time heals most wounds

~trigger warning; main blog: angelic-cherri~ •| blurry/envy; he/they; 22 |•

[angelic-whump]

lrb i wrote that falling asleep last night im glad everyone likes it :3c

[rooksshinies]

give that character who is usually so stoic a fever. make them softly beg for contact. Make them whimper and sob and plead for someone, anyone to stay. Stay with them— they don’t… Everything feels weird, and it’s safer with you, please—

[angelic-whump]

"Just-- stop leaving, dammit. Stop walking away. St... (sigh.)"

"What else?"

A solemn shake of the head, "Nothing."

"What is it, whumpee?"

"I said forget it."

"I'm sorry I had to keep leaving. I was trying to get you blankets and tea so you'd be more comfortable."

"I don't need all that shit, I need..." Another sputtering sigh.

"Actually," Caretaker looks in the general direction of the kitchen, as if listening for something. "The tea might be ready."

"God damn it, caretaker."

"Huh?"

Tears brim in whumpees jaded eyes, a quiver present in their usual stern voice. "Quit fucking with me and stay. I don't beg. I don't ask for shit." Their voice, their whole demeanor breaks. "I don't want to be alone. Not for one second."

"Oh..." Caretakers face goes pink. "I'll stay, but um... I should really turn off the stove.*

Whumpee covers their worn face, biting back a barrage of desperate pleading. Being bedridden, they had all the time in the world to contemplate and remember everything that happened to them. That led them here, with caretaker. They couldn't bear another lonely, introspective second of this.

"I'll be right back, whumpee," caretaker says, standing. "The kitchens just around the corner."

Whumpee sighs, barely composed, ready to burst into sobs as soon as caretaker leaves their sight. "Don't get lost."

[whumpshaped]

you've heard about whumpee for whom cigarette smoke is a trigger get ready for whumpee for whom cigarette smoke is a comfort. caretaker smokes. and caretaker is the nicest person they know.

[laizerpointer]

Whumper notices Whumpee getting less and less fun to play with... so, they decide to get them a Whumpee of their own!

Does Whumpee abuse them? Take out all their pent-up rage towards Whumper out on them? Scream, "I hate you!" through bitter tears, pretending this poor soul was really the one who did everything?

Does Whumpee protect them? Hold them close, glare at Whumper, and tell them, "I'll keep you safe,"? See them as something that could give them a sense of control, a pillar of normalcy?

Does Whumpee need them? Cling to them like a scared animal, and whimper, "Y-You don't know what they've done to me," when the new Whumpee nervously asks them what's wrong?

Does Whumper use this relationship to their advantage? Do they hurt the new Whumpee in front of the old, to revel in their reaction? The broken laughter, or pure anger, or strained relief? Or even kill them? To see the final glint of hope fizzle from Whumpee's eyes as they realize they are really, truly alone?

[angelic-whump]

whumpee gets kidnapped.

they assume its some guys who already had a history of stalking whumpee. they got in some relationship drama a while back, things were said, and whumpee had been harassed and threatened by the friends of the person they dated.

time passed of course and the harassment all died down with only a bit of paranoia on whumpees part. until they find themselves in a classic kidnapping situation, fighting some masked dudes in the dark of night. they lose the fight and end up bound in the trunk of a car.

lying in the trunk they think, "these assholes have nothing better to do?"

theyre taken to some cabin in the middle of the appalachian woods. shaking, they try to bargain for their safety. "[stalker1]? [stalker2]? i know its you guys. can we just move on? c-come on, you dont actually want to do this. the motive is obvious-- everyone will know its you if i disappear. people are gonna come looking for me. look-- yall have no right to trust me, but i promise if you let me go i wont tell a soul. guys? come on..."

they look on with their blank, masked expressions. one slowly reaches up, and lifts the mask. whumpees heart plummets, their blood running ice cold as they realize, they have no idea who that is. they know it hits everyone in the room at the same time; if everyone will be looking for whumpee, then everyone will waste their resources looking in the wrong place.

[for-the-ouchies]

Two whumpees cuddling sleepily together, attempts at getting out forgotten in favour of seeking comfort from the other.

Well, only one of them is really cuddling. The other one is already dead.

[bebs-art-gallery]

Misery (1886)

— by Cristóbal Rojas Poleo

[sickficbay]

when a character is so badly hurt/sick that their demeanour switches up entirely

chatty characters pale-faced and silent

quiet and reserved characters rambling deliriously

character who always resorts to humour clearly trying to think of a quip but coming up empty

no-nonsense character so loopy that they can’t stop giggling

a stoic character’s hands trembling in panic

an easily frightened character so far out of it that they aren’t aware of what’s happening to them, much less afraid

intelligent characters who can’t think straight

protective (self-sacrificial) characters letting someone else take the fall for them because they’re too weak to object

patient characters snapping at whoever comes near

affectionate character who wants to be alone

lone wolf who begs you to stay a minute longer.

[whumperflies-addict]

Whumpee who can't sleep not because of insomnia or things like nightmares but because they think they don't deserve peace, rest and comfort. They'd so desperstely wish that they could sleep off all of their problems but then best themselves up over how selfish it was to have thoughts like that because leaving your responsibilities meant burdening it with other people and they would rather die from those responsibilities than let someone else shoulder them.

[whumpkink]

like my dove dead, seasoned and deed fried then drenched in spicy sauce.

[shatteredsundew]

As an enjoyer of whump, I can say that one of my favorite tropes isn’t discussed enough—child/teen!whumpees

A parent!caretaker finally finding their child!whumpee after months of searching, only to find them scarred in more ways than one.

Whumpers making sure that each wound they inflict on their whumpee is deeper and more painful than the last, since “children always bounce back eventually”.

Teenage!whumpees trying to put up a fight against their whumper. Yet, no matter how much bravado, false confidence, or adrenaline they have, they’re ultimately just a scared kid attempting to overpower a grown adult.

Or, consider a teen!whumpee being discovered after growing up with whumper, only to be so emaciated and stunted in their growth, no one can believe they’re actually a teenager.

And we can always consider the continuation of abuse—with child!whumpees being raised to perpetuate the cycle of abuse, assisting their whumper with the abuse of other victims to save themselves. After all, any of the others would do the same to them, surely?

But yeah, child/teen victims will always have my heart <3

[whumping-valentine]

Daily Drabble #41

The world is a capitalist hellscape, and it felt like no one else even realized it, nor cared. Whumpee worked tirelessly everyday just to barely be able to afford to live in the shittiest place imaginable, all while a select number of people basically owned them like slaves. There were no sick days, there was no rest, and to top it all off they had to smile through the pain and pretend like everything is fine, just to show customers that you love it here. Customers who most likely do the same thing at their jobs.

Are you not happy?

[angelic-whump]

one of whumpers goons rescue whumpee, dragging his exhausted self all over god and creation... right back to whumper's feet. kicking, screaming, fighting as soon as they realize their deception. all rules and obedience previously beaten into them dissolved by panic.

it was all an attempt for whumpers goon to gain more favor with whumper, a higher standing in a hierarchy of grunts. for bringing the "escaped whumpee" back, they'll be rewarded kindly<3

does goon come to regret their decision, after having bonded with whumpee in their pretend rescue? does whumper ever find out it was all a lie?

[smthnsmthn-whumpblog]

the trope of forcefully tattooing/cutting so as to scar your whumpee but make it criminal whump.

have your whumpee be falsely accused of being a snitch, whether through a misunderstanding or deliberate and malicious intent, and then mark them as such forever. there’s a couple way to do this:

1) tattooing. personally i love russian prison tattoos bc im unoriginal, so here are some of those: dots on the forehead = “bitch” (someone who sided with the authorities), a bow tie on the neck = a pickpocket who broke the thieves code & sided with the authorities, goat = informer (animal without honour), “I am a bitch” = pretty self explanatory, same goes for “informer-snitch” and “enemy of the people.” a lot of these forced tattoos involve sexual imagery to humiliate the wearer and were often tattooed onto obvious parts of the body like the face and hands. also if you’re into nsfwhump there is so much potential for it with this stuff

2) telephone wire. more specific this time, a telephone wire is the name of a scar that runs from your ear to the corner of your mouth and it means you’re a snitch. these were used in british prisons (they didn’t mark other prisoners as much but they did/still do some crazy punishments which i might talk about some other time)

anyway just consider that aftermath of these. with a normal whumpee, when they get marked for life, it mainly serves as a reminder of what happened. it’s intended for whumpee. with criminal marks, however, they are not for whumpee; they’re for other criminals. they’re basically coded signs that say “hey this person sucks” and the thing about criminals is that they’re often fairly violent. if you give your whumpee a telephone wire, they’re gonna be subjected to beatings and punishments for quite possibly the rest of their life.

bc it’s not like it’s gonna be easy for them to avoid criminals if they themselves are a criminal. supposedly they could go straight, but that’s already really difficult for ex cons, let alone ex cons with a prison mark readily visible. so they won’t be able to find employment and if they do crime then they seriously risk running into other criminals and getting the shit beaten out of them. theyll be trapped.

also, for russian prison tattoos: very high risk of infection and disease. they often made the ink out of ashes from the burnt up heel of a shoe mixed with piss. so yeah shits probably gonna be nasty. also also they can be removed, but that in and of itself is a very painful process. you can just cut off the tattooed skin (love a bit of flaying) or you can bandage magnesium powder from filed down lawnmower casing onto the tattoo, which will dissolve the skin with caustic burns. ouch.

the moral of the story is prison whump continues to knock it out the park

[sufrimientilia]

whumpy jail thoughts…

obvious cw

Whumpee in jail for a long stint and playing it cool, everything breezy. like this is exactly where they belong

Whumpee framed for a crime or unjustly imprisoned. Caretaker fighting relentlessly to get them out

Forced confessions that are obviously forced. bruises and hollow features, glazed eyes and mechanical words

Whumpee and Caretaker sitting together in a cubicle, separated by glass, voices cracked and hollow between old hand phones

Whumpee fiddling with the metal cord, nervous or embarrassed or traumatized, so shell-shocked by their situation

Whumpee taken off protective custody when they should definitely be on it

“Are you sure everything is okay?” everything is very obviously not okay

new bruises or injuries every time Caretaker visits

After legal efforts Caretaker finally gets visitation. Whumpee getting wheeled in, so beaten by guards and inmates alike they can’t even stand

Whumpee so mercilessly fucked up they can’t even track the conversation, and the guards hold Whumpee’s head up and act like everything is normal as Caretaker cries and pleads behind the glass

Caretaker advocating in vain to do something about Whumpee’s condition. the guards never care

“Prisoner is in infirmary. No visitation.”

“Prisoner denies visitation.” Caretaker never knows if it’s what Whumpee wants or just what the guards say

Caretaker increasingly desperate to see Whumpee. Coming to visit day after day or yelling at the visitation clerk and finally getting kicked out

Whumpee looking so small and frail, hunched over and handcuffed to a silver metal table

Whumpee nothing like their former self, washed out in bright orange or dull beige colors

Whumpee still so intimidating and dangerous shacked from wrists to ankles. Always flanked by guards with rifles, tension so heavy with the very real paranoia he’ll just snap

bruises and abrasions and flakes of red caked around wrists, purple and jagged and ugly

Whumpee in solitude. Alone day after day, stuck with their own thoughts and forced to sit in silence, talk to the walls, stare at nothing but grey and grey and grey. Hearing voices and arguing with themself and spiraling with every thought they didn’t want to confront

Whumpee pacing back and forth until every inch of the cell is memorized and written into their core

Whumpee stuck with a cellmate so vicious, so abrasive, so overwhelming. Not a single moment to himself without violence or discomfort

Guards who are dirty, crooked, corrupt. turning the cameras every time batons are raised or ignoring the violent rackets in the yard and the screams between prison bars late at night

Inmates who run the place, beating Whumpee to make a point, establishing their place as top dog through force and blood and fear

Prison fights, so dirty and rabid. rusty shivs, getting outnumbered, guards who either take too long or tase and beat everyone into submission

Whumpees who can barely eat, barely sleep. Never given the option or just so damn wired up and on edge all the time with damn good reason

Whumpee is always looking forwards to visitation day. anything is a threat to take it away

Forced to be a snitch. threatened by fellow inmates, threatened by the guards, absolutely no one Whumpee can trust

Conversations with Caretaker are heavily monitored. words always loaded and coded, unable to touch and barely able to talk

Visiting Whumpee in the infirmary. Wrists cuffed to the bed, not enough pain relief, obviously neglected

Whumpee shackled to the bed and no one bothering to feed them, food sitting just out of reach

Caretaker promising to get them out of here. Whumpee knows they can't do anything

Whumpee is forced to adapt, be a part of the system. prison only makes them worse and they become even more violent than before

prison riots that put the place on lockdown. Caretaker denied visitation, not being told if Whumpee was involved or is okay

Whumpee getting addicted to whatever drugs get smuggled in. getting forced into doing them or just desperate for an escape or actual pain relief

Caretaker only being able to witness Whumpee's decline in brief increments days or weeks apart. like snapshot after snapshot of worsening abuse they can do nothing about

Whumpees finally getting out and given the same folded clothes they wore when they first got to this place. none of it fits right anymore

[angelic-whump]

whumpee escaping from captivity on a horse... the core strength, the pain in every galloping step. gritting their teeth and growling and crying out in pain...

several hours later, and theyre near collapsed on the back of their horse, a slow moving pace, still wheezing and whining in pain <33333

[wisteria-whump]

ok ok imagine whumper is just done with whumpee. for whatever reason, they just dont want them anymore. but rather than giving them the easy way out by killing them, whumper takes whumpee to a remote location and just leaves them there.

its so far from any civilization that their chances of finding help are already slim, but combining that with how weak they are makes it virtually impossible for whumpee to find help.

there are a few ways this could go with a whumpee who DOES try to find help:

1. whumpee is determined to take this opportunity, no matter how terrible it is, but they die quickly in the wilderness, their second chance over before it really ever started.

2. whumpee spends a long time in the wilderness trying to find civilization. they hunt for food, brave the elements, try to avoid being mauled by animals (whether they fail at this or not is up to you), etc. theyre determined to find help but their time in the wilderness is so painful and exhausting that they almost give up.

-> 2a. whumpee's resilience pays off and theyre eventually rescued.

-> 2b. after everything whumpee endured both under whumper and in the wilderness, they eventually die.

3. OR, if you wanna be extra nice, whumpee, by some stroke of insane luck, is rescued relatively quickly.

but then of course there's the possibility that whumpee is found by someone who goes on to become their new whumper....,,,, if you wanted to be extra super duper cruel

and then there's ALSO the possibility that whumpee is already so broken down upon being left there by whumper that they don't even try to survive.