he's pretty...i want to see him emotionally broken

A Whump blog. Content warning: Might have N/S/F/W text, will have triggering stuff you'd expect.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

An About Page (I probably should make one, yeah?)

Hey! I'm new to actually writing, but I've been lurking in Whumplr for years. I'll keep this short.

(she/her), call me whatever you wish. I'm an adult.

This blog may contain suggestive or explicit text. This blog will NOT contain explicit imagery, nor images from IRL people (scenes from live action shows, ect).

Types of Whump I'm interested in (and thus what you'll find content of here): drugged whumpees, villain whumpee, mind control whump, defiant whumpee

Anything's fair game, but those are just the tags I see myself reblogging often.

If you take inspiration from anything I write, cool! Absolutely feel welcomed to tag me, I'd love to see it.

Feel free to send asks, but be warned that I'm really slow to respond (I'm a slow writer, I shan't deny it). So don't be surprised if it takes a hot minute to get a response!

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[seth-whumps]

brainwashing tropes are fantastic and I love a deep POV whumpee fighting against their own mind but I just had a vision of the team, weapons raised against a feral opponent wearing the face of their friend, turning towards caretaker/leader/whoever knows them best. "you're the only one they'll listen to. Tell them to stand down."

caretakers with hoarse, pleading voices, hands raised in surrender. "it's me, you know me! why are we fighting? you don't want to hurt us!"

leaders who hate their authority, commanding a firm, no-nonsense tone. "weapons down, Whumpee. that's an order."

brawn characters, arms outstretched, speaking plainly. "come on. y'know i don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to."

the rest of the team waits with bated breath. if this doesn't work, blood will be spilled. their last hope of getting Whumpee back relies on one character's words. that tense, pleading standoff, conflict in their eyes.

does it work? or does it take a fight to wake their friend from the nightmare?

[slippedtheknot]

"Get. Up."

TW: implied potential death/starvation

Caretaker had been working with Whumper for just over five years; he knew how things operated and how he handled nuisances like Whumpee. So when Whumper asked Caretaker to transfer Whumpee, it really wasn't a big deal. They both knew where Whumpee was going.

And that's how Caretaker ended up with Whumpee on a chain as they trekked through the forest.

"Whumper couldn't have had you drive me there?" Whumpee huffed from behind.

"Why? Do you honestly think that you deserve a rest?" Caretaker didn't bother to look behind him as it had been going like this for quite some time.

"After all the shit Whumper has put me through, yeah, I do."

"'All the shit,' do you mean putting a roof over your head and making sure you were fed?"

"You think he fed me?"

Caretaker didn't bother answering Whumpee. He knew that Whumper would occasionally starve him, but in all honesty, it was hard to see Whumpee as anything more than some annoying prick.

"Can we at least stop?" The breathless question landed on deaf ears as Caretaker yanked on the chain in his hand.

"No."

Caretaker tried to walk forward but felt the chain snag back. When he turned, Whumpee was on the ground with the leaves.

"Get up, Whumpee. I want to get home before it's dark." Caretaker gave another hard yank on the chain, which just pulled on Whumpee's arms. "Get. Up. Unlike you, I actually have a place to go back to, okay?"

Whumpee didn't respond, not with his usual snark.

Caretaker waited for a second before approaching Whumpee, taking notice of how bruises had started to form on his arms from the chain.

"Whumpee." Caretaker shook his body, and Whumpee's eyes opened just a sliver.

"Oookay...okay." Caretaker dropped the chain as he reached for his phone to call Whumper. "Hey, Whumper?"

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Whumpee is down in the forest right now...I don't know what's wrong with him. I promise I didn't do anything, he just-"

"Oh no Caretaker it's fine, I know."

"You know?"

"Yes...Whumpee got a bad wound this morning that why I needed to get rid of him. A toy is no fun while he's healing."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing. If he refuses to stand, simply drag him. It'll make no difference; he'll be dead in a few hours."

Caretaker's heart dropped as he watched Whumpee turn his head into the dirt to conceal his tears.

"Okay. I'll make sure he gets there." Caretaker hung up the phone and put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder. "Listen, please get up. I really, really don't want to drag you."

A shaky breath left Whumpee, but he also gave no indication of standing up.

"Whumpee, please. Don't you want this to be over soon?"

At that, Whumpee turned his head to look up at Caretaker. His dirt-stained cheeks had tear tracks that went over his hollow cheek bones.

Caretaker left out a long sigh before lifting Whumpee in his arms and going back to the employee parking area.

"Where are you taking me?" Whumpee mumbled under Caretaker's chin

"I'm going to help you."

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker picking an injured Whumpee up off the floor and pulling them into their lap, back against their chest.

Whumpee being semiconscious, only able to manage a groan as their head falls back against Caretaker’s shoulder.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Can't stop thinking about unconscious whumpee waking up in the middle of being cared for.

The initial realization from carer (or carers) that whumpee is gaining consciousness. "They're coming around" (maybe said with relief, or with quietly uttered curses because whumpee being awake will only make things more complicated at this moment) and "Hey, Whumpee, you with me?" and "You're safe, I've got you."

Whumpee coming to, confused and hurting, while carer struggles to keep them calm so they don't injure themself further. Maybe whumpee is too out of it to remember anything after the fact, but their screams, the pleas and begging, are something carer won't soon forget. Or maybe whumpee remembers every second of it, and afterwards has to face carer knowing that carer has seen them at their most vulnerable.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

sci-fi corporal punishment: stasis

- victim is given cuffs or a collar that effectively freezes them in place. They still feel the passage of time, and will still feel anything that happens to them

- victim is then placed in a public location (city square, atrium in a shopping area, central office, etc) and left in the hands of passersby

- their crimes are holographically projected from the cuffs/collar to alert everyone of the severity. Despite this, even petty crimes are often met with great force from passing strangers

- it is legal to shield victims. Kind strangers or loved ones may stand sentry around them, but must be wary of using force, lest they end up in the same position

- sentences cap out at 48 hours, but multiple sentences may be consecutively served with a day's break in between

- more severe offenses sometimes see the victim stasified in an isolated location, which is then broadcast to the public. This is meant to encourage anyone who was hurt by the victim to seek retribution away from the public eye, but it often leads to more extreme injuries on the victim, dealt by strangers who no longer fear the shame of a crowd

- anonymous mercenary groups can be hired to protect a victim---or hurt them

- the victim's eyes are always closed before stasis. This is to preserve their sight and reduce damage. It also means they never see what's coming.

[dying-crying-pining]

that completely limp sprawl a character does, head tipped back or over someone’s arm, limbs out at odd angles. when they’re sick and finally pass out. when they couldn’t take another step and just stayed where they fell, gone to the world. when they’re knocked out. the vulnerability of that deep, deep lights out moment where they’re just 100% dead weight.

[whump-galaxy]

“We’re going home?”

“We’re… yeah, we’re going home. Soon. Just get some sleep.”

[whumpcreations]

I just felt so inspired by this, so here we are:

Whumpee was dying, Caretaker knew. They knew enough about the human body to realise that Whumpee had no chance of surviving. Their blood covered the floor around them, and the wound on Whumpee's upper leg was still bleeding heavily, despite Caretaker doing everything to stop it. Caretaker was just prolonging Whumpees' suffering.

"I love you," Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee was halve zoned out alright, but their eyes focused back on Caretaker as they spoke.

"Love you too." They slurred the words together. "Are we going home now?"

Caretaker took a deep breath, tears running down their face. "Yeah. We're going home, Whumpee. Soon. Jut get some sleep before we do."

Whumpee nodded. Their lips turned into a small smile before mumbling: "I'm so tired."

"I know. Rest. I'll watch over you." Caretaker took one bloody hand away from Whumpee's wound to stroke their hair.

When Whumpee closed their eyes, Caretaker knew they wouldn't open them again. So they took a deep breath, tried to swallow around the lump in their throat and lifted their other hand, stopping the pressure on Whumpee's wound entirely.

And Caretaker lay down beside Whumpee as the pool of blood grew around them.

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about post-rescue baths again.

The caretaker sitting beside the tub, hand drifting through the water to stir around the warmth. They coax the whumpee to get into the water while it’s warm.

But the whumpee sits on the other side of the bathroom, towel wrapped firmly around themselves. It’s not like the caretakers hasn’t seen them undressed before. It’s not like they haven’t seen their wounds before.

But the whumpee just can’t. They can’t let anyone see what’s become of them. They don’t want to.

The caretaker is persistent, but gentle. Saying they can add bubbles and bring more towels for the whumpee to cover themselves in the water. They’ll cover their eyes while the whumpee gets in the tub.

The whumpee agrees, but that’s still not what they fear. They lower themselves into the bubbly water and let their caretaker scrub through their hair. It feels nice, they must admit, but some part of them wants it to be over. Wants to be back in clothes and far away from people. Even caretaker.

The bath continues, and the caretaker uses a rag to clean the whumpee’s skin. They pretend not to feel the bumps of scars through the fabric. They go slow when the whumpee grows tense. Blood and dirt color the water.

By the time the bath is over, the whumpee is shaking. The water has cooled, but not that cold. The caretaker wonders if they’ve done more harm than good, pushing the whumpee into this.

They set the whumpee’s fresh clothes and towels aside, and leave to let the whumpee get dressed.

[mj-iza-writer]

I love scenes like this so much

[whumpdoyoumean]

Tender, intimate actions that are common between two characters, but happening in an angsty, whumpy context. Touching their lover's neck--not with lips and tongue, but with trembling, blood-slicked fingers as they anxiously count heartbeats. Running their thumb over their partner's--not gently as a quiet signal of affection but with urgency, trying to keep whumpee alert and focused on them. Skimming hands over the body with which they're so familiar, heart pounding not with desire but with panic as they try to find the source of the bleeding.

[snooziewhump]

My absolute FAVORITE thing in the world is a whumpee who is desperately trying to stay awake while losing consciousness. In their head they’re begging themselves to stay awake as they succumb to what ever is knocking them out.

Or if the people around whumpee are begging them to stay awake. Shaking them, shouting their name. Only for whumpee to catch half of their words as they slip away.

But if both of these scenarios are combined…chefs kiss 😚

I’m actually starving for this please give more of it to me now

[questions-about-blorbos]

Which type of restraints would you like to see used on your Blorbo?

Chain / shackles

Straightjacket

Ropes

Drugs / paralyzing agents / paralytic drugs

A pair of handcuffs

Mind-control / hypnosis

Magic / force-field / curse

Verbal threats / blackmailing

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[owned-bliss]

"You can trust me, I have your best your interests at heart, so you will trust me..." said to a kneeling hypnotised thrall, as you watch the remaining resistance in their eyes fade away.

[v-dah]

mind control that curls up comfortably at the base of one's neck, a heavy pleasant weight like keys in one's pocket -- you'd be utterly lost without it. if it weren't there, you simply wouldn't know what to do with yourself. the controller's presence is welcomed, needed. you've always felt this way right? how did you ever survive without it?

[whump-galaxy]

Something about a whumpee with regenerative powers. No one really takes it seriously when they get injured cause it really will just grow back. Even the whumpee is a bit blasé about their wounds.

But when the team completely ignores them in favor of another teammate’s injuries, not even stopping to give the whumpee pain medicine…

That’s a pain their body can’t fix.

[whumpster-dumpster]

When Whumpee's messaging someone for help and the receiver gets to see their condition worsen in real time because each new message is more and more incoherent and unreadable than the last 👀👀👀

[whumporama]

Caretaker who needs to strap Whumpee down because the medical treatment they're about to give them will hurt.

Maybe Whumpee is unconscious, and Caretaker can put on the straps without any resistance. But they know that once they start, Whumpee will fight to get out.

Maybe Whumpee is half out of it, and doesn't understand what's happening. They just know they're in pain, and they're being restrained, and that that's bad. So they weakly plead for mercy, while Caretaker keeps going.

Maybe Whumpee is conscious and knows what needs to happen, and knows they won't be able to control themselves once the pain starts. So they even help Caretaker restrain them, or just tell them "It's okay" as Caretaker reluctantly works.