Gotta Whump

wij day 7 | create a whump prompt for someone else to fill

listen, i am basic, so it's not like this hasn't been done before 🤷‍♀️ but consider.

whumpee siding with whumper.

- whumper and their whumpee are kidnapped and held captive together by super-whumper. there's no way whumpee will make it out alone. they have to take initiative, to support whumper, and to work together.

- or, whumper being injured / sick. but whumpee depends on them for survival. maybe they are so far out in the wild that only whumper knows the way back. or whumper's allies are so powerful, if something were to happen to whumper, whumpee knows it's a death sentence. so it's up to them to keep them alive and nurse them back to health.

idk i just love a nice shift in dynamics. maybe you do, too? there's a day in whumpmas in july dedicated to filling today's prompts (maybe the 31st?). if you like that image too, do it then or at any other time

wij day 3 | prompt: restraints | just a little scene set in my Pet Safety series | @whumpmasinjuly-archive

Bradley tells adventure stories.

No content warnings, just, family Woodward is a mess, and Rosa is traumatized. Set in the BBU.

"Ooooh no, now, the evil dragons are reeeeeeally angry that Captain Raccoon and Rosa broke into the space fortress and that they got away with the princess, and then…"

Rosa smiled softly as Bradley didn't stop babbling. He gestured at his stuffed animals, mimicked dramatic explosions, let the lego starship they'd built together fly at the glowing stars over his bed with sputtering noises that no starship should possibly make. The boy looked like his Dad, from the soft mop of straight black hair to the light brown skin and the wild intelligence sparkling in his eyes. But while Cory used his sharp wits to terrorize everyone around him (and to earn a fortune), Bradley's imagination was caught up in creativity and adventure stories. She wished he'd stay like that forever. She was sure he wouldn't.

"Rosa!" He pulled at her hand. "Rosa, nooooo, I said you need to hide! The evil dragon has seen you! Phooooooooooooooosh, she's breathing fire!"

"Oh no! They hit me!" Rosa dove back into the game. She grabbed her pink cape, the same one Bradley and Captain Raccoon wore, she'd sewn them herself back in the Laundry Room, and shook it dramatically. "My cape is on fire!"

Bradley giggled in delight. "You're losing your superpowers! Oh no! You can't fly! Madam Dragon will catch you!" He lowered his voice into a dangerous hiss, to impersonate the attacking Dragon. "Rooooooss-sss-sssa, you can't essssscape!"

Her blood froze in her veins.

She couldn't move.

The plush dragon crashed into her face.

"You lossssst, har har har!"

Rosa's legs gave in. Her knees landed on legos and the requisites for an intergalactic battle. It felt like cold, flat white tiles.

"Please," she breathed.

"You sssssssought you could get away wissssss the Princesssss?" It wasn't Bradley's childish voice. It wasn't Madam Dragon's fictional voice. It was Cory's voice, Renee's voices, the voices of the handlers, and it was real, and it was true, and it was consuming her, and the Princess suddenly had a name that was lodged in deep in Rosa's heart.

"You're our prissssssoner now, and foreveeeer."

A wooden clank echoed from behind her, like the handle of a skipping rope dropping on a wooden floor, which was odd, because there was no wood in the facilities, there were tiles and metal and cold cruel hands.

"You need to fight, Rosa", the voice of a kid whispered into her ear, while the toy rope was sloppily wound around her wrists. "Come on, you need to fight, or they catch the princess!"

She knew how it ended.

The restraints were too tight. The fight was over, before it had started.

The princess was lost.

Rosa was the dragons' forever.

Her eyes were too dry to cry.

"Rosa?" Bradley whispered.

Whumpee kills Whumper but is arrested (for that or something else)

Whumpee escapes a toxic and traumatic environment and past, only to meet a new Whumper

Whumpee escapes but suffers the physical consequences of the whump

Who understands that they're supposed to bow their head when demeaned and humiliated but doesn't feel upset.

Who knows, logically, that they're being deprived of basic needs, but feels like they can manage alright without.

Who flinches in anticipation of pain and then sighs, exasperated, at their own reaction- they should be used to it by now.

But, hear me out, what if Whumpee is like this because the current situation is so much better than before.

Whumper is like: ’Ha, ha, I’m going to demean you by forcing you to eat out of a bowl on the floor’

Whumpee is thinking: ”I’m getting food every day.”

Whumper: ”Here, sleep on this dog bed like the animal you are.”

Whumpee: ”Sure beats cold concrete.”

Whumper: ”Have a shower in cold water!”

Whumpee: ”It is so nice to be clean.”

Whumper: Slapping whumpee as punishment.

The classic nightmare scene. Whumpee has never slept with people close by for this very reason. Unfortunately, they don’t have a choice this time, and they do, in fact, scream (or cry) in their sleep, in front of someone/everyone.

The person behind the trauma suddenly reappearing in Whumpee’s life. Whumpee losing it—running away, hiding, refusing to engage with anyone. Or even better, trying so hard to pretend they’re okay until they just. Shatter.

Truth serums, spells, and items. Flippantly asking Villain, “Why do you keep doing this?” only to get a gut-wrenching answer in return.

The mind probe. Whumpee is sick/unconscious, and someone does the magical mind probe (I swear this comes up so much in media) to figure out what’s wrong and stumbles on Whumpee’s tragic past.

Teammates unknowingly triggering Whumpee for a while until Whumpee finally just screams it out. The looks of horror.

Also shout out to intentional trauma reveals. For trusting the found family enough to tell them the things that hurt the most.

They're held captive and exhausted from torture, hardly able to see straight, chastising themself for merely fantasizing about freedom instead of working on their escape plan.

They're sprawled out, breathing heavy and trying to get their bearings after the whump. They need to go fetch their first aid kit but they spend a few precious, guilt-ridden minutes bleeding and feeling sorry for themself.

Their first thought when they see whumper is no, please, not now! I have too much to do!

They flit around the house as their bandages grow steadily redder: a ticking time bomb that only further delights the one who hurt them in the first place.

Then, worst of all, they're bound and gagged, growing more anxious with the second as their inability to get anything done gnaws away at their sanity.

whumpee who was abused as a child is abused as an adult. it ruined them, they can't be handled any other way, they need to be shouted at or hit or shoved to keep them in line.

whumpee who was raped is raped again by someone else and raped again and they start to think well nobody gets raped this many times, this is my fault. this has to be my fault.