#manipulation whump

[macknus]

Little Doll

“God. You really are just so fucking blameless aren’t you?”

Whumpee blinked, stunned. They turned to teammate who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“You,” Teammate sneered. His eyes filled with hatred. “You just love to be so helpless. The perfect, innocent victim. Do you know how hard Caretaker has been working to make sure that you’re comfortable?”

“I— I do know, and I appreciate—”

“Oh sure,” Teammate cut in, smiling grotesquely. “You appreciate everything. You’re just so bloody thankful aren’t you? Filled with gratitude and yet you’re still leeching off of everyone here. Our time. Our patience. We come home from a mission and have to wake to you screaming in the middle of the night and not complain about it.”

Whumpee shrunk in on themselves, eyes darting around the room but Teammate blocked the only way out. They were trapped. They swallowed before speaking. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—”

“No. I know you don’t. How could you mean to do anything after what Whumper did to you?” Whumpee flinched but Teammate kept speaking. “You’re just a pathetic little ghost of a person. You’re a poor, helpless traumatised thing that everyone has to fall over themselves to make sure is perfect. It’s disgusting how you make them all fawn over you, like you’re something special. Making sure that you’re not too cold or too hot, or god fucking help you, upset at anything.”

Whumpee’s voice locked itself in their larynx, refusing to defend themselves because Teammate was right. They were pathetic. They didn’t deserve the kindness of Caretaker or their Team. They didn’t deserve to be rescued. They should still be with Whumper. They wouldn’t be a burden to anyone they loved if they had just stayed with Whumper.

“But you know what, Whumpee?” Teammate asked, pushing off the doorframe and stalking towards them. “I’m fucking upset. I’m tired. I’m tired of working my ass off and having to deal with your mopey face every time we come home. I’m tired of having to give you time, give you space, walk on bloody eggshells around you because you’re too fucking weak to cope by yourself.”

Whumpee flinched when Teammate raised his palms to Whumpee’s shoulders and shoved them back. Hard. Whumpee stumbled, eyes wide and terrified but their body was frozen, refusing to fight back. To talk back. To say anything against Teammate because deep down they knew Teammate was right.

They were weak. They deserved what Whumper did to them. They didn’t deserve to stay here where it was safe. Where they weren’t hurt. Where they were just hurting the people who saved them, who loved them. And they didn’t deserve their love either…

Another shove and Whumpee fell back again. And another and Whumpee almost lost their footing but caught it at the last second. Throwing wide eyes up at Teammate horrified at what they’d done to him… They pushed Teammate to this. It was their fault Teammate was so upset with them. Their fault. Their fault. Their fault.

Why were they so weak? So pathetic. Needing people to protect them, to save them? Why couldn’t they save themselves? They should be saving themselves, not making it other peoples’ problem to help them. One last shove and Whumpee’s back hit the wall. They let out a startled breath as Teammate loomed over them. A hand slammed out to the wall at the side of Whumpee’s head and they flinched as Teammate leaned down so his mouth was close to Whumpee’s ear.

“If I were you,” Teammate said, his voice dipping low, threatening. It reminded Whumpee of Whumper’s comforting rasp whenever they were about to punish Whumpee. “And I was really sorry for being such a fucking waste of space, I’d leave in the middle of the night, and never come back.”

Eventually, Whumpee didn’t remember when, Teammate drew back and placed a hand on the hollow of Whumpee’s cheek and tilted their head to Teammate, but Whumpee’s gaze was faraway.

“Maybe if you were like this forever, everyone here could actually tolerate you.” Teammate said, his voice darkening as he continued, a cruel smirk tugging his lips across his face. “You know what? When you’re like this I see what Whumper saw in you. You’re positively adorable when you’re petrified.”

At some point Teammate left.

At some point Whumpee’s shaking got so bad it was starting to hurt.

At some point Whumpee’s locked legs gave up on them and they collapsed to the floor.

At some point the silent tears poured over their cheeks, but Whumpee didn’t realise any of this. They stared blankly into the distance, and their trembling stopped. They sat there, motionless, loose and doll-like, waiting for the next monster who decided they wanted to play with them.

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[defire]

Ive been seeing a lot of "living weapon whumpee who wants to escape and hates their situation", but i wonder if you have any thoughts or prompts on a living weapon whumpee who was groomed/manipulated into believing theyre doing whats best?

100% my friend, I wrote a whole book on this 😎

Loyal living weapon

Content: manipulated, ableism in a way, torture, beating, comfort

Feeling badass putting on their gear and stepping out into danger to kill the bad guys and save the world

Admiring a new gun alone in the bathroom because it's the only place they have a tiny bit of privacy to be a little human

Coming back to a base with a success and feeling like they could lift the world itself

Coming back with a defeat and believing they believe every blow of the beating that follows. The memory keeps them up at night long after the bruises fade. The beating that proved what a shit weapon they really are deep inside.

Being happy to be "used" because they care about the people they believe they're protecting.

"If I die, so what? At least I did it for a good cause."

Terror at their own rebellious thoughts when they think about the "training" and how bad it was

Hurting themselves for the mission, coming back and getting scorned for being damaged.

Taking torture but never giving an iota of information. They're protecting their "friends". Nothing will change that.

The confusion that follows when those the weapon thought were their "friends" demand angrily to know how much they told the enemy.

"I bet they convinced you we were the bad guys!"

When those friends assume they gave up all the information and beat them up and ditch them.

Imagine said weapon being picked up by the opposition and nursed back to health. How closed-off and angry they'd be. And confused.

Or maybe they eventually start to wonder... How much of what I was told, was actually true?

[bloodiedbriars]

Ways to keep Whumpee silent

blackmail

brain injury

cutting their tongue out

gagging

gaslighting to convince them no one will help no matter what

glueing teeth together

holding a hostage

injuring their vocal chords

keeping them in a groggy, sedated state

making sure their words won't be take seriously even if they do speak out

muzzle

pulling a collar too tight

sewing lips shut

soundproofing rooms

teaching them to self-censor through reinforcements

threatening / scaring them into silence

(Whumpuary 2026, Day 3: Can’t Speak)

[crimsons-whump-pile]

whumpee who is genuinely trying to follow whumper’s rules and be obedient and compliant, be it to protect someone else or bc they just don’t want to be hurt any more, and whumper who changes the rules in secret and will always claim that whumpee is in the wrong so that they can claim the punishment is justified. you wouldn’t be getting hurt if you’d followed the rules, now would you, whumpee? this is your own fault and no one else’s.

[mariwiki13]

"every day could be your last.

every night, remember that it could be the last one you have a comfortable bed. the last one you sleep through.

every morning, when you look in the mirror, remember it could be your last time seeing your face so clean. your hands still capable of movement. your legs still holding your body up.

don't hold on to comfort, because I have the power to take it away.

at any given second."

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Now see how this went very out of hand

Your Guide to CRP

TW: Institutional whump, Electrocution, Manipulation

[hurtfortea]

Thinking about manipulative whumpers...

Three directions are coming to me right now.

One, the kind that tears the Whumpee down. In recovery, Caretaker will be constantly reassuring them of their worth.

"You are nothing without me. You need me."

"You're a coward, a loser, an idiot, and you wouldn't last a second in the real world. You're lucky I want to help you."

"I could do so much better, but I settled for you. You should be grateful."

Two, the kind that builds Whumpee up. In recovery, Caretaker will still be reassuring them of their worth- except instead it's teaching them their worth doesn't depend on what they can do.

"Didn't you say you want to help people? Don't you want to help me?"

"I need you. You're so much stronger than me, I can't do this without you. You can't leave me."

"Come on, please? I'm just asking this one favor. I know you can do it. For me?"

And, of course, three, good old blackmail.

"...What would they think, if they knew the truth about you?"

[snakebites-and-ink]

I have a whump emergency. the situation is that whumper wants to erase whumpee's identity. they are doing so by a three step process, first making whumpee become afraid of their own name, so much so that they only respond to the name whumper gives them. whumper now wants whumpee to fear their own language and culture. how to do that?

I'm very flattered that you came to me, but I am admittedly not an expert in this sort of thing so don't take me as a major authority on this. If anyone else has helpful information/ideas, please feel free to chime in.

But for me, two main methods come to mind for this: classical conditioning or emotional abuse tactics.

CW: Conditioning, deculturation, prejudice, torture, abuse, manipulation

Classical conditioning would involve pairing the thing Whumper wants Whumpee to fear with something naturally aversive. So this could be something like playing recordings of Whumpee's language or videos of their culture while torturing them, speaking their language only while harming them, or incorporating culturally significant objects into the torture, and then only providing relief in the absence of anything related to Whumpee's language or culture. Classical conditioning would produce the strongest visceral reaction but might not affect deeper cognition quite as well.

Emotional/psychological abuse tactics would be more about undermining Whumpee's perspective. This could involve gaslighting Whumpee into doubting their own beliefs and knowledge, invalidating or dehumanizing them, victim-blaming etc. Once Whumpee's lost confidence in their own perspective, Whumper can push their own narrative to alienate Whumpee from their culture. For example, they could say that Whumpee's culture failed them by putting them in a position that allowed for their capture, that Whumpee's culture left them weaker or less intelligent and that's why Whumper got the better of them, that Whumpee's culture failed to adequately prepare them and that's why they weren't able to handle what Whumper did to them, that Whumpee's language is harder to understand and listen to when they try to beg or ask for something, that Whumpee's people didn't come for them, that Whumper's culture is superior and that's why they're in control while Whumpee is falling apart, or anything else to achieve the effect Whumper wants. These tactics might not cause as strong of a fear response but could have a more profound affect on Whumpee's thinking.

You could also use operant conditioning by Whumper punishing Whumpee anytime they speak their language or do something specific to their culture, though this might make them fear getting caught having associations with those things rather than fearing the things themselves.

You could also combine multiple of these methods. But anything that's blatant enough to tip Whumpee off as to what Whumper is trying to do could make some of the manipulative tactics (such as gaslighting) less effective, so it would be something of a balancing act to reach max effectiveness.

I kept thinking I'd come back to this when my brain isn't tired and I can give it a better thought out response. But then I keep getting on tumblr when it's late and by the time I open it up and see the ask waiting I'm tired again 🤦. So to avoid this rotting in my inbox, for now I'm just gonna make my best effort and hope tired-brain doesn't embarrass me by missing something that will seem obvious when I'm recharged. Forgive me if that ends up happening. I'll try to come back to this earlier tomorrow but we've seen how good I am at that lol so no promises. To be clear it's not that I see this as a burden or anything it's just that I don't want to be judged if I said something kinda dumb.