A whumptastic Regina Mills centric blog appreciating a fantastically angsty and pained character! I'll be sharing content containing both physical and emotional heavy whump. While this blog is mostly themed around Regina's character, I will also have a side of content from other projects Lana Parrilla has done outside of Regina. WARNINGS: This blog deals with sensitive subject matter and intense material that can be triggering to some. BROWSE WITH CAUTION! Ye have been warned! DISCLAIMER: Despite the intense subject matter, I still want this blog to be a safe space for people with an interest in specific content I may post. I'm very willing to add any trigger warnings or tags to content that will enable the consumption of this blog in a safe and distress free manner. Leave me a message with any tagging requests you may have and I'll do my best to fullfill.
characters being comforted when they don’t expect to be comforted.
thinking they’re alone, that no one cares for them, that even though they may be “part of the team” now, they’ll never be fully accepted
a whumpee in enemy territory, tortured for information, but given extra rations by one of the guards, along with a sad look that says ‘i wish i could do more’
a whumpee in a hostile environment, one who’s grown to have thick skin and iron fists, walls around themselves so high they might never come down. this whumpee hurt, beaten, broken, but found by someone who takes care of their wounds and isn’t driven off by the rancor of their words
a former villain, shivering after a nightmare, not wanting to be alone with their thoughts but knowing the rest of the team still hates them for what they’ve done. Being so surprised when one of the heroes comes and sits with them on their bed until dawn, just so they feel safe
whumpees getting comfort from the most unexpected places. whumpees thinking the people around them are enemies (and maybe they are) and yet someone shows them kindness anyway. whumpees wholly undone by the shock of it, breathless and grateful.
A character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is forced to live, to put one foot in front of the other and find healing, who chooses to pour goodness into the world and make the world a better place
Is more satisfying to me than a character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is redeemed through death
A character who spent months, years even, holding out under torture without giving in. Someone who remained stoic through overwhelming pain and torment and isolation and hopelessness. Someone who suffered and suffered and yet refused to give into their emotions, repressed them until the screaming in their head faded to nothingness.
Someone who barely feels anything anymore, couldn’t if they tried.
Someone who doesn’t want to try, doesn’t want to feel anything. Someone who takes pride in their stoicism - they’ve held out so long they couldn’t bear the shame of giving in now.
They exist to take pain, to silently suffer. The choice to remain stoic is all they have, and they can’t give that up. It’s who they are now.
How about whump between an adopted child and their parent(s)? An adopted whumpee who doesn't know how to recover alongside parents. The parents, who were ready for a child but their child has now gone through something horrible. An adopted child screaming as they watch their whumpee parent get hurt, while being scorned by the whumper because they "can't really be that attached to someone who isn't really their parent, can they?" A parent slowly discovering the hell their child went through before they were adopted. Or a parent knowing completely the kind of hell their child went through, and fiercely defending them despite people's comments about their "level of attention to someone who's not really their child."
The possibilities are endless, and full of that sweet sweet potential for emotional whump alongside a physical portion.
Not on theme but lately I've really been enjoying the trope of one character using their body as a shield for another. Jumping in front of a bullet/arrow/thrown knife, shielding them from an explosion,,, it's all good
I’m a particular fan of shielding them from an explosion. Especially when there are wounds to tend to afterward and the person who was shielded stays by their friend to help them through it.
When the whumpee nearly died, and the caretaker refuses to let go of them for more than a few seconds, and the whumpee doesn’t object, because they’re too badly hurt to be out of bed anyway. The caretaker taking days before they can even let then out of their sight for more than a few minutes, and then nearly falling apart when the whumpee has to go somewhere without them.
I know you might find this hard to believe but there are people out there. A good, kind version of your family that can help you heal, just as they helped me.
Day 5: Tortured || Teeth Knocked Out (I switched the prompts for days 5 and 6 for the sake of story continuity. The prompt for day 5 will take place on day 6 instead)
WARNINGS: Violence, Torture
She loses track of time as she’s in and out of consciousness. She finally comes to enough to observe her surroundings. She finds herself still suspended from the ceiling. The chains she hangs from have left her wrists raw and bleeding. But, she notices something’s changed....
Her feet are no longer chained to the floor. Instead she finds herself tiptoed, ankle deep in a bucket of ice cold water. She glances around and sees various wires lay across a table next to her. Jumper cables clamped to a small machine-- “a battery?” Her mind is jumbled but it doesn’t take her much guessing to realize what this is intended for.
"Nice to see you back. We were beginning to get impatient." Joel’s tone is exhausting, but she grits her teeth and meets his eyes.
He saunters over to her hanging form. A large grin over-taking his face. She weakly lifts her head as much as she can bare. A show of pride despite knowing her strength is far from capable of displaying such a notion. She's exhausted and in more pain than she cares to admit. Her breaths growing shallower by the minute. Even breathing hurts now.
He stares at her a moment before proceeding to lift his hands to either sides of her face. She pulls away instinctively.
He slows the pace of his hand movements and chuckles. “Oh, calm down now. You couldn’t fight this even if you wanted to.”
She knows he’s right but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t try every step of the way.
Slowly, he moves his hands up again and wraps them around her head. She’s confused at first-- until he begins pulling on the knot behind her head and gently untying the gag she’s had grit between her teeth. As soon as the cloth is out of her mouth, she immediately takes a deep, laboured breath. The first unimpeded inhale she's taken in hours. The sudden burst of air causes her to cough and choke on the blood that's pooled in her mouth over the course of her beatings. She hangs her head and allows the blood to drip from her lips as she focuses on controlling her breathing.
He watches her struggle with a smug grin on his face. He lowers his head and slowly lets his smile drop. Taking a moment before looking up to meet her eyes again.
"I just want to know one thing before we continue." He pauses to compose his words, "Did you even care to remember what you did to us? Or was being one of the good guys so easy?"
Regina shifts uncomfortably. Her chains rattle gently against the movement. Echoing through the deafeningly silent warehouse.
"I never made a point of taking names or journaling my rampages." Her voice is raspy but stern. She shifts her composure before continuing. "The ones I remember," she pauses a moment, voice barely above a whisper, "they haunt my every dream. -- As do their screams.“ Her body shuttering at the memory,
Her swollen eyes begin to tear but she quickly blinks them away and looks him in the eye. “You never deserved to be a victim to my insanity. None of you did. I’ll regret what I made of you....all of you. And I'll regret my victims for the rest of my life.”
He looks her up and down, evaluating her tone and emotions. Likely, trying to gauge her sincerity. He gulps back his emotions and backs away from her.
"Well lucky for you--” He pauses, and that uncomfortable smile smears his face again-- “your regrets won't last long then." His words are biting as he walks over to the table of instruments they've had set out. He picks up the jumper cables attached to the small battery, flicks the metal tips together creating a bright explosion of sparks before making his way back to her.
He stares at her a short moment. Her breath hitching in her throat. She barely has a moment to prepare herself before--
--BZZZZZZ
He’s taking the metal tips of the cables and jamming them into her stomach violently! Her head is thrown back by the jolt of sudden pain! Her whole body is thrown into shock as she begins seizing and convulsing in place. Her body stiffening against the jolt of electricity now coursing through her every muscle.
BZZZZZZ
She grips and clings onto the chains she hangs from. As if they're the the only thing holding her in this plane of existence. Her mind becoming more and more frazzled by the second. She shakes and tremors as her veins and muscles feel ready to burst! The pain only ceasing for the moments between having the metal jammed back into her skin again and again and again.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Her eyelids flutter as her eyes roll to the back of her head. A trickle of blood drips from her nose while her body continues to convulse against the electricity. The sound of water trashes about beneath her feet and her chains rattle loudly above her.
She can hear their echoed laughter just underneath the screams.
Her screams, she realizes.
She’s not sure when she started screaming, but the anguished scream ripping through the air is undoubtedly hers. Her throat raw and voice ragged. Her screams only replaced by shaky breaths and stifled sobs before her whole body is going limp.
And then...
Silence
Quiet, stillness fills the air. She’s not sure if it’s because her torturers have finally stopped or if she’s died and can no longer feel the world around her. Blackness clouds her vision before finally losing consciousness fully.
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Unbelievably, she finds herself coming to consciousness again. She’s laying on the cold hard ground, unbound, and no longer suspended from the ceiling. She pries one eye open just enough to see her captors hurrying around the room packing up their various objects and torture devices into bags while a couple of them sit straightening out the chains and ropes that had bound her in earlier.
“Why don’t we just move her to a more private location?” She faintly hears one of them say in frustrated huffs.
“We talked about this. One night. We had one night to enact our wishes. No more than that.” She registers the firm hissing voice as Joel’s.
Aya’s female voice chimes in, “This isn’t fair. We’ve spent our whole lives leading up to this and you think one night is satisfactory?”
“It is if you want to see the end result. You know who she has in her corner. She has people that will look for her. And I assure you, they will find us if we don’t do this quickly.”
She hears one of the men sigh. “Fine. But we better make these last moments count.”
With that, Regina’s mind too jumbled, and body too weak to focus on much else, she falls back into a state of unconscious bliss.
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 of 5 (Next chapter will conclude this little series)
Hey there, how are you? Are you still there? Any chance you'll update your stories? :)
HELLO!
Yes I'm still here! I've largely been lurking on and off. Unfortunately real life and a new job has eaten my time up quite a bit so I haven't been able to be as active but I'm still very whump interested.
I do still plan to continue my stories! I'm sorry for the long wait. I've got plot bunnies hopping about but just haven't had the time to invest in writing them down.
I will do so though and I thank you for your interest
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