#whump scenes

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

this but I don’t do major character death so, knowing me, I’d just give my blorbo a miracle and cure them in the end. but the whump. the “not knowing”. the “believing they were going to die”. the “caretaker being in pain thinking they were going to lose their loved one”. the “caretaker watching whumpee get worse and slowly fade away, then telling them they won’t let them die alone” before the miracle. give me the hurt and give me comfort 😮‍💨🥹

[withdrawingramen]

lesser known PTSD things in whump

note; these are my personal experiences. i am clinically diagnosed with complex post traumatic stress disorder and also study psychology, and PTSD in general shows up very differently in all people. please be mindful of this information. --- anywho! many a times i see PTSD in whump and in general being represented as flashbacks, nightmares, avoidant behaviour, and so on which isn't wrong or exaggerated, just coming on here with some more symptoms or issues i don't see often, mainly physical manifestations. feel free to give your whumpees an even harder time <3 1. Trauma literally rewires the brain and its no joke. The amygdala is in overdrive constantly. Whumpee's always on edge. The hippocampus reduces in size, and boom, eventually you're losing your mind and your memories of what happened. Now whumpee has little to make sense of why they are the way they are, and whatever they recall is so blurred it's driving them insane. 2. Getting triggered by a smell, sound, even a sensation on the body, like the wind on the skin 'rubbing off' the wrong way and Whumpee's suddenly spiraling. What's worse is the moment itself is so distressing they disassociate before they can help it. It takes hours to come back to their own body and realize that they can't remember anything except feeling lost and terrified that they can't even calm down. And they don't even know or remember why. 3. Following up on the previous prompt, outsiders will have a hard time telling if Whumpee is upset, sleep-deprived or tired (could be!) or simply out of it. Eyes glazed over, expression slack. Maybe their eyebrows are furrowed slightly. They stare into the distance and only hum back responses or a few syllables. Later into the day, somebody asks them what they're angry about. Whumpee stops, and thinks. What are they even upset about? They don't know. 4. Just fucked up hormones in general :/ Effective for female whumpees, intense stress levels interfere with hormone production and can infact halt your menstrual cycle. I struggled with this & when my cycle actually resumed the cramps were like 10x worse than what they were before lol. Additionally, some studies also report that PTSD symptoms worsen during the menstrual phases. Not fun. 5. The immune system of a Victorian child. Falling sick way too often. Headaches that don't go away. Digestive issues that give a Whumpee stomach cramps every time they even try to eat (this varies a lot). AUTOIMMUNE DISEASES OF ANY SORT!! Alot more things that can wrong. LOTS of potential for non-whumper whump. --- all from me for now. based on some unfortunate experiences i've had in the past year :'). hope this helps someone or so

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 175

"Careful there big guy-" Caretaker instinctively held their hands up, as if trying to keep a wild creature at bay.

Stoic whumpee stumbled forward, half-delirious and mad with... fear. Their entire body shuddered with each labored breath. Finally exhausted the whumpee fought collapsing, falling to their knees. They were barely conscious, yet their eyes remained wide and animalistic.

Caretaker soothed, "It's me. You remember me right?"

[pvtashby]

Orders

Lead Whumper leaves for a while, puts some of their subordinates in charge of Whumpee. Their orders were simple. Keep Whumpee alive.

Lead should’ve been more specific, considering they wanted them not just alive, but functional: they return and Whumpee is, for a lack of a better term, broken.

It’s pathetic. Lead enters Whumpee’s dark cell and is greeted by the sight of them curled up on the floor, sloppily bound, blindfold half off their face, covered in bodily fluids. Shaking, cowering, trying to shield themself.

Lead is incensed, demanding to know what possessed their subordinates to do such a thing. They flip on the lights, untie Whumpee, remove the blindfold, yet Whumpee doesn’t move or take advantage of the moment. They remain on the floor, shivering in fear like a small dog.

The subordinate Lead entered with has no idea about what led to Whumpee’s state. Lead will deal with the others later. They help Whumpee up; after flinching like they expected Lead’s outstretched arm to be one that hits, Whumpee doesn’t fight the assistance. Lead brings Whumpee to a new, clean cell, provides them with clean clothes and some food. Whumpee entertains neither, ignores the bed, and instead presses themself into a corner, back to the wall, knees to their chest, arms wrapped around their legs, face buried.

Lead watches this, growing more and more angry. The change in environment hadn’t worked like Lead had hoped. The once defiant, stubborn, tough person they’d finally gotten their hands on had been reduced to this. The easy problem now would be finding who did it. The harder one would be fixing the mess Lead was now left with.

CW: continuation contains implied noncon!

Lead leaves Whumpee’s cell, putting a trusted employee on guard to watch them, on a mission to locate and punish whoever broke their perfect Asset. It doesn’t take long to put the pieces together. A small cohort of the ones left in charge formed a tight group, and let nobody else access Whumpee or view that they did to them.

Now, Whumpee wasn’t exactly in a position to protect themselves. The group found them a fun prize, an attractive thing that talked back. Person? No, that wasn’t a descriptor that even passed through their minds. All they saw was an object to exploit, and they did. Over and over again, until Whumpee expected every touch to hurt, fighting to be useless, suffering as a given. Learned helplessness was now their defining philosophy.

At first, they group brags. When they realize they’re not being met with praise, but disapproval, their tone switches to justification, to victim blaming. Oh, come on, you’ve seen them, you understand, don’t you? Lead stops the discussion there. They don’t have to hear much to know their course of action. None of their employees will forget what happens when they cross Lead.

They return to their Asset, knowing now how horribly violated they were in Lead’s absence. The least they can do is tell them it won’t happen again. They’re not empathetic, this comfort is strictly pragmatic. They need trust, or something close enough to it that Whumpee won’t break down at the mere presence of people. They’re not feeling bad for Whumpee. Whumpee is their detainee, their Asset, they cannot afford to spend more emotional energy on them than they already have.

[whumpernickelsandwich]

water whump

water can be used in soo many different ways in whump scenarios. here are a few i thought of today, feel free to suggest more!

cw: vomit, torture, drowning

depriving whumpee of water (a classic)

or, alternatively, giving whumpee so much water at once that they throw it all up

waterboarding whumpee (also a classic)

forcing whumpee to shower in only scalding hot or freezing cold water

putting poison in whumpee's water, causing them to distrust every glass they are given

throwing a whumpee with drowning trauma into the deep end of a pool

or, leaving a whumpee who can't swim to drown

forcing whumpee's head in water, making them have to hold their breath for a long time. the rest of their body is completely dry, and yet the panic of drowning is overwhelming (think the saw 5 water cube trap or the barrel of water in would you rather)

repeatedly drowning and reviving whumpee, so that the brain damage caused by the oxygen deprivation multiplies and their throat burns from repeatedly coughing up water. plus, their ribs being constantly broken from cpr!!

trapping whumpee in a pool

making whumpee drink unclean water, and then refusing to treat the illness that comes afterward

forcing whumpee to swim until they are exhausted

chinese water torture

[pains-and-aches]

characters that have to kill or bury a part of themselves in order to survive. not “came back wrong”, but “came back something else entirely”. the person who came out on the other side of anything looks like them, though maybe with more scars than before, a leaner figure, less light in their eyes. the person that came back shares their name and birthday, can tell you all the same things about their childhood and hobbies. by all means, the person who came back should be the same person who existed before the trauma. but they’re not.

maybe they had to cut themselves off from fear and empathy to get a job done or pull themselves out of danger. maybe they had to suppress their natural instincts and mold themselves into what someone else wanted to see. maybe they’ve followed orders for so long they’ve forgotten what their own desires are, or they’ve suppressed those desires so they can be more obedient. maybe they’ve been isolated from others to the point that they had to stop valuing the connections that used to be key parts of their life so they don’t mourn the solitude. they may have even had to burn down their entire concept of their identity to build a new self who had what it took to make it out alive.

maybe it was a conscious choice to sever part (or all) of their past self from their current self, or maybe it was something involuntary. are they aware of how much they’ve changed? do they look in the mirror and see an echo of their former self that doesn’t feel at home in their body anymore? do they grieve the self they lost, or do they have a more pragmatic approach, thinking that this is just the way things have to be?

or do they even know the extent to which they’ve buried who they used to be?

[short-form-whump]

The Whumpee’s arms jerk against the rope that’s binding them behind the chair. Their flinch is not when the Whumper closes their scissors around a chunk of their hair, but when they first grab it between thumb and fingers. The Whumpee closes their eyes as they hear a snip, taking sharp breaths through their nose above their taped mouth and feeling surprised at how softly their hair is being held, not pulled. The Whumper, meanwhile, is practical - not artful - about the way that they start to cut away parts of the Whumpee’s hair. Not to humiliate. Not to change their appearance. Just to take something, and to feed their own soul with an act of absolute power. When the Whumper is done, they drop the scissors and leave the Whumpee for a minute to sit with a hanging head, their eyes looking up at the new jagged ends of their hair that reach their eye and brow. The Whumpee lets out a shaky breath from their nose as their eyes close again. Just then the Whumper throws a bucket of water across the Whumpee’s head and shoulders. The Whumpee lets out a startled yell that fills their throat but can’t get past their gag. They lean hard into their bindings to try and escape dripping water from their face. The Whumper sets the bucket down with a hollow thud on the ground and spends a moment to watch the Whumpee struggle. They step forward eventually and run their hand lightly through the Whumpee’s hair to help shake off some of the water, but as with their constant oscillation between softness and aggression, they find that their fist closes around the wet strands and they hold the Whumpee’s head still. The Whumpee feels soaked and heavy on top of being immobilized, and can only brace themselves for whatever’s next. They realize that the most violating part of it all is not the certainty of their powerlessness, but the painful uncertainty of how it will be met: hard or soft.

[suchprettypieces]

Accelerated Healing Factor

A living weapon Whumpee, who after being rescued, is the perfect sunshine character. With his team, he’s chatty, cheerful and a reliable team member. Complies with mission orders, delivers excellent results. All round MVP.

But when he gets hurt, they can never keep him in the hospital wing. The white walls and uniformed medical staff remind him of the lab he was created and conditioned in. So he keeps making the slip and escaping back to his dorm every chance he gets.

But then, after a particular mission, he gets really hurt; badly enough that his healing factor isn’t enough to handle it. This time he has to stay in the hospital.

The team members take turns keeping him company so he won’t hobble back to his room.

He grouses but complies, and he laughs with them when they tease him for turning away whenever the nurses have to draw blood or readjust his drip. He’s just grateful for the company. With team there, he can distract himself from the dreadful familiarity of the hospital room and its rhythms.

He even starts to make friends with the nurses and doctors. And Whumpee starts to relax even when someone from the team isn’t in the room. Enough that the team feels they can leave him alone for short periods.

Then, the entire team has to go on a mission. His face is tense, but he promises he’ll stay put.

They return, flush with success, expecting to find Whumpee eager to hear about the mission.

Instead they find him deeply asleep. He rouses briefly when they try to wake him, eats all the protein bars they have left over, and then falls asleep again.

They’re puzzled. The doctor doesn’t seem concerned.

“He’s doing so well, his healing factor has geared up and he’s just… it’s incredible,” he says.

Medic takes in the crease between Whumpee’s eyebrows, the flat press of his mouth. The hand he sets against Whumpee’s forehead registers a mild grade fever.

“He’s running hot. This doesn’t feel normal,” he tells Doctor.

Doctor shrugs. “I wouldn’t worry about that. It’s just his unique physiology taking charge of the situation.”

Medic looks at the X-rays of previously fractured bones. He points out an anomaly. “Isn’t this going to be a problem? His bones are healing too fast.”

Doctor peers at where Medic has his finger pressed against the film. “Only time will tell. Maybe some pain will remain. But functionally he’ll be all there. Shouldn’t affect any future missions.”

It’s not what Medic meant.

Neither the doctor nor the nurses can tell him what happened to trigger this… turn.

When he asks Whumpee, he simply says, “I want to leave, is all.”

Medic presses for a reason, but Whumpee simply shrugs and asks if there are any more muffins. He slips into sleep grumpily when he’s told he ate the last one.

It’s Team Member C who comes up with the idea to review the video feeds.

They skim the feed from the day they left for the mission. Nothing seems out of turn, until they see Whumpee get out of bed after a nurse leaves. He hobbles to the door and stands there, looking out both ways as if contemplating a getaway. Then he slowly wobbles back and climbs back into bed.

And something about the way he lies down and puts his elbow over his eyes suggests it’s the incident they’re looking for.

“What…” Team Member A frowns at the screen. “I can’t tell what happened there.”

Team Member B leans forward. “It’s after the nurse left. Can we see what happened between them? Play it back normal speed.”

The interaction seems normal enough. The male nurse comes in, checks Whumpee’s charts, adjusts his drip. They exchange a few words, he leaves.

Nothing seems wrong with anything the nurse said or did. But it’s exactly then that Whumpee’s affect changes.

They are playing it back for the fourth time, watching Whumpee’s hands clench anxiously in the blanket. His tiny figure on the screen climbs out of bed and stands at the door contemplating escape, then turns away from the open door. Climbs back into bed again. As if his promise to stay put had pulled him back like a leash.

Team Member C lets out a small gasp. “It wasn’t what the nurse did. It’s what he didn’t do.”

Medic tilts his head at her.

She goes on, “He didn’t smile back at Whumpee.”

Team Member B laughs. “All this because he didn’t get a smile back? That’s the most—”

“No, wait…” Medic says slowly. “I think she might have a point.”

They watch the playback loop again. They pay extra attention when Whumpee looks up at the nurse, grinning after saying something. The nurse nods, says something back perfunctionarily and then, without really looking at Whumpee, puts the chart back in its place and leaves.

The shift is almost invisible. A stillness they hadn’t caught before, settling over Whumpee’s face and shoulders.

“He’s scared,” C whispers.

“But why?” B wonders. “I don’t get why a nurse not smiling back would…”

“Think about it,” Medic says. “Back in the lab, he was treated like a thing. Nobody interacted with him like a person.”

“He’s been testing the staff here…” A says slowly, the realisation finally dawning on him. “He only felt safe when they responded to him like a person. That’s why he’s been so chatty and jokey with them.”

“He’s been reminding them he’s a person,” C says softly.

They stay silent. Watching the playback loop again.

Medic finally taps on the pause button. The image freezes right after the nurse has left. Whumpee’s face is still, his shoulders drawn up minutely towards his ears. His hands have curled into the edge of the blanket.

It’s so obvious now.

A breaks the silence. “So what do we do?” he says.

“I don’t know,” Medic says. “But… he’s paying prices for how he’s pushing his healing factor.”

“It’s not so bad, right?” B says. “I mean that’s what Doctor said.”

Medic looks again at the pixelated face, the curled fingers. Remembers how Whumpee climbed back into bed and lay down as if… as if he was putting himself away.

“He’s not a thing,” Medic says.

++++++++++++++++

Note: This was meant to be a throwaway character... but this is the third chapter on him so far... HOW? If you like the boy, you can read about his rescue (Rabid) and his recovery (Endurance)

Edit: oh hey, look, Team Alphabet now has its own origin fic! >> Practice Run

Other one shots if you're in the mood!