whump things that have been stuck in my head lately
catch poles. the often appreciated collar trope, plus a long solid pole to keep them at arms length? *chefs kiss* the bit around their neck pulling tight every time they struggle, as if they could even reach their captor in the first place. and ya know whats better than one catch pole? a catch pole on each side.
characters restrained and then led somewhere. specifically when they're playing along because they know it would just hurt more to fight back or because they're waiting for the right moment to strike
sprained ankles/pulled muscles in the legs. it's not too serious at first, but they can't afford to stop and rest it, so it gets worse and more painful with every step. trying to run as fast as they can with an awkward limping jump on their bad leg.
an absurd number of restraints for just one character. yes, i'm absolutely sure they need a shackle on each limb, one for their neck, and one around their torso for good measure, all pulled taught until they can't move an inch in any direction.
BANDAGES VISIBLE UNDER CLOTHING. especially under the same clothes the injury was received, with clean white wrappings peeking through bloody rips and tears.
minor injuries that are inconvenient or just plain painful. burns on the hands, small cuts that sting with every movement, head injuries dripping blood into a character's eyes.
a character being beat up who just refuses to stay down even as they get more and more bloody and bruised, staggering to their feet or leaning heavily against a wall. glaring at their attacker through black eyes and sneering at them with blood-stained teeth.
a loose thought: spy whump kidnapping but the victim is a much more experienced professional than the captor -prettyboysincollars
@prettyboysincollars
(about this post) okay so I'm gonna be real with you I am not versed in spy whump whatsoever. @straight-to-the-pain is a spy whump connoisseur though unless I'm mistaken?? so I'm tagging them!
Hello yes espionage whump is my jam, this is an excellent idea.
Like, just generally I love it when the person tied to the chair still has the upper hand. Maybe they’re actually manipulating their captor into telling them what they now, maybe they pretend to break just to feed them false information. Maybe they got captured on purpose so they could spy on them or rescue a friend.
I do very much love it when the captive manages to sow doubt in their torturer’s mind, have they tied the ropes tightly enough, do they even know how to hold that knife properly? Or maybe there’s multiple whumpers and they play them against each other, picking at the insecurities of the subordinates.
I’m a huge fan of a whumper making a whumpee sleep in their bed with them.
Whumpee might be reluctant, but way too tired to fight back. Maybe the whumper encases them in their arms, their hands around whumpee’s waist. Whumpee might be too scared to move away or maybe they thrash around so much that Whumper has to bind them down. Whumper might make them lay on their chest and stroke their hair while they have a conversation.
Alternatively, maybe Whumper doesn’t touch Whumpee at all. Maybe they stay on their side of the bed as Whumpee anticipates the worst, but it never comes. Whumper really likes how anxious they get, and how they flinch and whimper every time Whumper shifts, expecting their captor to hurt them every second.
She’s always cute after a whipping. Too exhausted and overwhelmed with pain to spit fury at him, and too afraid to disobey. Riven trails the braided leather across her latest stripes, smearing the blood and drawing a weak, miserable whimper from her throat.
“Cute,” he comments aloud. “You look like you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yes sir,” she answers, a little urgent – but not outright wailing and pleading. “I’ve learned, I’m sorry I disobeyed, I’m sorry.”
There’s a lot of room to make her more desperate. Riven drags the whip gently over her back again, mulling it over.
“I’m sorry,” Ariadne repeats, a little sob breaking her voice. “Please, sir, I’ve had enough, please…”
Riven coils the whip loosely and strolls across the room to drop it into the sink. He hears her exhale and is instantly tempted to pick it back up. But not this time.
She doesn’t move as he walks round in front of her, not even to inch her fingers away from his boots. Her head stays down, so he leans down to catch her chin. There’s no resistance as he turns her face up.
The harsh light of the interrogation room is not kind, glistening off the tears and exaggerating the blotches in her cheeks, the dark hollows under her eyes. The bruise on her cheekbone is almost faded, but he can still just about make out the fading smudge of colour. He runs a thumb none too gently across it, and grabs her jaw to halt her weak attempt to pull away.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Almost a whisper this time, hopeless and broken.
Riven smiles. “So polite,” he mocks softly. “This really is the only way to get manners into you, isn’t it?”
“I’ll do better, sir,” she promises, even though they both know she’ll be snapping at him again as soon as she dares.
“I doubt it,” Riven smirks, and watches her flinch.
Her head drops again as soon as he lets it go.
“Am I dismissed, sir?” she asks tremulously. “Please?”
“Can you get up?” Riven challenges.
She tries, on shaking legs. The weak little “anh!” as her bruised knees hit the ground again is just gorgeous.
“Let me help you,” Riven hums.
“I can do it sir,” she protests, but he takes her arms anyway and she doesn’t fight him. There’s raw fear in the way she searches his face. He holds her steady until she has her balance, then turns away to collect her discarded clothes for her.
The shirt and undershirt behave as one garment. He holds it out for her to put her arms in, suppressing a chuckle at her obvious apprehension. She cooperates, and he dresses her like a child, careful to hold the fabric away from her back as he pulls it down her body.
“Thank you, sir,” she mumbles, and earns herself another grin.
“Lean on me,” he instructs. She does. She knows that if she fights it he’ll put an arm round her back. She keeps her eyes on the floor as he leads her through the security room, unwilling to look at her coworkers at the computers. They don’t look at her either, and they don’t challenge Riven. He notes a little smugly that Sam has moved a browser window over the top of the feed from the room he was just using.
“Sir?” Ariadne queries plaintively when he steers right at the end of the hall. “Where are we going?”
“I won’t make you work this afternoon,” he tells her. “But since you can’t be trusted, I think I’ll keep an eye on you for the rest of the day.”
Distrust and dislike ghost across her features, but she’s too cowed to argue.
Max waves a greeting as they enter the office. He smirks as he takes in Ariadne’s obvious distress and Riven smiles right back at him. He takes Ariadne to his desk, then pauses to make a little show of deciding where to put her.
“Right here,” he decides, pointing at the floor beside his chair.
Ariadne balks, then tries to disguise her reluctance as confusion. “Sir?”
“On your knees,” he commands with relish, “right here.”
He could drag her into position and push her down, but he waits for her to sink to her knees on her own. Red blooms in her cheeks and creeps outwards to her hairline. Riven pulls up his chair and settles comfortably. He leans back and rests a hand on the top of her head and it feels fucking fantastic.
Nothing says power quite like having some hapless broken wreck of a person kneeling by your feet.
The warm glow lasts as he settles in to tackle his emails. If he’s totally honest, it’s a distraction. Bloome would be completely right to write him up for a lack of professionalism. Which is why he wouldn’t be doing this if Bloome was in the office. Everyone here has already seen Ariadne’s stripes.
He has to wonder whether she knows that too, or if she’s waiting on tenterhooks for the humiliation of being caught on her knees.
If she is, she doesn’t show it. She’s gone distant now, drained and exhausted in the aftermath of the adrenaline. She sits shivering and silent with her head down and her hands folded neatly in her lap.
She flinches when Riven reaches out to muss her hair. It’s very charming.
Everything about this is charming. He can’t believe he’s never thought of it before. She’s perfect like this, his perfect little toy. Right here where he wants her.
Whumpee confidently standing at gunpoint thinking they can talk their way out of the situation, suddenly becoming a lot less confident when Whumper cocks the gun and points it directly at Whumpee’s head
@whumpawink, remember when you asked for a resigned but absolutely TERRIFIED whumpee who couldn't contain their fear but still wouldn't talk? Well I didn't forget, and it's here now. Whumptober ate me alive. Thank you for being patient with me!! You're lovely.
Okay yall, don't judge me, but sidekick/hero/villain fit better than whumpee/caretaker/whumper for this, so I'm breaking style a little bit lol.
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Sidekick's screams rang through the room as Villain drug the knife down their thigh. The fire cut through the fog of agony that permeated every cell of their body. As Whumper pulled the blade away, Sidekick chocked on a sob, watching the blood well up in the gash, then spill over, trailing hot down the side of their leg.
"P-pleasee, V-il-llain. I- I cant." Their voice shook so badly they were surprised Villain could make out what they were saying anymore. "I-I can't."
Villain raised the knife high.
"No! No no no n-no.." Villain grunted as they brought it down. A jolt of panic snapped through Sidekick's stomach as the knife nicked their wrist, driving deep into the wooden arm of the chair. The tiniest bead of blood seeped from the cut.
Sidekick tried to keep their mouth shut, but their breaths came so fast and shallow; their own tongue chocked them when they tried. So they sucked in sharp, painful breaths through gritted teeth. Their lungs wouldn't take more than that. An invisible force pressed in on all sides of their ribcage, threatening to crush it. pressing in on the cracks in bone - making breathing impossible. They breathed anyway. Short, punching breaths that wrapped around them like fire.
Their head spun with pain and want for air as their mind scrambled to stay quiet. They counted the broken bones in their hands. Their ribs. Almost definitely their collarbone. It was impossible to tell. Everything was a wash of agony. Each breath punched against the shards and blood, making their stomach twist and spin. They'd throw up if there was anything left. They didn't know how they were still crying.
Villain gripped Sidekick's hair, yanking their head back to look at them. Sidekick whined as the motion pushed against their oddly-hung shoulder. Their head pounded. "You gave up being brave days ago. Why the fuck haven't you cracked yet?"
Sidekick screwed their eyes shut. "I-I can't."
"You can and you will." Villain's fingers twisted in tighter. Sidekick let out a cry as they felt the gash behind their ear open up again. "I could shatter every bone in your body. Leave you a limp, sobbing puddle on the ground."
Sidekick sobbed as the image filled their mind. Villain wouldn't let them bleed out. They'd never let them die. They were vicious, but nothing they had done was life-threatening. They were too smart for that. Sidekick would go insane, lost in the abyss of shattering pain long before their heart gave out.
Their mind wandered into the memories of madness.
It still wouldn't be as bad as...
No. It was worth it. This was better than Hero.
Villain growled, tossing Sidekick's head back as they released them. They rocked the knife back and forth until it jerked out of the wood. "I'm not fucking with you. It took me years to find that weapon. And you're going to tell me where Hero is hiding it."
Sidekick's lip trembled so much they could hardly spit out the words. "I....I can't."
They flinched hard - zip ties at their wrist biting into flesh as Villain dragged the tip of the knife over the back of their hand. "Oh, yes you can. You think you can protect Hero? You're wrong."
Sidekick watched the knife press against skin, squealing as it dug in - just a little. Barely enough to draw blood. "P-please. I'm not protecting them. I - I can't, I just - I can't."
Villain paused, twisting the knife idly as they searched Sidekick's face. Sidekick squeaked as the blade lightly scraped along the inside of the cut. They couldn't bring themselves to meet Villain's calculating gaze.
"What do you mean you're not protecting them."
Shit.
Sidekick's mind scrambled to cover the blunder. "I-I'm not. They're just. I. They don't....they don't need to..."
Sidekick screamed as the knife slipped down, slicing and biting between tiny bones. The pain shot up their, melting and mixing in with the rest. They sobbed and twitched around the blade anyway.
"S-stop! Please stop!"
"Don't lie to me. That won't end well for you."
Sidekick swallowed thickly, still gasping. "I'm-n-not-"
They screamed again as Villain twisted the knife. The blade pressed flesh against tiny bones, forcing a scream up their raw throat.
Sidekick's fingers twitched back as they fell into panic again. "S-stop! Please!"
Villain held the knife in place. Their bones felt like they were bending around it. "If you aren't protecting them, then why haven't you told me what I want to know?"
Sidekick choked on a sob. Every twitch pulled against the knife. Every breath sent spikes of pain down their limbs. "I-I'm not..." They took a few quick shaky breaths. "Th-ehy can't know I tttold you anything."
Villain searched their face again. Sidekick gasped again as they stopped the twisting, letting the knife slide more naturally into place. Still agonizing, but no longer grinding against bone. Sidekick didn't know if they were panting in pain or relief.
"Explain."
Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut. Shook their head back and forth in small, jerky motions.
"Tell me." The knife twisted again. Sidekick's screams rang in their ear, throbbing thorough their skull. The slicing, grinding pain vibrated through their bones, curling their toes.
"Focus." Villain cooed. "Why are you so scared of them finding ou- ... Oh. Wait a second." Villain slipped the knife out. Sidekick sucked in a sharp, shaky breath as they felt blood welling up in the gash.
Villain stepped back, glancing over them. "Ah... You are afraid. Afraid of them. What they'll do to you."
No....no no no no no. Sidekick's mind screamed at them. They can't know.
But they already knew.
Sidekick didn't have the energy to hide the widening of their eyes. The way their breath caught. The way their lip trembled at the thought of Hero's hands on them.
Villain crossed their arms. "I'm not sure if I should be amused, furious, or just generally offended. You're really that much more afraid of them than me?"
Sidekick bit their lip. Their head was nodding before they had even fully processed the question.
Villain paused, staring at the ceiling. They twirled the knife between their fingertips, contemplating. A spark of amusement crawled across their face. Their eyes trailed back to Sidekick.
Sidekick's eyes followed the knife as it glinted down to their skin again. Villain let the tip of the blade trail delicate patterns over their arm. Goosebumps prickled up under it. Sidekick squirmed, involuntarily bruising themselves against the harsh wooden chair even as it pressed against their cracked ribs.
"So....tell me. What exactly would they do to you if they found out you gave me top-secret information?"
Sidekick stared up at them, trembling. They clenched their jaw tight. Did Villain really think they were going to just hand them ideas?
"What if it was something really important?" Villain grinned, slipping the knife under their chin. Sidekick let their trembling jaw tip up toward's Villain's grin. "Would it be unbearable? Would your ears bleed from the sound of your own screams? I want a visual here."
Sidekick searched their eyes for clues, but found nothing but amusement. "N-nothing. They would....I mean. Nothing would happen. Because I wouldn't. I w-would never."
Villain laughed lightly at their response. "I think you're misunderstanding me." The knife danced down to their collarbone. Sidekick twitched back from it, pressing harder against the wooden back of the chair. Villain hummed on. "What if you told someone - say me, for example - about something very important - like...how Hero planned for Civilian's death?"
Sidekick froze.
They stared up at Villain, eyes wide.
For a moment, the pain washed away - replaced with sheer disorientation and terror. They searched for the lie. For the bluff. Any thing in Villain's eyes to prove it really was just an example.
They couldn't find it.
"You can't....How? How d-do you know about that?" They breathed.
Villain grinned down at them. "I just told you. You told me that information. At least, that's what I'll tell Hero." They stepped back, gesturing with the knife to Sidekick's trembling form. "And why wouldn't they believe it? You're the only one who knows. And just look at you. Blubbering. Covered in your own blood. Voice raw from screaming. You're such a mess. Why wouldn't they assume you just cracked under the right pressure?"
Sidekick tried to force the thought from their mind. "You - you wouldn't."
"Hmm...There isn't much I wouldn't do. " Villain pressed the blade against the zip tie at Sidekick's left wrist. "And I'd be lying if I said I don't want to see what they'll do to you."
Sidekick whined as the knife bit down, snapping the narrow plastic. Villain cut the second one too.
Villain gripped Sidekick by the arm, jerking them up and out of the chair. Sidekick stumbled forward as Villain shoved them toward the door. Their legs were numb and prickling, laced with gashes and blood. They crumbled under Sidekick's weight, sending them spiraling to the ground at the guards' feet. The world spun as the fresh jolt of pain washed over them.
Darkness flashed across their vision.
Don't pass out don't pass out don't pass out...
They blinked away the blur. Sidekick took a few shaky breaths, and heaved themselves onto their back, gasping and groaning as their weight pressed against cuts and broken bones. Everything throbbed.
But they couldn't leave.
They couldn't.
They looked up at Villain. "W-what are you doing!?"
Villain smirked, turning to sit in the now-empty chair. "Letting you go."
Sidekick tried to stand. Failed. They smacked back down against the floor. "...no..."
Villain leaned back, crossing their legs neatly. "Oh yes. Thank you so much for the information on Hero. Now run along home and tell them all about it."
Sidekick drug themself closer, half crawling. "No...no please. Don't do this." Blood dripped off their jaw as they spoke the trembling words.
"Is there a problem?" Villain feigned surprise. "Oh! Of course. You probably can't walk." Villain snapped their fingers. The guards - so still that they had blended in with the wall - moved forward instantly.
"My men will give you a ride home. They'll make sure you get there safe and sound after being so helpful."
A hand pressed down on their shoulder, and Sidekick shrugged it off, pulling themself closer to where Villain sat. "No! No, please Villain. Please. You don't know that they'll do to me!"
Villain tilted their head, glancing down at them. "No, you're right. I don't know. And I really don't care either."
Sidekick dragged themselves the rest of the way, grabbing Villain's knee with their good hand, forcing themself up to their knees. Rough hands gripped their arms, but quickly fell away when Villain raised a dismissive hand.
Sidekick gripped them, blinking away the dizziness. "Please."
Villain scooped a hand under their jaw, tilting their face up. "You know what I want to hear."
Sidekick trembled. They didn't have a choice. Not anymore.
"If...if I tell you, you won't-"
"No," Villain cut in. "Tell me what I want to know and Hero will never find out that I know about Civilian."
Sidekick took a shaky breath. They tried to drop their head, but Villain's fingers pressed back up, not letting them drop an inch.
"O-okay. I'll....okay." Their fingers were trembling more than their voice. The words that had been teetering on their tongue for four days finally spilled from their mouth.
"It's - it's buried. By the river. Seven steps west of a wildlife preserve sign by the stone bridge two miles in from the cove trailhead."
When they opened their eyes, Villain was grinning at them.
"Very good." They gave a pointed look to one of the guards, who disappeared from the room - likely to go retrieve the weapon.
Regret immediately flooded through Sidekick's chest as the footsteps faded away, down the hall, off to seal Sidekick's fate. The sensation was like lead in their beings, weighing them down. Blurring the world in front of them. Sidekick tried to pull their head back, but Villain's nails bit into the skin, pinning them there. Sidekick sucked in a sharp breath, but didn't try to pull away.
"Not so fast," Villain murmured. Sidekick whined, forcing themselves to stay stretched up on their knees. They didn't move as Villain's hand released them, then slid up their jaw, over their temple, and stroked their blood-matted hair. "I'll bet there's all kinds of juicy secrets in that pretty little head of yours."
Sidekick flinched away from the touch, but didn't dare struggle. They stared up at Villain with wide eyes. "No...no, please. No. I-I already told you ab-"
"Exactly." Villain scratched idly behind their ear, not responding to how Sidekick twitched under the touch. "You gave me the weapon. Now...what do you think Hero will do to you if they find out about that, hmm?"
Fresh tears spilled down Sidekick's cheeks. They squeezed their eyes shut, trying to wrap their mind around the thought. Their voice wasn't even a whisper. "N-no.... no no no..."
Villain's hand continued stroking across their scalp. "Tell me everything, and they'll never touch you. Deal?"
Sidekick sobbed, trying desperately to suck in air.
"I said," Villain's fingers twisted into their hair again, jerking up. "Do we have a deal?"
Sidekick bit their lip, squeezing their eyes more even when it made the ache in their head unbearable.
They could never go home again. Even if Villain killed them...that would be better.
Honestly I love when whumpees 'stuck' in one way or another. It's such a lovely and constant source of anxiety through the whole scene whether it's a background factor or the main theme. I just love it. Here, have some prompts!
Whumpee twisting and pulling against the ropes, red rashes and bruising slowly forming with their pathetic attempts.
"Oh, I'm sorry - is that too tight? Good."
Whumpee freezing as they hear the lock on the door click. Realization washing over them.
"If you keep struggling, this will hurt more."
Whumpee beating themself against the door of a closet, desperately trying to break free. Bruising their shoulders and fists over and over again until they slump, sobbing, to the ground.
"Aww, you look so cute just dangling like that. Sorry, but I don't think I can resist giving you a spin."
Whumpee's fingers going numb and tingly from being restrained too long, too right, or at too odd an angle.
Of course, Whumper pinning Whumpee to the wall. By their wrists. By their arms. A hand at their throat. All good stuff.
OR Whumper slowly advancing as Whumpee skitters back until they are pressed against the wall. Whumper doesn't touch, just lean against the wall with one hand on either side of them, trapping them.
"Looks like there's no where else to run. What are you going to do now?"
A knife pressed hard against Whumpee's throat. How they immediately stop thrashing, speaking, or fighting. They know if they even flinch, it will break the skin. They go completely still, trying to force desperate breaths to stay shallow and smooth.
Whumpee's arms held tight at an unnatural angle - be it a stress position or just tied a little too tight. The way they shiver and writhe, trying to relieve the pressure.
"If you don't hold still, I'll use barbed wire instead."
Whumpee caught by a hand wound through their hair. They can kick and scream and pull all they want, but they're not going anywhere.
"Last chance. Stop fighting me."
Whumpee with broken bones. Unable to walk. Completely dependent on Whumper to move and/or care for them.
A weak whumpee struggling against a much stronger whumper. The amount of effort it takes to hold them still is almost laughable.
"P-please no. Not the box. Not again. It's - it's s-so small."
Whumpee sprinting through a maze, skittering to a stop as they hit another dead end. They scramble back the other way only to stop dead in their tracks as Whumper rounds the corner.
"Aww. You can hardly even wriggle. No, don't look so embarrassed. It's adorable."
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These tag lists are just a plot for me to be hand-delivered whump I like, so please tag me if you use any.
an underappreciated team member (maybe the weakest) being captured by the enemy while the team is on a mission. despite the leader’s promises to everyone that no one will be left behind, it’s bern weeks with whumper and there hasn’t even been a sign of a rescue attempt. and whumper is getting into their head about how weak and useless they are to the team, how much stronger and valuable and important they could be if they switched sides.
ohohoho i LIKE this...could go a few different ways~
leader is consumed with guilt over having promised no one would get hurt, and then having to see whumpee captured and not be able to do anything to stop it. Leader devotes all their time and energy to saving whumpee, but it just isn't enough and they collapse out of exhaustion
leader came to rescue whumpee within the first few days, but the rescue attempt failed and leader was captured by whumper and kept in a separate cell than whumpee. of course, whumper didn't tell whumpee this so that whumpee thinks leader abandoned them...
leader planned the mission like that so that whumpee would get captured on purpose because if anyone was going to be collateral damage, it might as well be the weakest link.
Leader had fed whumpee with all sorts of false information they wanted the whumper to know, as a trick set-up to their new plan. The whumpee thought this was valuable information they needed to keep secret, but leader was planning on whumpee breaking under torture and revealing it, which would cause whumper to fall into their trap.
whumpee is captured and thinks they're going to be tortured for information, but in reality, "whumper" wants them to join their side because they see the potential in whumpee that leader is just throwing away
they eventually show whumpee that leader was just using them, though at first it seems like "whumper" is trying to manipulate them into thinking leader is evil and has abandoned them. whumpee doesn't know what to think
Leader had fed whumpee with all sorts of false information they wanted the whumper to know, as a trick set-up to their new plan. The whumpee thought this was valuable information they needed to keep secret, but leader was planning on whumpee breaking under torture and revealing it, which would cause whumper to fall into their trap.
yes!! whumpee enduring hours, days of torture, holding onto secrets that they’re sure are absolutely critical to keep. they cry, they scream, theyeven beg, but they don’t answer any of the whumper’s questions. when they do finally break, sobbing out one of the “secrets”, whumper pauses and watches them with budding concern and curiosity. what they were just told was obviously a lie, false information, but whumpee gave up so much to protect it. maybe whumpee isn’t a valuable asset so much as a pawn that’s been abused even by their own people. maybe whumper can untie them and give them a chance at being valued, once they spill all the rest of their worthless secrets.
(Same anon) I agree 100%. Torturing someone to change them, even for the better, is of course wrong (I'm assuming that's why they said it's toxic?), but if, for example, the whumpee was someone who wouldn't hesitate to torture someone else and is now put in this situation, they might think "holly shit, this is what I put people through?" Their redemption is still valid because they realize that their actions were wrong and regret them. They could have used their experience as justification to cause more pain, but they didn't. Another example is a whumpee who was a villain and was mixed with dangerous people. Perhaps their "allies" turned on them once they stopped being useful and they've now realized that instead of getting to know people who would give them power, they should create meaningful bonds that are built on genuine love and respect. I'm not in any way saying that torturing the bad guys to "reform" them is a good thing, but if a character realizes their wrongdoings via getting hurt as a consequence of their actions, it doesn't make their change of heart any less valid.
I totally agree with you! Torturing someone for the specific purpose of trying to make them “better” is of course wrong, but also one of my favorite whump tropes hehe. However, the reason I got so mad at the post is that they weren’t talking about the torturer having the intention to make whumpee “better” because the villain was just being tortured because everyone hated him (rip) and him realizing his past actions were terrible and actively trying to better himself in an environment that was so so not conducive to any kind of healing was just a byproduct of the torment he was going through, not the intention, but the op of the post said that it was “toxic” to even have the two things connected, which I just thought was dumb. But anyway, thanks for letting me rant about this and talk about whump tropes, also for your examples which were very nice 👌🏻
Some of my thoughts about the villain whump trope in general, redemption arcs, and how torture can’t change people’s minds but going through *anything* awful might add depth IF an ex-villain is already considering that his deeds did hurt people, and now he’s seeing what that kind of pain is like...
One thing I will need to lean more on in Captured is that Harrow/Alsander did not get launched on a redemption arc because of the torture he went through in his story. He started his redemption arc when his world burned down around him and he found that all the power he had was useless for saving people’s lives, and even the fire he normally controlled nearly killed him. He learned that his power was all illusion, and couldn’t do anything truly important.
So by the time he gets caught and taken to be tortured he’s already spent two *years* doing some uncomfortable soul searching trying to find out who he is if he’s not the Leader of the Ashmadai any more.
What he gets out of the torture is seeing someone like Conroy- and knowing him as a MIRROR of his old self. I think this is a realization he’ll need to voice aloud to Tristan- but what struck him the most was how ALIKE his old self and Conroy were. He was shown his own darkness. And recoiled from it.
He also had to deal with how this captivity was the indirect result, in his view, of his former life and deeds. It did feed into his guilty conscience. He saw it as his old world catching up to him, and questioned whether maybe it was some kind of universal or divine justice- Which Conroy’s justifications of the torture did NOT help. It’s left to the reader to decide in which ways this is true, and which ways it is definitely not. Harrow/San sure can’t tell.
Also noncon degrading/humiliation whumper lines please? Like where the whumper gets off on whumpee's pain and shame and keeps reminding them that whumper is doing it not out of attraction, but as a subjugation method?
NSFW Humiliation Lines
(tw: 18+ noncon under the cut)
“Fuck, baby, you feel that? It hurts, doesn’t it? Yeah, look at you, writhing in pain. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“You know I’m not doing this ‘cause I like you, right? I’m doing this so I can hear you scream.”
“Getting off on your own pain, huh? God, you’re fucking depraved, aren’t you? My little slut.”
“Yeah, keep screaming, keep crying. Keep begging me to stop. You know that’s how I like it.”
“Wish you were this tight every time. So you could feel yourself breaking over and over again.”
A little tip for all artists (or anyone who just wants to create a whumpee character).
There's this app called 'Magic Poser' where you can put one or more figures into any pose you like.
You can also give them different hair styles, clothes, furnitures or weapon (You have to pay for those. There are also different models. The basic models and a few hair styles are free though.)
This can be really helpful for drawing poses.
So, go crazy if you want. Show me some of your whumpy poses.😉
Imagine human pets being sold to vampires as nutritional solutions. Forever meals that as long as they mildly take care of them, they'll always have a blood supply. Some vampires keep them as treasured companions, love and cherish their little blood bags like most do their precious animals.
Others though woo boy, they are rich enough to not care. They buy discount pets from shelters to abuse and drain. Some for large parties where they are sure to get dismembered and die.
I just love the idea of big, bad vampires both caring for or destroying their humans.
Nightmares that don’t depict the literal truth of what happened to Whumpee. Strange, disjointed images that leave them drained and with a sense of foreboding. Horrible events from the past blending into mundane dreams about their daily life. Old enemies appearing in places where they would expect a friend. Friends appearing in the place of old enemies.
Thanks! :D This prompt was actually inspired by research I did on PTSD, and like the little angst gremlin that I am, I immediately thought about the whump potential.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love a good “let me show you exactly how bad things were, dear reader” literal nightmare, but I also think there’s a lot of potential to show the emotional impact of a whumpee’s past through the non-literal thing and I’d love to see more of that in fiction.
