Deranged Thoughts

Sadist & Masochist

[faultsandfractures]

A rescuer knows that a whumpee has been drugged before, and assumes they will be hesitant to drink anything offered by a stranger. They do need to drink something though, so the rescuer has prepared a very solid explanation.

It never gets shared. The whumpee is so used to being helpless that they don’t ask any questions, just chug the entire glass and wait with fear in their eyes.

[painwithoutplot]

child assassin whose main birthday present/celebration is being "finally old enough for" their first kill. they knew it was coming (though they tried not to be presumptuous), and they tossed and turned with a pit in their stomach the night before. but everyone's nervous before a big milestone, right? once Whumper is there, so proud and excited for them, it's easier to be properly excited and grateful too.

[painwithoutplot]

i think it's compelling if this isn't an overtly evil and harsh 100% of the time whump setting (though i do love a pedal to the floor evil scenario). i'm stuck on the thought of Whumpee getting, like. cake. a genuine celebration with their caregivers (whumpers). presents, but clearly things tailored towards their assassin role; weaponry and associated equipment, exercise gear, etc. presents for the person Whumpee is expected to be. and of course, "getting to" kill someone, framed as an honour and in fact a treat.

[ransom-or-rescue]

Whump reveal, given in the tones of an apology.

For letting it happen. For what the survivor feels they did or chose. For the inconvenience they've become. For overreacting when other people have been through worse. For keeping it a secret so long and being "dishonest." Out of shame. Because they're afraid whoever they're revealing it to is going to hurt them more.

[fineiguessimintowhump]

got a little obsessed with this idea. king whumpee and gray eminence whumper who is very displeased to have been disobeyed. publicly.

cw: royal whump, covert whump, manhandling, mentions of punishments

The duke holds the door open for him, a charming smile for the crowd. He bows his head when the king climbs in, also smiling at the crowd. They sit across each other, and the duke keeps one of the curtains open for the prince to smile and wave at the mass as the carriage starts moving.

He only lets go when the crowd has thinned, but his smile is gone long before that. As soon as the curtain has closes, the king sinks to his knees. There’s not much space in the carriage and his nose brush the archduke’s knees as the man spreads his legs.

“I apologise, Your Grace.”

The duke’s eyes turn towards him with a glint of something cruel as he evenly says, “Whatever for, Your Majesty?”

Truthfully, he doesn’t know, but there’s only so many things he could have done that would make the duke so angry. He speaks clearly, knowing better than to stumble over his words.

“I went against your will. I didn’t think-”

The duke’s hand moves and he flinches, expecting a hit. It only tangles in his hair, pulling his head up sharply. The duke doesn’t look composed anymore, and his voice is not so even as his lips curl into a sneer.

“You were never asked to think, were you?”

The tight space of the carriage makes it feel as though he is looming over the prince when he leans forward.

“Opposing me so publicly – Did you think you were allowed an opinion on my decisions? That you could… express it? Publicly?”

The hand in his hair tightens its grip and the duke shakes him a little. He doesn’t even try to speak to defend itself.

“I think not. I think His Royal Majesty simply forgot his place.”

The king swallows. He tries to lower his eyes, but the duke grabs his chin, nails almost digging into the skin – but not yet; there’ll be another crowd at the palace’s gates.

“My apologies, Your Grace. I didn’t- I didn’t realise it meant so much-”

He can’t flinch away from the slap. It’s almost a relief that the duke has let go of his hair, both because his neck and back were starting to hurt and because there’s no way he could have dressed his hair again if it became too dishevelled. He doesn’t have the luxury of another blunder right now.

“You naïve little fool. Everything I do means something. Every. Single. Thing.” Every word is punctuated with a sharp squeeze of the hand holding his chin, and the king assumes it’s already reddened. He can’t feel crescent-shaped thing digging into him yet, which should make it easier to hide.

The duke is in control enough – and kind enough – to not backhand him. There are no rings to scratch at him, and he shouldn’t bruise from this.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into that pretty little head of yours, but we’re going to fix it.”

Another flinch from the king, who forces himself to meet the duke’s eyes. “Please, Your Grace, I swear-”

The duke surges forward, pulling the king along. The king is slammed against the carriage’s wall, pinned under the duke’s frame. The duke is still holding his chin, but his other hand trails down the king’s chest, fingers splayed possessively.

“You’ve been such a wicked ward, haven’t you? Teasing me, defying me, making such a spectacle of us both.” He presses close, lips brushing the shell of the king’s ear. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty, I’m going to take good care of you. Do such a good job reminding you of your place.”

He keeps the king pinned a while longer before relaxing his grip and stepping away. The king sinks back to his knees, burying his face into the duke’s robes.

“Your Grace, please-”

“That’s more like. This is the respect you should have shown to me earlier.” He buries his hand in the king’s hair, almost petting. “Shh, there’s no need to cry. I’ll guide you. Put you back into your proper place.”

He tilts the king’s head up with a brush of his knuckles. “It’s my responsibility – my right – to discipline you when you stray.” His thumb brushes softly over the king’s lower lip. “We’ll work together, you and I, hmm?”

“Please-”

The duke tries to maintain his façade but his eyes glitter with satisfaction, something almost predatory in the way he looks down. He loves seeing this – a desperate, submissive king, completely at his mercy and grovelling for forgiveness.

“Shh. I told you there was no need for his.”

His hand moves from the king’s chin to his throat. His grip stays lax, more possessive than anything else.

“I suppose it’s been a while, but that’s no reason to behave like this.” A sharp squeeze to make the king meets his eyes. “When we arrive, you’re going to walk beside me; head held high and that pretty smile of yours for the crowd.”

His grip tightens a little as a flash of anger darkens his face. “If you even think about disobeying me again, so publicly at that, I will destroy you. Is that clear?”

The king swallows, throat bobbing under the duke’s grip. He nods, but the duke’s doesn’t relent. He lowers his eyes.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

A smile spreads on the duke’s face, wicked and slow. He lets go of the king’s throat, fingers trailing down. He leans back slightly.

“Good boy, I knew you’d see reason.” He lets go, straightening his collar and smoothing out any wrinkles with meticulousness.

“Remember, love, your happiness, your safety – your very existence depends on pleasing me.” His tone is gentle, almost sweet. “I can be very generous to those who obey, darling. You’ve seen it.”

He pulls the king up, pushing him back on the settee and not paying him any more attention as he tries to quickly straighten his clothes. The carriage slows down as they approach the gate and a smile is back on the duke’s face. “Let’s put on a good show, hmm? Smile for your adoring subjects.”

He doesn’t grant the king any time, quickly opening the door. The king pushes himself up and almost scrambles – but not because that would be stupid – forward to smile and wave and pretend.

 The duke steps out behind the king, leaning close. “Such a good king, aren’t you? So well-trained, so obedient.” His hand finds the small of the king’s back in a gesture that appears supportive. It burns like a brand but neither of their smile waver.

He raises a hand to acknowledge the crowd’s adoration, smile just shy of seductive. “Please, Your Majesty. We have much to discuss in private.”

He bows slightly, letting the king leads them – though he stiffens with every step. The mask falls as soon as they’re behind closed doors, and the duke stalks forward.

“Alone at last,” he almost purrs, matching the king’s retreat step for step. “Now then, my disobedient little pet,” he grips the king’s wrist tightly, pulling him flush against his chest. “Let’s discuss your transgressions properly, shall we?”

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Whumper who has the ability to control Whumpee's emotions but decides to do it in a real subtle way where they let them react to things except with the completely wrong emotion. They show them a dog dying and makes them burst out laughing. They show them a comedy movie and makes them burst into tears. Shows them a picture of their loved one and fills them with intense hatred, etc.

And the Whumpee doesn't know Whumper has the ability to control their emotions so they don't understand what the heck is wrong with them and thinks they're going insane.

[whumpologyy]

“You think I don’t notice when you leave me?” Whumper murmurs. “The way your eyes glaze over, the way you go still?"

They run their fingers over Whumpee's cheek.

"That’s not allowed anymore.”

[whumpologyy]

“You think I don’t notice when you leave me?” Whumper murmurs. “The way your eyes glaze over, the way you go still?"

They run their fingers over Whumpee's cheek.

"That’s not allowed anymore.”

[schadenfreude-whump]

They don't fully believe whumpee, at first.

Sure, they were hurt. Horrifically, even. There's no denying the scars. But the things they describe? There's just no way someone could do such horrific things to a person, and there's no way a person could walk away from that. There must be embellishments, hyperbole, some misremembering.

Then they find the tapes.

[fineiguessimintowhump]

whumpee who was raised/groomed in a situation where physical punishments are common, then gets put with handlers who refuse to do that but highly restrict behavior, personal expression, and identity, leaving whumpee with constant unresolved fear and shame, along with self-destructive and self-harm tendencies.

sigh wistfully. conditioning my beloved.

i think whumpee woule take a while to understand punishments. like. to them, they'd just be - wrong. they'd be failing over and over but never actually punished for that it'd be a lot more internalised and that's so so good.

also good old 'desperate whumpee tries to goad their whumpers into being physical' and the despair that ensues. sigh. beloved.

thank you i will be thinking about this.

[aggrieved-devotion]

Handler caring for Living Weapon as if they were any other tool

Washing and braiding their hair. More intricate braids to show off how compliant LW is

Ending training early because Handler knows where LWs limits are better than LW does.

LW gets hurt, and Handler fights anyone trying to send them back out into the field before they're fully healed up

Manhandling LW, showing a colleague all their specialties, comparing it with someone elses LW

Finding a new bruise on LW that they didn't put there and demanding to know where it came from. Punishing LW for not taking better care of themselves, don't they know how valuable they are?

"My last one was bigger but this one is so much faster."

Buying new "accessories" to make LW more lethal, brass knuckles, new knives, etc

Some of those accessories are surgical enhancements.

Piercings as accessories or badges showing Handlers accomplishments

[aggrieved-devotion]

Handler caring for Living Weapon as if they were any other tool

Washing and braiding their hair. More intricate braids to show off how compliant LW is

Ending training early because Handler knows where LWs limits are better than LW does.

LW gets hurt, and Handler fights anyone trying to send them back out into the field before they're fully healed up

Manhandling LW, showing a colleague all their specialties, comparing it with someone elses LW

Finding a new bruise on LW that they didn't put there and demanding to know where it came from. Punishing LW for not taking better care of themselves, don't they know how valuable they are?

"My last one was bigger but this one is so much faster."

Buying new "accessories" to make LW more lethal, brass knuckles, new knives, etc

Some of those accessories are surgical enhancements.

Piercings as accessories or badges showing Handlers accomplishments

[tracingthetapestry]

whumper who would keenly watch out for things whumpee liked so that they could snatch it up, because they loved to see the split second of devastation on whumpee's face, before they'd try to cover it up. depriving them of any and all comforts.

so once whumpee has been rescued, they always do their very best to hide their joy when something they find lovely is within reach. even though whumper would eventually realise when they liked something too much, maybe these people won't. they haven't known whumpee for as long as whumper did, after all.

when caretaker tries to query after whumpee's preferences, they clam up and give the answers as vaguely as possible— anything other than neutral and detached will be used to hurt them, honestly, but they'd eat a hundred of that wretched broccoli dish if it meant they could get a bite or two of their favourite every once in a while.

one day, caretaker reached out to gently ruffle whumpee's hair, and they have to stand so still in order to stop themself from leaning into the warm touch. they are almost overwhelmed by their longing to press back, but that will only make caretaker realise how much they love this, and then they might start pulling at their hair with the pretense of ruffling it. whumpee would undeniably fall for it.

so they shut up. they don't move. and they keep hoping that caretaker won't notice and put an end to it.

[ash-and-bone-whump]

Back on my shapeshifter bullshit

-Shifting back to their base form when unconscious. Unable to sustain the larger and stronger form.

-Shifting to an animal form because it represses human thoughts and emotions, giving their body time to rest in a way that their human mind didn't allow.

-Keeping a large battle form for months, until eventually the conflict is over and they finally sleep, waking up the next morning in a form they haven't felt safe enough to use in forever.

-caretaker trying to convince them to change out of an animal form so they can treat their injuries, but the shifter is too exhausted to do so.

[tendertenebrosity]

Allow me to add: 

- Multiple shifts, one after another, over and over until they just - can’t. 

- The moment of realisation and recognition in a caretaker or friend’s eyes, as they realise the slavering beast they had just been terrified of is their friend, and throw their arms around it 

- Wounds staying when they shift back to human, much more obvious or serious when seen on naked human skin 

- A trail of bloody footprints that change from animal to human as the caretaker follows it into somewhere small and dark and hidden 

[jigglycrow]

When whumpees give that tiny, shaky, singular, little nod:

* Because they're scared to say yes

* Because they've desperately wanted to say yes and are finally able to

* Because they're ashamed of what they're agreeing to

* Because they're frightened of the reaction they're going to get

* Because they're too injured / out of it to do anything else.

* Because they don't really mean it but feel like they have to agree anyway

* Because that's all they can manage to do without breaking down completely.

* Because they can't communicate any other way

Anything else??

[for-the-ouchies]

(Putting a little warning here for a less than ideal attitude to the idea of getting better / prioritising one's own needs / being a “burden”.)

Whumpee's been told they need to recover, but they're not sure that's actually a good idea?

They know about recovery. Recovery is messy and complicated and hurtful. It means taking up space and making people upset. It means backslides and breakdowns. It means mourning.

Isn't it better for whumpee to just stay as they are? Sure, they're not really a person right now, let alone a well-adjusted one, but they're functioning. Maybe they're unobtrusive and obedient, and aren't those good traits? Maybe they're stoic and efficient, and aren't those qualities widely praised?

Surely no one actually wants them to be emotional, be upset, take up space, demand thinks they want, set boundaries? Surely they're much easier to look after the way they are? People say “you need to recover” but whumpee thinks those people would probably like them less if they tried to.

[mement0m0rbid2]

Whumpers who casually manhandle the whumpees, as if doing so is completely natural. They don't even think twice about it. Whumpee is trying to crawl away? Oh, just grab them by the ankle and pull them back. Whumpee's head is pointed in a suspicious direction, as if looking for an escape? Pull them by the hair so their eyes are forced away. Trying to yell for help? Put them in a chokehold, without so much as a change in expression.

Just little things that reinforce the power dynamics and show how helpless Whumpee truly is. For them, it's Hell on Earth. For Whumper, it's Tuesday.

[yellowcatwhumps]

Especially if there are other people in the room. Whumper's having a casual conversation while dragging whumpee around. Barely paying attention as they push whumpee down to their knees, which joking with friends.

[lovelizards]

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