qualified crüe shitposter || still spnblogging in 2k23 || casual fallout enjoyer || what color is the green wall? || writing blog || art blog | telegram || twitch
Pull at their hair. Even better if they are bruised up and standing up hurts. "ah, wait, no, ah!" as you pull them up and drag them along without mercy. To ease the pain at their scalp they have to push themselves to comply and feel the pain in their legs/back/chest/wherever.
Grab their upper arm, hard enough to bruise, and roughly guide them wherever you want them to go.
When whumpee is hiding under a bed or laying on the ground, grab them by their ankles and pull them away. They will desperately try to grasp at anything with their hands, but it's no use.
History whump. Tie their hands together and tie the end of the rope to the back of your cart. Comfortably ride your horse as whumpee is forced to walk along in the sun. Don't give them water. Let them almost collapse from exhaustion. If they fall and trip the cart will pull them along and their wrists will be bleeding.
Wrestle them down, tie their hands behind their back, blindfold them, and force them to walk with you, tripping and disoriented. Maybe you can let them fall on their face a time or two.
Forcefully carry them with you between two people. Let them struggle and fight, but it's no use. They are not strong enough.
Threaten them with a gun. Make them come "willingly". Make sure they know that if they don't do what you tell them, they are dead. Whumpee complies with slow and careful movements, not wanting to, but also knowing they have no choice.
Throw them tied up in the back of your truck. They try so hard not to hyperventilate, but the claustrophobia is making them panic. Every turn and bump is throwing them around. It is dark and hot. They try to follow the road, but quickly become completely disoriented.
Put a shock collar around them and zap them if they don't do what you say.
Once you have sufficiently broken whumpee, you don't have to force them anymore. A simple tilt with your head or squeeze of their hand will make them comply. Eyes down, defeated, pathetic. Make whumpee follow you in public, just to prove to both of you that you are completely in control of them.
living weapon whumpee, dehumanized and raised to see themselves as a tool to be used (for violence)- cold, stoic and stonefaced tanks any and all violent atrocities done to/by them, its their purpose after all. they've been at it for years now, maybe even longer than most in their profession even lasts. trained to not crack under torture or the likes- but no one trained them to endure sexual violence/torture. why would they? no one would *want* a a weapon, a *tool* like that- and in all these years, no one ever did. this is not what they were made for.
in short. whumpee being used to dehumanization and being objectified in one way is forced to face the same but in a completely different context for the first time and it fucks their whole shit up
(my mind went a PLACE with this so just. go with me on this journey.)
“you should have fucking trained me.”
whumpee’s voice is loud and angry as they bang in through the door, so angry in fact that at first caretaker doesn’t recognize it’s their voice at all. anger is so rare to hear from them since caretaker and their team rescued them. most of the time they sound flat, or sometimes scared. (sometimes, rarely, though more often as time goes on, they sound happy.) honestly, anger would be a good thing to hear from them. it might mean they were starting to see themself as someone worthy of being angry.
except for the way that whumpee looks right now, which means nothing about this is good at all. there’s a bruise swelling fresh at the corner of their mouth and their eyes are red like they’ve been crying, the way they look after particularly bad night terrors. worst of all is their clothes.
whumpee is still such a neat freak. and their clothes are a rumpled mess.
apprehension rises thick and high in caretaker’s throat. “what happened? why are you- what are you talking about?”
“you didn’t train me, and you said i was done being used, you all said. but teammate whumper just used me, and i wasn’t ready. i wasn’t- if you had told me and you had trained me then i would have- i could have been better. i could have taken it better.”
that apprehension quickly turns to fear and horror. “used you? that’s not- no. you’re not here to be used. i promise.”
“not like old whumper wanted to use me, no, you wanted me for something else. teammate whumper was just the first to actually do it. the first to- to fuck me like that.” betrayal flashes in whumpee’s wide eyes, eyes that are too bright. glassy with unshed tears. they’re shaking a little, breathing hard and fast. “and you didn’t even train me first.”
I really can and will blame the 9-5 for everything. "We're in a loneliness epidemic" well, we have to spend a third of our day interacting with people in a professional way that makes forming real friendships difficult and then we're peopled out by the time we're done. "People are eating more and more unhealthily" people have to spend more than a third of their day doing work related tasks and they don't want to spend their tiny amount of free time making food. "People aren't involved in their local communities" after spending more than a third of their day doing work related things people are tired and also all those community events take place during normal working hours. "People need to get more hobbies" after spending more than a third of their day working, people are TIRED and don't want to do anything that takes yet more energy. "Literacy is dying" to maintain your critical thinking skills you need to read/watch things that make you think and after spending more than a third of your day doing work related stuff you are TIRED and don't want to expend even more brainnpower. "People need to get outside more" People. Are. TIRED. Because they have to spend all of their time working or preparing for work or recovering from work or doing all the chores they couldn't stay on top of because of work. I can blame fucking anything on having to work, it is truly the root of all fucking evil.
"get up." a light nudge followed by a kick to their abdomen. "get up."
whumpee shakes their head. curls up tighter into themself. what's the point, if all that awaits them is more endless agony anyways?
a low cry of despair slips past their lips as whumper grabs their hair and pulls them up. "I said," two heavy slaps followed by a warning squeeze to the back of their throat. "get the fuck up."
whumpee trembles, trembles, trembles. tasting blood, feeling it dribble past their chin. it won't stop. what's the point?
Slammed into the coffee table by the arm twisted around their back and whumpee chuckles, eyes looking toward whumper, though they can’t quite see them. Whumper pins their other hand to the table by the wrist.
“I upset you that bad, huh—ach!” they break off as whumper twists harder, and whumpee’s body reflexively twists away in panic and pain, but whumper stops them with a knee to their side and pushes even harder.
“Wait wait wait I’m not struggling, I’m not strugglING FUCK YOU,” whumpee gasps harshly as the pressure increases. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Fuck! I’m sorry, please…”
The pressure lets up just a little.
Whumpee grimaces, freezing in place, hoping they’ll release them. Whumper removes his knee from their side, and whumpee forces themselves to stay in the same position, panting with little vocal breaths that begin to come in shudders.
“Begging, are we?” Whumper grins.
Whumpee groans and stomps the back of their foot into the carpet under their legs angrily.
“Still throwing a fit?” The pressure increases and whumpee whines, unconsciously shifting away before they stop themselves and force themselves to shift back.
“Ple-hease,” they let out a single sob by accident.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” A tear drips down over whumpee’s nose.
“Yes you do.” The pressure increases, whumpee struggles, the knee comes back, the twist gets harder until something pops and whumpee screams.
“I want you to stop! Please stop!” The cries sizzle through their teeth as more tears flow now.
“Shut up.” Whumper releases them a little, listening to them cry, voice breaking in sobs, gasps hitching in their shoulders. “Not like that.”
“I-I’m sorry sir, I broke the rules, I talked back, I-I—um, I’m just sorry! Okay?” Whumpee bites back another “fuck you” and adds, “I’m begging—I’m begging you to let me go!”
Their head is lifting off the glass table and whumper lets go of their wrist to slam it down by the temple.
Whumpee’s free hand clenches but they don’t move.
“I want you to remember this,” whumper says.
Whumpee wants to scream curses at them.
“Yes sir,” they say through a broken voice. Every second is agony.
“When I touch your wrist, that’s a reminder. Don’t waste my time with your bullshit again.”
Oh, so you get to curse, but I have to be little miss prissy over here.
But whumpee just cries.
“Good.” Whumper says. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Whumpee nods against the palm on their temple. In case that isn’t enough, they add,
“Yes, it does…”
Slowly their wrist is being released. Thank God for that. Thank God it’s slow because fucking shit, it hurts even more now. Like the injuries are just registering. Whumpee gasps and bites their lip so they don’t scream again. They don’t want to piss off whumper any more than they have. Whumper finally releases them, stepping back, and whumpee grinds their teeth at what they’re about to do, without even being told.
They get their knees under them, lean onto them, and shuffle around to face whumper, bowing and cradling their wrist.
“What do we say?” Whumper asks.
Good, he liked that. Fuck him.
Whumpee shudders, trying not to even growl in anger. Everything they feel, everything, has to be shut down or whumper will hurt them even worse.
“Th—” whumpee gasps for another breath, steeling their will. “Thank you.”
i love declining birth rates 🥰 "what a horrible problem! society will collapse!" oopsie it looks like you're gonna have to make having children worth it 😊 teehee you're gonna have to improve society in order to fix this problem, or it will all collapse. oh noooooo. how horrible. :3c
A yummy trope you barely see: military whump as the only female there. Kinda IHNMAIMS vibe.
OH that's juicy
whumpy angles:
I always find this type of isolation in whump to be TERRIFYING in a way that's different like single captive with a single captor. Being surrounded by people but they're all actively trying to hurt you or are just indifferent?? Horrifying (positive)
Knowing her mission is to be going after the enemy but feeling like prey among her own side
Whumpee constantly overworking herself in an attempt to prove herself to the others. Having to hide her state of near-collapse except for the rare moments that she gets to be truly alone
Never being able to let her guard down. Ever. Not in the field when the enemy could spring at any moment, but also not even on base or during down times because she still feels like she's in danger
Suffering sexual violence and feeling like it's utterly pointless to report it, or even that she could face retribution
Being around teammates making misogynistic jokes/comments and having to weigh if it's worth it to say anything or just keep the peace
Thinking that one of her fellow soldiers is different and confiding in/trusting him. He's not different.
Honestly I just love misogyny depicted in whump. How scary and dystopian and harmful it can be and how resilient women can be in the face of it....it's kinda everything 💕
Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…
Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.
Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.
kianamaiart
germansingergirl
gracieabrams
stormborns
andulkaphoto
2087
dailybridgerton
ellievsbear
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
baratheonpilled
