Robin (They/He) • 23 Blog dedicated solely for whump prompts. "I may be on the side of the angels but don't think for one second that I am one of them."
whumper who has the power to control and enter dreams. they rape whumpee every night, but theres no evidence of it. the marks, the physical pain don't carry over when they wake up. whumpee looks in the mirror every morning, feeling the ghosting of hands around their neck with not a bruise on them. wishing there was SOME kind of physical proof of their suffering and then feeling disgusted with themself for even thinking that.
whumpee knows that people are noticing. how could they not? whumpee is exhausted and it’s getting worse. they dread going to sleep at night, and they avoid it as much as they can. they know that every night is going to bring a new violation, a new round of horrifying, painful abuse. even when they do sleep, they don’t get any rest. they’re getting irritable, jumpy, they’re fraying to the point that they don’t know how much longer they can keep going before they’re going to break.
and every day they look at their friends, the people around them, and they want so badly to say something. they want to tell someone what’s being done to them, but the thought of what they would actually say makes them choke on shame and fear. what would they say? nothing is even happening, nothing real. how are they supposed to whine and cry about abuse that doesn’t exist? they can feel hands on them but their body was never touched. every night they’re raped, brutally and violently, and every morning they wake up to phantom pain in a body without a mark on it.
if there was something they could point to, something that they could do to show what was happening was real, maybe it would be different. but even the thought of wanting that makes them feel sick. maybe they’re dreaming. maybe it isn’t whumper at all, and they want to be raped. (maybe their friends will all know that immediately, as soon as they try to explain.)
I like this idea especially if Whumper is part of the friend group and acts COMPLETELY different in the real world. They’re a sweetheart, could do no wrong, no one would ever suspect them to hurt a fly, let alone abuse somebody.
The switch completely flips in the dreams, though, and Whumper acts like a fully different person. This makes it even harder for Whumpee to even convince themselves that it’s real, because how could someone like Whumper really be like that? Maybe it’s just their imagination, some strange subconscious part of them that fears Whumper to that level.
Maybe, one day while hanging out with the group of friends, Whumper says something offhandedly. A phrase they said in the dream, while they were on top of Whumpee. Whumpee’s eyes widen, and when they look at Whumper, there’s a knowing gleam in their eyes.
Whumper backhanding Whumpee every time they speak, so Whumpee has to stay completely silent.
Whumpee A knows some sensitive, confidential information and Whumpee B is A's [insert relationship type here], so Whumper kidnaps both and tortures B to get A to talk.
Whumpee is on the floor, lying on their side. Whumper walks up to them and kicks them HARD. Whumpee wraps their arms around their middle, curling up protectively.
Whumpee being presented to Whumper by henchmen. Whumpee is standing in front of Whumper with their hands tied behind their back. Henchman aims a kick at the back of Whumpee's knees, causing them to fall to their knees painfully. Henchman puts a strong hand on Whumpee's shoulder, preventing them from getting back up.
Whumpee sharing the whump with Caretaker. Whumpee, still very traumatised, struggles to get it out. Caretaker patiently waits and gently reminds Whumpee that they don't have to talk about it if they're not ready.
Whumpee A is an older sibling, and Whumpee B is a younger one. They are both locked in a cell. Whenever Whumper or a henchman comes in, A pulls B behind them, hiding their younger sibling protectively
Whumper is constantly touching Whumpee - pulling their hair, grabbing their chin, resting their hands on their waist, squeezing their thighs.
Whumpee has magic and is kept in a cell where the bars are made of a thing that weakens them (gives them headaches, makes their body weak, chronic pain etc). They can't touch the bars because it burns them. Whenever they get taken out, they are tortured, humiliated, hurt in some way. When they get put back in their cell, they get hit with more pain. They get no relief.
whumpee sits down, ignoring the pain in their ribs as they hug their knees to their chest, "just a few more hours, caretaker will come for you. just wait a few more hours."
Whumpee being outside for the first time in weeks/months/years after being held captive by Whumper. They take their shoes off to feel the grass. Clumps of dirt are in their fists and it feels so real, so alive. There’s an actual breeze; they’re not just daydreaming with a fan.
Caretaker is watching all of this, a wide smile on their face. Whumpee turns back to them, their eyes sparkling. “It’s real,” they sigh.
Caretaker acts the exact same as Carewhumper did, giving Whumpee treats, trying their best to keep them happy and calm, making extravagant meals, cuddles and affirmations. That's everything Carewhumper would do, thats how they would treat Whumpee when they weren't torturing them.
Carewhumper didn't punish Whumpee for slipping up, the torture was a timed thing, once a month. Caretaker is overjoyed to see how well Whumpee is reacting when they drop a cup or do something that would get other Whumpee's punished.
Now its the 16th of May and Whumpee is absolutely losing their mind, screaming and crying and nauseous.
"Don't come near me! No!" Whumpee would scream, begging on their hands and knees, Caretaker was so confused, so they could do nothing but sit and comfort them.
The day would pass, its 19th of May and Whumpee doesn't have a single scratch on their body, its so confusing. But, atleast Caretaker understands.
you can pull recovery whump tropes/cliches from my cold dead hands. every time a caretaker waits at a distance for whumpee to touch them first, only to have that moment be when they fall asleep on their shoulder and they are DESPERATE to be chill and cool and not freaking out theyre so not brimming with excitement over this- an angel gets its wings
i feel like direct self-harm is seriously underappreciated in whump. theres like so many ways to go about it and its such a common coping mechanism for a reason.
conditioned whumpee inflicting their own punishments, believing theyre crucial to keeping themselves in line and that whumper was right in doing so. maybe not trusting themselves to do the "right thing" without it.
conditioned whumpee who was taught to see the pain as a good thing, giving it to themselves as a twisted sort of reward. how would a caretaker react upon finding out that their praise was causing whumpee to hurt themselves?
on a similar note to the last one, and a classic: a whumpee who hurts themselves because they feel undeserving of anything but pain. to balance out the kindness theyre given.
whumpee convinced caretaker wants them to hurt themselves whenever they upset caretaker. or maybe caretaker has made it clear that they don't like it but whumpee cant stop.
a whumpee whose whumper catches them hurting themselves. would they be mocked for it? punished? comforted? ignored? what about whumper stepping in and offering to finish the job?
alternatively, caretaker walks in on whumpee hurting themselves.
further alternatively, a carewhumper who walks in on whumpee hurting themselves and offers to help because it's clearly what whumpee wants.
using the pain as a distraction from the actual emotions. this is the most common reason people turn to self-harm and one that is seriously underutilized. the emotions get so overwhelming and the rush to ground themselves to escape it only worsens, so what better way to do that then with pain?
a whumpee who doesnt understand why they hurt themselves. a whumpee who, when confronted by caretaker, can only scramble and explain that it just helps. that they have to, even if they dont understand why.
whumpee harming themselves for the sake of the scars, either renewing old scars that are starting to fade so the proof of what happened stays or adding new scars in order to have their pain acknowledged by others.
being ordered by whumper to hurt themselves for whatever reason.
slightly more specific scenario ones under the cut:
team leader whumpee who blames themselves each time a plan goes wrong, marking each failure as a scar on their arm. adding an extra scar for each injury caused by their stupidity.
team member whumpee devalued and treated like theyre fragile because they have a low pain tolerance, causing them to start trying to fix that in secret (maybe pushing them to do that was intentional, or maybe it was just a misunderstanding that breaks the others when they find out about it.)
branded whumpee attempting to cover the brand in scars until its unrecognizable or even try to cut it off entirely. extra risky if the brand is in a spot that's vulnerable and fragile.
a traumatized caretaker who takes it out on themselves whenever whumpee's not doing well. pairs well with a whumpee who is angry in their recovery and snaps at caretaker a lot.
a guilty whumper who hurts themselves after each session with whumpee. maybe they show it to whumpee afterwards, or maybe they hide all the scars and act like it never bothers them what they're doing.
a pet whumpee eager to serve their new master (whether that be a caretaker or a whumper) and hurting themselves at their feet as a show of loyalty
and then of course. the fact that its an addiction. the overwhelming urges, the relapses, being convinced you need it even when everythings fine. would caretaker understand when whumpee relapses when they appear to be doing well emotionally, or would they blame it on them not doing good enough to keep whumpee happy?
just. physical self harm in your whump. try it today
Whumpee being interrogated by a whumper who barely has control of their anger. Whumpee trying to move slowly, talk evasively, anything not to trigger a rage.
To the point that when whumper grabs them around the jaw and their fingers press in so tight tears spring to whumpee's eyes, the only thing whumpee does is gently tug at the hands on their jaw like trying to pry off a baby's fist. They don't even dare beg beyond this desperate, quiet plea.
Caretaker using a trigger word/phrase Whumper gave Whumpee. Either in a moment of desperation or because they're a bad caretaker :)
#133
content: bad caretaker, conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery, recovery fic
"I said fucking sit!" Caretaker snapped, and Whumpee immediately obeyed. They dropped to their knees in utter terror, trembling, eyes downcast, just like they'd been taught. Just like Caretaker knew they'd been taught. By Whumper.
Had they overshot by using that trigger word? That command? But they just needed some time to think without Whumpee freaking out on them! They just needed a minute. And there was no other way to get Whumpee to shut the fuck up for a moment.
Caretaker inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Whumpee was still kneeling there, frozen. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair and tried to calm down. They crouched to be at eye-level with their friend. "Whumpee. Look at me."
Whumpee didn't.
"Whumpee…"
"I can't. Can't look anyone in the eye. Can't."
"You're not with Whumper anymore."
Whumpee shook their head. "Then why are you using Whumper's commands?"
"Well, I— I just… Look, I needed some time to think, you wouldn't calm down, I just needed a fucking second to collect myself, I didn't know what else to do."
Whumpee stayed looking at the floor. It was clear they wanted to wring their hands, but they refrained, keeping them neatly folded on their lap. "Can't look anyone in the eye."
Caretaker sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? Let's stand up and go to the couch."
"Can't go on furniture."
"Don't make this into a whole thing. I said I was sorry. Let's just— Let's get back to our conversation."
Whumpee didn't move an inch. Caretaker stood up alone. Okay. So this was how Whumpee was going to act. Then Caretaker was going to leave them right there to kneel. Once a few minutes passed, and Whumpee would feel the ache in their knees, they would drop the act and get back to normal.
Right?
Except Whumpee stayed kneeling there for hours. Caretaker was begging them by the end, begging them to stand up, to lie down, to do anything but ruin their joints like that. Whumpee didn't budge.
"What do I need to do for you to get up? What did Whumper do?" they pleaded. "I'll do anything. Please, Whumpee, I'm sorry I said that."
Whumpee finally, slowly, hesitantly, lifted their gaze to meet Caretaker's. "You mean it?"
"I mean it."
"Okay," they whispered. They tried standing up, and they immediately toppled over. Caretaker had to catch them before they hit the ground. "Sorry… Sorry… My legs…"
"I'm sorry," Whumpee whimpered. Caretaker raised their eyebrows, shock showed up on their face.
"It's alright..." Caretaker took a step closer. Whumpee flinched away, eyes wide with fear, shining with tears, hands coming up in front of their face.
One of my favorite recovery whump tropes is when a character is so conditioned to apologize and freak out over any mistake because they have been severely punished for doing anything wrong. And then after they’ve been rescued they drop something and it breaks. And they are SO afraid. They freeze- go through the stages of grief then start to clean up broken glass and cut their hands, trembling, pleading and apologizing. But another character calms them down tries to get them to understand that they are more important than the thing that broke. It gets me every single fucking time.
big fan of whumpee falling asleep with another person for the first time after escaping whumper, and upon waking up, sort of absentmindedly asking, "did we... you know... do anything last night?"
the other person is immediately concerned about their short term memory, like, "no?? you fell asleep as soon as you hit the mattress. you don't remember?"
and whumpee is like "no, i mean after that."
"you mean... while you were asleep?"
for whumper, sleep was always an invitation. now, whumpee suddenly remembers that they are allowed to be in charge of what happens to their body all the time.
the automatic assumption that it would've been logical and foreseeable that the person they fell asleep with would've sexually abused them while they were sleeping, god. that's so... it speaks to such an extensive objectification that they've experienced, such a prolonged stretch of repeated instances of abuse,
and the like. the initial offence from the other person, like what sort of a person do you think i am? you thought i'd do something like that to you? and then you slept beside me anyway?
and there's the question, right. did the other person know about the sexual abuse before this, and just didn't realize how deep the damage went or how extensive it was? or is this the first they're learning?
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