#whumpee writing

[potato-is-fun-to-say]

I'm all for starving the whumpee, but what about overfeeding whumpee. Whumper forces whumpee to eat the food until they are sick. Or even better, whumpee is forced to eat sweets, and not just any kind, honey candy. We all know if we eat too much honey you get that sick and awful feeling. Then once whumper makes whumpee begging to stop eating, whumpee is starved, the stinging of the sweet candy on their tongue, no bread or fruit to remedy the sickness, and just watch as he vomits all of his food because their so sick, and getting stomach aches. And forever that disgustingly sweet candy will forever be ruined for them.

Yeah.

That's the stuff.

[i-eat-worlds]

An Introduction

A Charles & Ollie The Subject!AU, created as a part of Whump Community for Palestine for @cupcakes-and-pain

cw: medical whump, institutionalized slavery, it/its pronouns used to dehumanize, conditioned whumpee

Ollie tried to pretend it wasn’t terrified as the blanket was lifted away and a bright light flooded into the crate. This was what it had been made for. It wanted this. They could do whatever they cared to do and that would be okay.

A kind looking, masculine face filled its vision, peeking under the blanket. “Hello, I’m Dr. Durand.”

It held back a whimper as the doctor’s eyes assessed it. It was a good subject. It wouldn’t flinch away or squirm or be anything other than still or quiet.

“That can’t be comfortable, dear” he said, pulling the blanket all the way up. Of course, it didn’t matter if Ollie was comfortable or not, that wasn’t its job. “Let’s get you out of there.”

There was the telltale sound of a lock being twisted open and the latch flipped up, and then the door popped loose. It stood there, looking at the dull white wall behind Dr. Durand’s body, unsure what to do.

“You can come out, it's okay,” he said, voice uncharacteristically reassuring for talking to a thing so far below him.

Slowly, Ollie crawled out of the crate and onto the oor, limbs aching and sore from being cooped up for so long. It looked around the lab, a little confused. Where was the big metal table with the straps? And there were no cages. Where was he supposed to be stored? It looked to Dr. Durand, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“How about we go to the break room?” He oered his hand to Ollie. “I’ll help you up.”

Did…did Dr. Durand want it to stand? Didn’t he know that things like it should only be on the oor? Was this a test?

“You can stand up, it’s alright,” the doctor said. Ollie couldn’t sense any malice in his tone, but it had to be there.

But in the end, it didn’t matter what Dr. Durand’s intentions were. The only option it really had was to comply.

Slowly, it took the doctor’s hand, then tried to pull itself up o the ground. Its legs protested the movement, refusing to steady themselves long enough for standing to be possible, and it could feel its back starting to cramp up.

The doctor extended an arm around its waist, arm pressing into the thin fabric of the standard medical gown it’d been shipped out in and providing some support. “C’mon, I’ll help you,” he encouraged, guiding it towards the door.

Ollie tried not to stiffen up under the doctor’s touch. It was so much, the warmth of his body and the sensation of his rough, ungloved hands. Human skin felt so weird, and, if it’d been allowed to have preferences, it would’ve preferred the gloves.

Still, Dr. Durand was gentle as he helped it walk, staying at its pace instead of dragging it behind him. It took step after step, each a little bigger, each a little faster. Ollie thought that it was keeping its balance pretty well until, suddenly, its ankle came and it was sent tumbling to the ground.

Pain flared in its leg as it looked up at the doctor, tears welling in its eyes. No, no, no.

“I’m so sorry, doctor,” it choked out, dropping its head.

“Please, I’m so sorry.”

[whump-in-the-closet]

whumpee characterizations ? and what it takes to break them

thief whumpee: silver-tongued/ can't keep still/ uses humor as a coping mechanism-> gagged/ stress positions/ a casual whumper whose indifference immobilizes whumpee

royal whumpee: stoic/ proud/ seeks revenge after their imprisonment-> forced to kneel/ public humiliation, dragged around like a trophy, collared, branded etc/ enough scars to look like a constellation on their skin

healer whumpee: kind/ keeps up an image for the sake of others/ skilled in their trade-> pushed to the edge/ others have to take care of them/ hands or fingers so badly damaged they'll never be able to help anyone else again

innocent whumpee: naive/ trusting/ hopeful-> "no one is coming for you"/ left to die/ a whumper who twists whumpee's anger against their friends

bitter whumpee: apathetic/ shrugs off what they've been through/ exhausted-> "I'm fine." followed by collapsing/ vivid flashbacks where they wake up screaming/ refuses to fall asleep after their ordeal

leader whumpee: independent to the point of isolation/ tries to protect everyone/ mentally well-adjusted (mostly)-> set up to fail/ forced to hurt their teammates/ they come back changed, and everyone avoids them

villain whumpee: defiant/ insults whumper every chance they get/ so many failed escape attempts-> non-con drugging, left a shadow of their past selves/ conditioned to obey/ kneeling next to whumper at a press conferences

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee, limp, beaten, and half conscious bound up on the hard floor. Whumper kneeling down in front of them and grabbing whumpee's chin, pulling their face up to look at them without resistance as whumpee's head lolls and their eyes fail to fully focus.

[defire]

Defiant whumpee but they've already had the shit beat out of them

"you're just gonna stand there and appreciate your work, huh?"

"am I pretty now?"

They were screaming "fuck you!" And got punched every time till they didn't have the breath to speak. Now it's just a very quiet "just suck a dick, would you?"

whumper just has gotten in the habit of slapping them for talking because it's probably insults

Saying "yes master" and waiting till whumper can't see to roll their eyes or give them the finger

Resistance via silence, because they have no energy to speak anymore

Their instinctive sass now includes a flinch reflex

"are you done?" Whumpee says and then cringes

"are you done?" Whumper says and waits for whumpee to say something that will earn them another kick

"I think we both could use a break, don't you think?" Whumpee groans.

Whumpee adds on a "sir" whenever they say anything that might get them punished

"yes, patience is clearly your best quality... Sir."

[bedtimescenarios]

There's something so terrifyingly beautiful about mind control.

Just imagine- a Whumpee who knows about Whumper's ability. As soon as they end up alone with them and realize what's going to happen, they panic. They attempt to get away, to stay out of Whumper's reach, to fight.

When that fails, they resort to choked pleas, backing away though they know it's futile. Their eyes warily scan the grinning Whumper, who is walking towards them at a painfully slow pace, aware of the fact that they have them cornered. As their back presses against the cold wall, and Whumper's hand delicately makes its way towards their face, Whumpee freezes.

Whumper's fingers gently brush against their face, the cold touch causing them to shiver.

"Don't fight me."

Their voice is sweet as they speak, so much so that, if they didn't know better, Whumpee would think this was their medium. But as Whumper's hand settles on their cheek, and their mind starts becoming foggy, that idea is discarded.

"You'll feel so much better afterwards, you'll see. Just let me in."

Whumpee grimaces, desperately trying to hold onto their thoughts. their thoughts. their, their, THEIR-

"There we go."

As Whumpee's facial features relax, their breathing slows down, and their expression goes blank, Whumper knows they've won.

Whumpee's mind is theirs now.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

[whumper-whimsy]

drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

[thinkingofausername]

That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing

[tender-traps]

bloodbags who aren't captives

being a vampire's unofficial property. you don't live in their basement and you don't do their bidding but you're theirs

vampires who stalk their prey, in the human sense of the word. they know your schedule and they know where to find you

vampires who overpower you and enjoy the fight every time, who would never be satisfied with a captive who understands that resistance is futile

vampires who use simple threats to get what they want without a fight

(a single parent and a vampire who threatens to hurt their kids)

vampires who don't need mind control when they have blackmail and extortion

vampire boss and human employee who reeeally needs this job

landlord vampire who'll throw you out if you don't let them feed from you once in a while

loan shark vampire who's being very generous allowing you to pay part of your debt in blood

vampires who are loved and respected. if you tried to tell anyone what they really are they'd never believe you

the cold dread of realizing you're not alone in the house and knowing exactly who it is and exactly what they'll do to you

vampires with free-range bloodbags :)

[jordanstrophe]

There's two kinds of caretakers.

The one tending whumpees bedside as they're unconscious in the hospital.

The one hunting down the whumper that put them there.

[whumpbug]

this is probably an overdone trope but a personal fave of mine: whumpees with concussions

whether it’s from an explosion/accident or just a plain ol bonk on the kitchen counter. they’re my JAM

when the whumpee wakes up they’re confused and nauseous and disoriented and out of it. they’re not quite sure where they are or what happened but they do know there are gentle hands guiding them to sitting and muffled voices speaking to them

when the whumpee can’t vocalize anything except for ‘’my head hurts” because it does and they feel the unexplainable urge to tell the people around them that, maybe in hopes that someone will do something to ease the pain

whumpee being so exhausted but they aren’t allowed to sleep because it’s dangerous until they can get proper medical attention so caretaker (very reluctantly) has to keep resorting to increasingly uncomfortable ways to keep them awake (ex: slapping, pinching, shouting, shaking), which leaves whumpee whimpering and crying softly

when whumpee finally does get to sleep, it isn’t even that restful because caretaker has to wake them up every four hours and when they do they are greeted with the pitiful whines and groans of whumpees who just wants to rest

feel free to add to this (please do actually) but this has been in my brain and i needed desperately to share it with u all ദ്ദി´▽`)

[chiharuuu22]

Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).

In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.

In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.

On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!

In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.

On the sofa in front of the fireplace.

In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.

On the couch on the terrace.

On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.

Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.

Anything you want to add?

[whumpy-bi]

Thinking about a rescuer/caretaker barging in and immediately softening when they see the state the victim is in—skittish, terrified, trying to get away from them.

The immediate softness and compassion of “No, no, I’m here to help.”

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee lying flat on their back, staring straight up with an increasingly vacant look in their eyes.

Recovering whumpee laying flat on their back, staring up vacantly up as they numbly relive the details of their experiences.

Bleeding whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly up as they feel themselves losing more and more blood.

Beaten whumpee laying flat on their back, staring vacantly upwards as they realize that it's useless to try to keep going or fight back now.

[defire]

Whumpees getting knocked to the ground.

It's so vulnerable and I love it

Content: language, mild body horror

(some defiant/sarcastic whunpee stuff here)

Falling to their knees clutching a broken hand/arm and just curling in and screaming

Whumper trips them--"what the fuck!" "What? It was an accident!"

Or being shoved so hard they fall and get hurt on the way down "I'm cooperating, alright!"

Not daring to get back up "so you want me on the floor. Ok. Coulda just asked."

Curled up in a fetal position on the ground after torture-- "no don't--don't touch it.. don't touch me. Please."

Curling up in a fetal position, while being kicked to protect organs and face. The silent struggle between kicks and taunts to avoid the worst injuries.

When they were standing but they fall on their own knees to show they're not a threat "no no no let's not do this the hard way. Is there an easy way? Yeah? Can we do that?"

A gut punch that hits hard enough to make them fall to their knees

"Get up." (But they can't, and they're trying so hard)

A martial arts throw that ends with them hitting the ground hard on their back

Or a twist that lands them face-down and cringing as the pressure increases in their shoulder (bonus: it knocks the wind out of them)

Whumpee squirming away trying to hide their injuries because they know whumper will target them

Waiting till whumper leaves to collapse so they don't look pathetic "...ohhhh fuck..."

Unable to stand due to weakness or an injury (like a broken leg) "do you not see this bone projecting from my skin sir?!"

Falling so hard their forehead hits the ground

Falling on hard/painful surfaces like cement or a table or construction tools

Falling on gross things like dirt, the bathroom floor. "Do we have to do this here?" (Bonus: it's on purpose)