eyes land on Hero. She smiles softly and waves, “Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“How long has he been out?” She walks up to him and nudges him with her foot, rolling him onto his back. 

She whistles and squats down next to him. Hero shifts her weight anxiously and looks at the clock on the wall, “Maybe three minutes? Not very long.” 

Living Weapon strides into the room and tilts its head at the sight of Superhero on the floor. “Not gonna lie,” It says, leaning close to Hero, “I wasn’t sure you’d follow through.” 

Hero takes a step away from it and shrugs, “Of course I followed through.” 

Handler stands up and snaps at Living Weapon. She takes its place next to Hero and shakes her head, “Don’t mind it, of course you did your part.” 

Living Weapon hikes Superhero up on its shoulder and sighs heavily. It nods once and walks out of the dining room. Handler follows it, almost running to catch up. 

Hero follows after her and waves to Sidekick, “You should stay here in case someone comes looking for him. I’ll be fine, I promise.” 

With one last glance at him, Hero runs to catch up with Handler and leaves Sidekick behind. She and Handler get in the car while Living Weapon slams Superhero in the trunk. Handler’s lips purse and she starts the car. 

“You’re being very brave right now.” She whispers, turning the A/C down. 

Hero nods and stares ahead, forcing herself to extinguish the image of Superhero stuffed in the trunk of the car. 

Living Weapon climbs in the back and Handler drives off, kicking up dust and leaving the small, not-so-safe safe house behind. 

Living Weapon and Handler chatter the whole way to the abandoned warehouse Villain chose out. Hero tunes most of it out, choosing instead to let her anxiety get the better of her. It could all be a trick from Superhero, checking her loyalty to him. Somehow, Superhero managed to get Villain, Handler, Living Weapon, Vigilante, and Sidekick to work together for this. He’d offered them money, immunity, a blind eye, whatever they wanted. She chews on the inside of her cheek and thinks about how this was a ploy to get her alone in a way the news would believe and have the rest of her mutilated. 

Somehow, Superhero had the time to get everything planned, and managed to keep her in the dark about it. And it would turn out he’s not even actually drugged and Sidekick got her kool-aid powder instead of actual knock-out powder. 

Then, Hero thinks about Sidekick working against her. She thinks about just thirty minutes ago when he let her touch freshly bruised skin and didn’t pull away. She shakes her head, Superhero is really drugged in the trunk of this car and he’s in no way in kahoots with anyone else about tonight. 

Handler parks the car and steps out, she glances at Living Weapon through the rear view mirror and they have a silent conversation Hero wishes she could be a part of. 

“You can follow me, hun.” Handler says, getting out of the car. Living Weapon’ll take care of Superhero. We should probably check in with Villain. I don’t know if you’re supposed to be here or not.” 

Hero’s heart speeds up as she falls into step behind Handler. “I don’t think so. It wasn’t in the packet, but I wanted to make sure-I wanted to see him…” 

Handler nods quickly and sighs, “I get it. Hey, that’s why I’m here.” she pauses and looks over her shoulder at Hero. “Well, I’m here mostly for Living Weapon.” 

She stops in front of a door and turns to face it. Knocking on it rhythmically, she takes a step to the side and the door springs open. Hero follows her through the door, down the stairs and into a room. 

Vigilante nods to Handler and pulls her leg up to her chest, resting her chin on her knee. She looks at Hero and her face scrunches. “What’re you doing here?” 

Handler takes a step between the two and lowers her hands to her side. “She’s fine. If you have an issue with her being here, ask Villain.” 

“Maybe I will,” she snaps back. 

Hero clears her throat and leans forward slightly, “Where is Villain? 

Vigilante rolls her eyes and points behind her to a closed door. “He said he was getting a few more things ready. I don’t know why he waited until the last minute to do his part-he planned this whole damn thing.” 

The door opens and Villain strides out, hands resting at his side. “And what would you have done about Superhero, Vigilante?” 

Vigilante jumps and her cheeks turn pink, “Sorry.” 

Villain walks past her and smiles warmly at Hero and Handler, “He’s here?” 

Hero exhales slowly and allows herself to relax when Villain doesn’t question her presence.

Excitedly, Handler says, “Living Weapon is putting him in the cell right now. We’ve got him.” 

Villain closes his eyes and exhales shakily. He looks around with teary eyes and bites his cheek. Half laughing, half sobbing, he covers his mouth. “We did it.” 

Tears stream down his face and he wipes his eyes with his sleeves. He sniffles and looks at Hero. “Do you want to come and see him?” 

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Nodding, she follows him out of the room and down a hallway. At the very end, Villain stops and knocks on a door. “It’s me, let us in!” 

Hero closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The door opens and she grabs onto Villain’s arm. He looks at her, then at her hand wrapped around his arm, and takes her hand in his. “Let’s go in together.” 

Living Weapon walks out of the room and nods to the pair as he walks away, “He’s waking up.” 

Hero’s grip tightens on Villain’s hand and she pulls back. “Maybe I should just stay back. For now.” 

She doesn’t want him to know she was a part of this. Not yet. Not ever, if possible. 

“It’s up to you,” Villain says, letting go of her. “But I think it’ll be good for you to see him like this. He can’t hurt you from the cell.” 

She bites her cheek and scoffs, “You don’t know that. He can do a lot.” 

Villain walks into the room and leaves Hero behind, “I’ll leave the door open. Come in if you can, it’ll be worth it.” 

Hero crosses her arms in front of her and leans against the wall, listening intently. 

Something crashes against a wall and someone slams their fist against the bars of the cage. Superhero shouts, “Where the hell am I?!” 

She can practically see Villain. His eyebrows raised and arms at his side. 

“You’re somewhere you can’t hurt anyone again.” He says, voice level and commanding. 

Superhero spits, “And where’s Hero? Don’t tell me she’s not in on this, she’s the only way you’d be able to get me behind these bars.” 

He rattles them again for good measure and Hero takes a deep breath. She squares her shoulders and walks into the room. 

She stands next to Villain and looks at Superhero. He rolls his eyes and takes a few steps away from the bars. 

“I called it.” he spits. “I fucking called it.” 

Hero stares at the ground and bites her cheek. 

“Look at me!” he shouts. “You don’t get to do this to me and act like you’re sorry.” 

Villain takes a half-step over and shields Hero from him. She looks up at Superhero and sees him seething. Villain looks at her and whispers, “You can leave if you want to.” 

Superhero slams his face against the bars and shouts. “No she can’t! She has to stay here until I tell her she can leave!” 

Hero sets her jaw and takes a step forward, close enough for her to reach out and touch the cage. 

“You changed my life. Not for the better.” she says. Superhero reaches a hand through the bars and grabs her arm. 

She jerks away, trying to free herself from him, but he digs his nails into her until he draws blood. She pulls him back and his nose slams against the cage. Roaring, he rears back and lets her go. 

“Now I get to return the favor,” She spits, clutching her arm. 

Villain herds her out of the room and slams the door behind them, leaving Superhero alone in the dark.