Whump Blog

Leaning on cabinets and against walls in people's houses. Propping their head up with their hands at the dining table. Steadying themself against a banister on the stairs. Holding on to the post of the traffic light for dear life while they wait to cross the road because if they stand still unsupported they will fall to the ground.

whumpee knows that people are noticing. how could they not? whumpee is exhausted and it’s getting worse. they dread going to sleep at night, and they avoid it as much as they can. they know that every night is going to bring a new violation, a new round of horrifying, painful abuse. even when they do sleep, they don’t get any rest. they’re getting irritable, jumpy, they’re fraying to the point that they don’t know how much longer they can keep going before they’re going to break.

and every day they look at their friends, the people around them, and they want so badly to say something. they want to tell someone what’s being done to them, but the thought of what they would actually say makes them choke on shame and fear. what would they say? nothing is even happening, nothing real. how are they supposed to whine and cry about abuse that doesn’t exist? they can feel hands on them but their body was never touched. every night they’re raped, brutally and violently, and every morning they wake up to phantom pain in a body without a mark on it.

The switch completely flips in the dreams, though, and Whumper acts like a fully different person. This makes it even harder for Whumpee to even convince themselves that it’s real, because how could someone like Whumper really be like that? Maybe it’s just their imagination, some strange subconscious part of them that fears Whumper to that level.

Maybe, one day while hanging out with the group of friends, Whumper says something offhandedly. A phrase they said in the dream, while they were on top of Whumpee. Whumpee’s eyes widen, and when they look at Whumper, there’s a knowing gleam in their eyes.

Yes, that was me. Yes, that was real.

Whumper backhanding Whumpee every time they speak, so Whumpee has to stay completely silent.

Whumpee A knows some sensitive, confidential information and Whumpee B is A's [insert relationship type here], so Whumper kidnaps both and tortures B to get A to talk.

Whumpee is on the floor, lying on their side. Whumper walks up to them and kicks them HARD. Whumpee wraps their arms around their middle, curling up protectively.

Whumpee being presented to Whumper by henchmen. Whumpee is standing in front of Whumper with their hands tied behind their back. Henchman aims a kick at the back of Whumpee's knees, causing them to fall to their knees painfully. Henchman puts a strong hand on Whumpee's shoulder, preventing them from getting back up.

Whumpee sharing the whump with Caretaker. Whumpee, still very traumatised, struggles to get it out. Caretaker patiently waits and gently reminds Whumpee that they don't have to talk about it if they're not ready.

Whumpee A is an older sibling, and Whumpee B is a younger one. They are both locked in a cell. Whenever Whumper or a henchman comes in, A pulls B behind them, hiding their younger sibling protectively

Whumper is constantly touching Whumpee - pulling their hair, grabbing their chin, resting their hands on their waist, squeezing their thighs.

Caretaker is watching all of this, a wide smile on their face. Whumpee turns back to them, their eyes sparkling. “It’s real,” they sigh.

“Yeah,” Caretaker says. “It’s real.”

"You lied to me?!"

Tw, torture

Caretaker acts the exact same as Carewhumper did, giving Whumpee treats, trying their best to keep them happy and calm, making extravagant meals, cuddles and affirmations. That's everything Carewhumper would do, thats how they would treat Whumpee when they weren't torturing them.

Carewhumper didn't punish Whumpee for slipping up, the torture was a timed thing, once a month. Caretaker is overjoyed to see how well Whumpee is reacting when they drop a cup or do something that would get other Whumpee's punished.

Now its the 16th of May and Whumpee is absolutely losing their mind, screaming and crying and nauseous.

"Don't come near me! No!" Whumpee would scream, begging on their hands and knees, Caretaker was so confused, so they could do nothing but sit and comfort them.

"Thank you for everything."

"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

conditioned whumpee inflicting their own punishments, believing theyre crucial to keeping themselves in line and that whumper was right in doing so. maybe not trusting themselves to do the "right thing" without it.

conditioned whumpee who was taught to see the pain as a good thing, giving it to themselves as a twisted sort of reward. how would a caretaker react upon finding out that their praise was causing whumpee to hurt themselves?

on a similar note to the last one, and a classic: a whumpee who hurts themselves because they feel undeserving of anything but pain. to balance out the kindness theyre given.

whumpee convinced caretaker wants them to hurt themselves whenever they upset caretaker. or maybe caretaker has made it clear that they don't like it but whumpee cant stop.

a whumpee whose whumper catches them hurting themselves. would they be mocked for it? punished? comforted? ignored? what about whumper stepping in and offering to finish the job?

alternatively, caretaker walks in on whumpee hurting themselves.

further alternatively, a carewhumper who walks in on whumpee hurting themselves and offers to help because it's clearly what whumpee wants.

using the pain as a distraction from the actual emotions. this is the most common reason people turn to self-harm and one that is seriously underutilized. the emotions get so overwhelming and the rush to ground themselves to escape it only worsens, so what better way to do that then with pain?

a whumpee who doesnt understand why they hurt themselves. a whumpee who, when confronted by caretaker, can only scramble and explain that it just helps. that they have to, even if they dont understand why.

whumpee harming themselves for the sake of the scars, either renewing old scars that are starting to fade so the proof of what happened stays or adding new scars in order to have their pain acknowledged by others.

being ordered by whumper to hurt themselves for whatever reason.

slightly more specific scenario ones under the cut:

To the point that when whumper grabs them around the jaw and their fingers press in so tight tears spring to whumpee's eyes, the only thing whumpee does is gently tug at the hands on their jaw like trying to pry off a baby's fist. They don't even dare beg beyond this desperate, quiet plea.

#133

content: bad caretaker, conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery, recovery fic

"I said fucking sit!" Caretaker snapped, and Whumpee immediately obeyed. They dropped to their knees in utter terror, trembling, eyes downcast, just like they'd been taught. Just like Caretaker knew they'd been taught. By Whumper.

Had they overshot by using that trigger word? That command? But they just needed some time to think without Whumpee freaking out on them! They just needed a minute. And there was no other way to get Whumpee to shut the fuck up for a moment.