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[whump-queen]

thinking about

Whumper slamming whumpee face-first into the floor. Their powerful hands pressing—grinding whumpee’s delicate cheekbone into the ground, twisting their arm behind their back and wrenching it up until whumpee cries out.

The chills when whumpee feels those hands running up their torso, whumper’s low voice in their ear, ordering them to “hold still, cmon now, don’t resist me pretty, or I’ll be forced to do some real damage.”

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee’s body was littered with countless scars and bruises, and they refused to tell any of their friends about it. Some injuries kept getting worse, and they had started to affect the whumpee, but they couldn’t bring themselves to speak up, too afraid to draw eyes on themselves again.

[justasnailman]

whump prompt: whumpee is tortured in whatever ways whumper sees fit until they finally pass out.

When they wake up whumper is cradling them and seems to have no memory of the torture. They never mention it. The whumper is very soft and gentle.

Whumpee, with no true way to tell if they're lying, and so desperate for genuine affection, they just assume it's a repeating nightmare.

[thewhumpiestofthemall]

Y'all's are gonna have to hear me out on this BUT

Defiant whumpee getting nightmares about what'd happen if they "broke"

Defiant lab rat getting nightmares about actively helping whumper with their research

Defiant weapon getting nightmares about tearing someone to shreds cause whumper asked them to

Defiant non human getting nightmares about being a docile sweet creature cause whumper told them to

[justasnailman]

a whumpee who refuses to speak, after being taught for so long, "speak when spoken to." And having their words used against them. The whumpees that, even after rescued refuse to talk. The silent ones.

[writinglittlepains]

Whumpee with restraints around their neck, wrists, and ankles. A chain, that can be tightened or loosened by Whumper, connects all three.

[slippedtheknot]

"I Didn't Mean to,"

Whumpee sobbed as their shaking fingers grabbed pieces of porcelain. Blood dripped onto the floor from the sharp edges.

Heavy boots were coming down the hall and Whumpee tried moving faster; no doubt that Whumper would be pissed that Whumpee broke his plate. Whumpee swallowed when the boots stopped in front of them.

"Uh oh, what happened, Whumpee?" Whumper's voice was an eerie type of calm.

Whumpee tried to still their breathing so that they would be slightly coherent: "I...I broke a plate. I promise that I didn't mean to though! It...it just slipped from my hands when I was putting dishes away and I tried to clean it up. Not to hide the fact that I dropped it just-"

"Hey hey, it's all okay." Whumper's hand rubbed the back of Whumpee's neck and they froze; waiting for Whumper to slam their head into the floor. "Can you look up for me, Whumpee?"

Whumpee tilted their head up and was met with minty green eyes. That's odd...as far as Whumpee knew Whumper had cold and distant blue eyes that would stare into their soul. As far as Whumpee knew, Caretaker had the minty green eyes.

Whumpee blinked again and looked into his eyes. The eyes definitely belonged to Caretakeer, but then, why were they in Whumper's kitchen?

"You aren't there anymore, Whumpee." Caretaker's hand moved to Whumpee's shoulder as he pulled them into a much-needed hug.

[heather-hurts]

I love ominous drains in the floor. It immediately tells you "you're going to be here for a while. And there's going to be a lot of blood" <3

[literarystarfish]

When Caretaker just kind of incorporates Whumpee into their life, and doesn’t treat them any different than they do with any of their other friends even though they know what they’ve gone through.

They don’t baby them. They don’t tiptoe around them. They just treat them like a person. Like any random person. Like any of their friends.

(Unless, of course, its something specific to accommodate an unavoidable trauma, but Caretaker has never made a big deal about “such little changes to make you feel more comfortable. If you don’t want me to touch you or crowd you, thats no big deal! I make sure I have vegetarian snacks when Other-Friend comes over. It’s basically the same thing!”)

Whumpee appreciates this more than they could ever express to Caretaker. And their nonchalance about it all just makes it so much easier. After years of not feeling like a real person, being treated like one just feels so…. normal. Nice. … Better than nice. Incredible.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump dialogue im obsessed with

“Breathe. Just breathe. In and out, like that.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“JUST SHUT UP”

“another word from you and you wont talk again.”

“I’ll make you regret this if it’s the last thing I do”

“Look at you. You’re not much of a hero now, are you?”

“Choose. Which can you live without? Your left leg or your right?”

“you look different.” / “Last time you saw me I had a buzzcut and zero scars.”

“It’s going to take more than that to break me.”

“Kneel.” and “Make them kneel.”

“Restrain them, for gods sake”

“I can’t see what all the fuss was about now that you’re all tied up. You don’t look threatening at all.”

“watch out, they’re a fighter.”

“My my my, aren’t you a vicious little thing.”

“Not so brave now, are you?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Hold still”

[f1shs-b0nes]

Injured and scared whumpee who has to be held down and blindfolded while receiving medical treatment, and after a while they stop thrashing around, quietly shivering instead..

When caretaker gently takes off their blindfold, the whumpee's eyes are still locked shut.

They try to comfort them, but whumpee just flinches at the touch.

[esidvince]

caretaker helping whumpee wash their hair and gently drying it afterwards

caretaker brushing whumpee’s silky strands, humming a comforting melody

caretaker giving whumpee a haircut after a long time in captivity

caretaker having to buzz-cut/shave whumpee’s head (because of how matted their hair is, or for a surgery)

caretaker running their hand through whumpee’s hair when they’re an anxious sobbing mess

caretaker braiding whumpee’s hair

caretaker brushing a strand of hair out of whumpee’s face, or tucking it behind their ear

caretaker cuddling whumpee close and falling in love with the smell of their shampoo

caretaker playing with whumpee’s hair mindlessly as they fall asleep

caretaker wearing a spare hairband on their wrist in case whumpee needs one

[literarystarfish]

Whumpees who flinch.

The ones who always expect the worst to befall them no matter what because that's all they've ever known for years. Even now that they've been rescued.

So when Caretaker makes a sudden move or when some loud noise sounds or something unexpected occurs, they flinch. They take steps back immediately.

Especially when they're nervous wrecks and they can't help but be constantly on edge.

A phone pinged for a text message? Flinching every time.

A loud noise in the kitchen? Cowering.

Someone lifts a hand to reach something up high? Eyes squeezed shut, ready for the blow to land.

Nervous, anxious, flinching whumpees.

[thriftyshark530]

"wait, don't hurt them please, please just hurt me instead" caretaker pleads, pulling against their restraints as they glance over to whumpee, before returning their gaze to whumper.

"Oh, darling..." Whumper growls as they hook a finger under caretakers chin, making caretaker look up at them.

"This is hurting you"

Caretaker can only scream and pull at their restraints as whumper's attention turns towards whumpee.

[literarystarfish]

When Whumpee misconstrued one of Caretaker’s questions/concerns/casual comments to be something they are sorry for/ should be apologetic about or that Caretaker meant for them to stop doing that thing or was being demeaning about it.

“You’re bleeding!” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t get it on anything!”

“Does your ankle hurt?” “I can still do the [thing Caretaker asked if they wouldn't mind doing]. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“You’re sniffling…. Are you crying?!” “I promise I won’t be loud! I just can’t stop! I’m sorry!”

“You’re breathing a bit loud. Is your rib hurting again? … WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR BREATH?!”

“Your room was a bit warm today. Is that how you like it? I sleep hot so I would end up sweating all night with my heater on that high.” (A few nights later) “C-Caretaker? Is.. is it alright if I t-take the blanket from the couch to m-my room t-tonight?” “Of course! How are you still cold when you're room is so hot? Are you feeling well?— WHY ARE ALL YOUR WINDOWS OPEN?! ITS WINTER!!”

“You sure are hungry! Looks like your appetite is coming back.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take too much. I won’t eat tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Your hair looks different!” “I know… I'm sorry. I didn't really like it in [old-Whumper’s-favorite-style] so I changed it. I’ll change it back though, 'cause I know it makes me more pleasing to look at. I’m sorry.”

"Why are there bandage wrappings in the garbage?" "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your supplies without asking! Its just that one of my stitches opened up and it wouldn't stop bleeding."

[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´▽`)

[withdrawingramen]

i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool

because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?

the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out

yk what im talking abt?